Chapter 652 Chen Dao

However, when the war reached more than 20 moves, the white-haired old man suddenly broke out and killed the middle-aged man in one fell swoop, taking the other party's storage ring.

"So strong, this old man, is he from the turtle island?"

"It's him. I didn't expect him to be in Sands island. No wonder he's so strong."

"Master turtle has been in seclusion for many years, devoting himself to cultivation, and his fighting power is unfathomable. Next, I don't know who will challenge him!"

There was a lot of discussion around.

"This turtle is really not bad!"

Lu Ming nodded.

He had just seen that the sudden outburst of the turtle was supposed to be a secret technique that could increase the strength of the battle. Among the top kings, it was pretty good.

"Not bad? Hehe, what a big tone. You sound very strong."

On one side, Chen Zhao smiled scornfully.

Lu Ming was speechless. Was this guy sick? Wasn't that the time he didn't do anything? He was targeted from behind.

Lu Ming ignored such a narrow-minded person without even looking at Chen Zhao.

Seeing that Lu Ming had ignored her, Chen Zhao's face turned even uglier.

"Who will fight me?"

The turtle looked around and for a moment, no one spoke.

"Hehe, looks like no one is going to fight?"

The turtle sneered.

"Let me do it!"

Just then, beside Chen Zhao, Chen Zhao's eldest brother got up, and a strong breath filled the air.

Chen Zhao's eldest brother, named Chen Dao.

Chen Dao stepped out and appeared on the battle platform.

"It's Chen Dao. Chen Dao is about to make a move. There's something to see."

"Chen Dao is a seven-game winning streak, extremely powerful, and a major general of the Flame chamber of commerce. He's going to hit the turtle. Haha, it must be very intense."

Chen Dao's appearance excited many people.

"Big brother has taken action!"

Chen Zhao's eyes lit up, then he looked at lu ming and said, "Lu Ming, look, look at my big brother's strength, look at the strength of the top kings, see how much strength can reach."

However, he found that Lu Ming ignored him again, which made him quite depressed.

"Young man, how dare you challenge me?"

The turtle looked at Chen Dao and said in a cold voice.

"Are you going to fight or surrender?"

Chen Dao's response was simple, but full of confidence.

"What a big tone. I've been in seclusion for decades. Young people nowadays are getting more and more arrogant. Then I'll teach you how to respect your elders!"

Touch!

As soon as the words fell, the turtle man rushed towards Chen Dao, as fast as lightning, and at the same time, the turtle man burst into a strong breath.

It was a secret technique.

Although the turtle's mouth was arrogant and confident, when it really started, it exerted all its strength and did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

How could anyone who knew his reputation and dared to challenge him be weak? He had lived for hundreds of years, and he knew that.

A powerful punch was thrown at Chen Dao.

But Chen Dao remained motionless. When the strength of the turtle's fist approached, his eyes suddenly lit up and he moved.

To move is to cut.

A bright blade lit up and the buddha split the space in half.

The strength of the turtle's fist was also split in half. He lost his color in shock and retreated madly to avoid the blade.

But Chen Dao's offensive had just begun.

"Kill!"

Chen Dao drank loudly and his momentum was amazing. The pale light of the knife shone again. It was stronger and sharper than the previous one. It instantly cut through the void and towards the turtle.

"No!"

The turtle was startled and waved his fists. In front of him, a thick shell formed and blocked him.

Dang!

The light of the knife fell on the shell. The shell vibrated violently and cracked a word. Before the turtle could take a breath, Chen Dao's third knife was cut immediately, followed by the fourth and fifth knives.

One knife after another, each one stronger than the other, continuously cutting towards the turtle.

When the seventh blade was cut out, the shell of the turtle exploded and the light of the sword flashed away.

Immediately, Chen Dao withdrew his knife and cut it clean.

The turtle's eyes were wide open, and from the center of his eyebrow, a blood trail appeared, extending down. Poof, the turtle fell down and became two halves.

The turtle was dead.

There was a deafening cheer from the crowd. Chen Dao killed the turtle and rose to eight consecutive victories.

It's rare to win eight games in a row.

It means that eight of the top kings died in Chen Dao's hands.

"Hehe, see? This is my big brother's strength."

Chen Zhao gave Lu Ming a triumphant look.

"Not bad!"

Lu Ming said calmly.

He did think that Chen Dao was not bad. Chen Dao was probably close to Sheng Xingchen.

Of course, Chen Dao was already in his thirties, ten years older than the star. He had spent ten more years in martial arts, artistic conception, physical body, and so on. In terms of potential, he could not compare with Sheng Xingchen.

The Eastern wasteland pride list chose young people under the age of 30. Besides, it looked not only at cultivation, but also at talent, ability to fight over levels, and potential.

Some powerful forces, with incomparably rich resources, can also pile up a group of young peak kings, but these people, can not be on the thousand pride list.

"How shameless of you. How many of my big brother's men are among the best?"

Chen Zhao sneered.

"Frog in the well!" It was not Lu Ming who spoke, but Xie Nianqing.

"What... Did you say?"

Chen Zhao blushed.

"Someone's going up to challenge us!"

Lu Ming ignored Chen Zhao and looked at the stage.

Chen Zhao also looked over.

A young man in a blood-red robe stepped onto the stage.

The young man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, had a cold face and a faint sneer on his lips.

"Hmph, you really overestimate your strength. You dare to challenge my big brother, and you're going to die again."

Chen Zhao sneered.

However, Chen Dao on the stage had a serious look on his face.

The other party just stood there casually, but it felt like he was facing a sea of corpses and was under great pressure.

Moreover, the other party was so young, under the age of 30, and dared to go on stage. It was definitely not simple.

"I wonder what your excellency's name is?"

Chen Dao asked.

"Blood strength!"

The young man scowled.

"Blood strength?"

Chen Dao thought for a moment and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had originally thought that the other party might be the greatest pride on the east wilderness roll. If it was really the pride on the roll, he would consider not fighting.

However, Blood strength's name was not on the list. Obviously, the other party was not on the list.

"Fight or surrender!"

Blood strength's gloomy voice sounded.

"Battle!"

Chen Dao responded firmly.

"Heh heh, okay, I was really afraid you would surrender."

Blood strength licked his lips, and the cold color deepened.

Boom!

The next moment, Blood strength's body was filled with blood, and a huge, blood-colored palm hovered above Blood strength's head, surrounded by seven silver chakras.

"Seventh royal blood!"

Chen Dao's face changed.

The second blood line, which can reach the seventh level of the king, is absolutely a peerless genius.

Like qin qingshang and Sheng Xingchen, they were all at the seventh level.

Above Chen Dao's head, a saber was suspended, but it was only the sixth blood of a king.