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Chapter 688: Keep your promise to the king for the rest of your life

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    Naturally, the people in the square would not know what happened to Wan Feng, otherwise they would be shocked and jaw-dropping.

    Their eyes at this moment were all focused on the white-robed swordsman who was walking toward Feng Feixue without stopping.

    At this moment, Xiao Chen looked in very bad condition, as if he was about to collapse at any time.

    But the Wanbaolou father and son who were standing in front of Feng Feixue were trembling with fear and did not dare to take action at all.

    No one can say for sure how much strength Xiao Chen still has now. Even someone as powerful as Wan Feng has been defeated by him. If he really still has a trump card, his attack will be a dead end.

    The father and son of the Wan family enjoy all the honors and live a much more leisurely life than ordinary people. The more they live like this, the more they are afraid of death.

    Looking at Xiao Chen who was getting closer and closer, he was in a dilemma. He neither dared to step forward to fight in person, nor was he willing to spend so much effort to hand over Feng Feixue.

    "enough!"

    At this moment, a dull cold snort suddenly appeared and resounded throughout the world. The sound contained infinite power.

    In just two words, like thunder roaring, shaking the sky, and a powerful atmosphere, like a mountain, it was pressed towards Xiao Chen.

    That power was much stronger than Xiao Chen. Just a breath of breath made Xiao Chen unable to move, and his steps seemed to be filled with lead and stone.

    Wanbaolou looked happy and said: "The ancestor has taken action!"

    An old man wearing a brocade robe appeared in front of Xiao Chen as if flashing out of thin air, blocking his way, staring at Xiao Chen closely with his deep eyes.

    The guests in the square looked frightened and shook their heads. They all shook their heads and sighed: "The white-robed swordsman can't move forward after all. The martial saint of Wanjia has taken action."

    "Isn't there a rumor that attacking Xiao Chen in the Cangqiong Realm will have unknown consequences?"

    "As for the rumors, they are not necessarily true. Besides, the Wan family has been forced to do this. If we don't take action, will we really let Xiao Chen take Feng Feixue in front of everyone in the world?"

    "At this time, Xiao Chen is actually at the end of his strength. The Martial Saint can kill him with just one move. I really don't believe there will be any unknown consequences."

    Various discussions arose one after another. Although there were rumors that there would be unknown consequences if the Martial Saint in the Sky Realm attacked the Son of Destiny, not many people believed it.

    Because Xiao Chen looked too weak at this moment. He first defeated thirty-six Martial Emperors, then eight Vajras, and finally blasted away thousands of peaks in the Kunlun Realm.

    All these things are incredible enough. Xiao Chen's current cultivation level is destined to deplete the true energy in his body, even if it is not exhausted.

    If any Martial Emperor among them really dares to fight, he can stop Xiao Chen, let alone the Martial Saint who is in good condition.

    The Wanjia Martial Saint said in a deep voice: "My little friend, today you made a big fuss about the Wanjia and stole the show in front of everyone in the world. Our Wanjia also suffered heavy losses because of you. You leave now. I won't do what happened today."  It¡¯s your fault.¡±

    In fact, this person noticed it when Xiao Chen arrived at Wanjiabao, but he was just afraid of the rumor and never dared to take action.

    The son of destiny inherits the destiny of a vast world and is protected by heaven.  The Martial Saint has touched the threshold of Heavenly Dao. If they take action against the Son of Destiny, Heavenly Dao will immediately notice it.

    Sima Hong didn¡¯t believe this and wanted to kill Xiao Chen by force, but God had his own will.  Not only did he miss, he was also hung at the gate of Daocheng, his reputation was ruined and his face was lost.

    With Sima Hong¡¯s precedent, Wanjia Martial Saint had to be cautious and held back until now, but now he had no choice but not to take action.

    With the cultivation level of a lower-grade Martial Emperor, Xiao Chen is already the first person to be treated so politely by a Martial Saint throughout the ages.

    Everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on Xiao Chen, waiting for him to speak and see how he would answer.

    Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "I won't leave until the person I want to see has met."

    Such an answer is unexpected and surprising. Xiao Chen actually rejected the suggestion of a martial saint. Where did he get the confidence?

    The Wanjia Martial Saint's face was condensed, and murderous intent was hidden in his eyes, and he said: "Are you determined to break through?"

    The powerful true energy surged endlessly in the body, the wind and clouds surged behind him, and the white sky suddenly became gloomy, which was even scarier than the old man's face.

    This man was really angry, and all the guests felt the powerful murderous aura in the turbulent wind, as vast as the sea.

    In front of that momentum, Xiao Chen was as small as an ant, not even an ant.

    Xiao Chen said calmly: "I never wanted to destroy the Wan family. I just wanted to lift the red hijab and ask her if marrying the Wan family was her intention."

    "If yes, I will turn around and leave. If not, as promised, I will take her away."

    This person knows very well how Feng Feixue came to Wanjia. Naturally, he will not let Xiao Chen go up and ask, "If you insist on doing this, then don't blame me. You are bullying the small."

    The Wanjia Martial Saint is about to take action!

    Everyone can already predict the next scene. Looking at Xiao Chen whose white clothes are stained with blood, they can't help but show a trace of pity.

    Whoops!

    At this moment, the situation on the scene changed.

    The black package behind Xiao Chen suddenly spread out, and the simple rectangular wooden box flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

    As if there was an invisible wall emanating from the wooden box, in an instant, the pressure of the martial saint's aura on Xiao Chen disappeared, and his body returned to normal.

    The Wanjia Martial Saint¡¯s eyes narrowed and he exclaimed in surprise: ¡°Magic Weapon!¡±

    The power of the divine weapon moved the Heavenly Martial Arts, and the Martial Saints of Wanjia no longer dared to delay any longer and took action directly.

    But it was already too late. With a click, four wooden boards fell, and the divine weapon Tianyu floated quietly in the air, with an ancient and powerful breath bursting out from it.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Suddenly shattered the general trend before the Wanjia Martial Saint made his move, and it was self-defeating without attacking.

    The holy seal in Xiao Chen's sea of ??consciousness turned into a golden flame and burned quickly. All kinds of wonderful powers spread throughout his body, giving him the qualification to use the magic weapon for a short time.

    Reaching out and grasping it, the loud sword roar broke through the sky.

    The magic weapon was unsheathed. In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun, moon and stars appeared little by little. The tens of thousands of people in the square had an illusion, as if they were standing in the endless starry sky.

    Xiao Chen held the magic weapon tightly and felt an invincible force flowing through his meridians, as if he was picking up the stars and the moon, turning the world around, and being omnipotent.

    Behead!

    With an angry shout, he slashed out with his sword, and the world returned to calm. Everyone looked up and saw the unrivaled Wanjia Martial Saint flying backwards.

    The space shattered behind him. He flew an unknown distance and finally hit a mountain peak outside Wanjia City, smashing the towering mountain into powder.

    The magic weapon returned to its sheath, and powerful power poured out of his body like water. Xiao Chen felt dizzy and extremely exhausted.

    Even the ancestors of the Wan family were beaten away by Xiao Chen. The Wan family and his son were so frightened that they completely lost their courage and ran away in embarrassment.

    Xiao Chen calmed down and walked step by step in front of the world's heroes, getting closer and closer to Feng Feixue, and soon arrived in front of her.

    "This guy really walked over. The Martial Emperor couldn't stop him, the Eight Great Vajras couldn't stop him, and now even the Martial Saint can't stop him."

    Such an incredible scene really appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Words can no longer describe the shock in the hearts of many guests.

    In the distance, in front of the mountain where Wanjia Martial Saint crashed, Wanjia Martial Saint walked out from the dust. There was a horrifying wound on his chest, and the bones were clearly visible.

    The automatic recovery function of the holy body seems to have failed and has no effect. The blood in the wound cannot stop flowing out.

    "You bitch, you actually brought a magic weapon. Let me see how many more times you can use it." The Wanjia Martial Saint was so angry that he was about to rise into the sky.

    boom!

    A powerful palm wind came through the air and knocked back the martial saint of Wanjia. It was An Zixuan of Wanyao Palace who promised to protect Xiao Chen from death.

    "An Zixuan, when will it be your turn for the Heavenly Demon Palace to intervene in my Wan family's affairs?"

    Facing the rampaging Wanjia Martial Saint, An Zixuan didn't bother to say anything more, "I can do whatever I want, and when will it be your turn to take care of it, just leave me alone."

    Wanjia Martial Saint was furious, but he was no match for An Zixuan in the first place, and now that he was injured, he was even more vulnerable to him.

    On the other side, Xiao Chen lifted Feng Feixue's restraint and slowly lifted the red cloth on her head, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman's face that would captivate the country.

    There was a hint of mist in Feng Feixue's eyes, and she choked: "You are really here."

    Xiao Chen smiled slightly and said: "Four years ago, outside Mohe City, I promised to do something for you. I will keep your promise and keep it for the rest of my life. I will definitely come." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel  .com
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