Rumble! Affected by the terrifying special energy explosion, the walls on both sides of the alley collapsed instantly, and a deep gully was brought out from the ground.

After twelve hours of counter-tracking and frontal battle, Chen Xuan showed a trace of solemnity for the first time.

Jiawen's sword is difficult to handle! At this moment, Chen Xuan no longer retained it, and moved the supreme immortal energy in his body to the extreme. The white flames in his hands were burning, and the fine golden light in his eyes was spinning wildly.

"die!"

Jiawen shouted angrily, and the sword in his hand slashed from top to bottom towards Chen Xuan! If Chen Xuan only used his naked eyes to see Jiawen's slashing speed, he would definitely not be able to see Jiawen's slashing clearly.

But after Chen Xuan opened his perspective divine eyes, even if the sword was wrapped in a blazing light, Chen Xuan could see clearly.

Just as the sword was about to fall to Chen Xuan's Tianling Groove, Chen Xuan clasped his hands together and held the sword body dangerously and dangerously.

The supreme immortal energy and the energy of the third-level superpower collide head-on, splashing out flame-like lights, raging and shooting around.

However, Chen Xuan's supreme immortal energy is unparalleled in the world, and Jiawen's third-level special energy is still not enough to see.

The light of the sword quickly dimmed.

"impossible!"

Jiawen screamed in shock.

With a pair of flesh palms alone, Chen Xuan was able to catch the slash of his apostle Paul's sword, and suppress the sword! Shocked, Jiawen pulled back the sword and slashed at Chen Xuan with a more sharp and powerful sword force.

Chen Xuan's hands gathered the fairy energy, and every time he could block Jiawen's sword move without any injuries.

Jiawen became more and more shocked the more he fought. As a third-level psychic, he knew how powerful his apostle Paul's sword was. The second-level psychic was in front of him with one sword.

Even the powerful abilities of him at the same level dared not take his sword moves with bare hands, and must use weapons of the same level as the Apostle Paul's Sword.

And how many sword moves did Chen Xuan use his palms to catch?

Even Jiawen felt that this Chinese strong man tried to interrupt his sword.

When did China come out with such a master that even American abilities can hardly deal with?

Chen Xuan didn't want to waste time with Jiawen at all, because he sensed that three other abilities were about to arrive in this alley.

The supernatural person who was acting alone stopped not far from the alley.

This made Chen Xuan feel a little strange. Why didn’t the psychic come directly to help Jiawen?

In any case, Chen Xuan knew that this battle must be decided quickly, so his palms were fighting faster and faster.

Jiawen changed from an offensive to a defensive, and could only keep blocking Chen Xuan's hand.

"Damn it, how could I lose to a Chinese boy!"

Jiawen was furious, and more surging energy was injected into the sword, trying to fight back against Chen Xuan.

However, Jiawen consumed a lot of special energy, but was still suppressed by Chen Xuan, and he was beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back.

Even subtle cracks began to appear on the sword of the apostle Paul.

Chen Xuan was sure to win and did not give Jiawen a chance to breathe.

He had a feeling of thrillingness. The pleasure made Chen Xuan long for more blood and more killing! However, Chen Xuan suddenly shook his heart and immediately realized something was wrong.

Although evil spirits arise in his heart, he will not fall into crazy killing and become an inhuman killing maniac.

Someone was affecting his mood nearby! Chen Xuan quickly realized that it must be the supernatural being who stopped nearby.

"Who is the supernatural power that affects emotions?"

Chen Xuan knew that he could not hold on any longer.

If his emotions continue to be affected and his evil aura erupts completely, he will become possessed by the psychics without taking action, and he will become possessed and destroy himself! "Stop it!"

Chen Xuan shouted in a deep voice, slapped Jiawen's sword with his right palm.

A crisp sound of breaking sounded, and the sword of the Apostle Paul was slapped and broken twice by Chen Xuan.

Jiawen was shaken by Chen Xuan's palm force and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces of swords inserted beside him.

"How dare you interrupt the sword given to me by Heavenly Father..." Jiawen's eyes were scarlet and his expression was crazy, which was completely different from the image of an elegant gentleman before.

Chen Xuan didn't care what Jiawen's sword came from. He shot two qi in the air and took Jiawen's life and then quickly transferred it.

However, Jiawen suddenly shouted wildly: "Father, please forgive my fall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, while Chen Xuan was shot into his body with a strong energy, he inserted the broken sword into his chest.

"Ahhhh!"

Above Jiawen and the broken sword, the originally holy light turned into black, and then a demon with black wings on his back flew out of the black light, holding the broken sword in his hand and assassinated Chen Xuan at an unavoidable speed.

Chen Xuan felt that his body was invisibly shackled by something for one thousandth of a second. When he used his fairy energy to break free from the shackles, the broken sword had already stabbed Chen Xuan's left shoulder.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Chen Xuan could only dodge his side, and the broken sword drew a bloodline on his left shoulder, and the rich black air greedily penetrated the wound.

Feeling a piercing pain, Chen Xuan's entire body of fairy energy immediately gathered on his left shoulder, driving away all the strange black energy.

Look at Jiawen again. This powerful third-level psychic, his sword, and the Bible on the ground were all swallowed by black gas, and a low laughter came from the air.

Seeing the black gas and the image of the demon slowly dissipated in the air, Chen Xuan left the alley without looking back.

The other two supernatural beings are less than fifty meters away from Chen Xuan.

The psychics who acted alone did not appear in front of Chen Xuan from beginning to end.

Chen Xuan walked out of the alley, swept left and right, and then entered a subway entrance.

The traffic in the subway was very large. After Chen Xuan entered, the door of the subway car opened, and Chen Xuan walked into the car and found a place to stand.

Two supernatural abilities arrived, but they could not confirm that Chen Xuan was in that section of Chen Xuan. They could only rely on the subtle energy residue and felt that Chen Xuan was on the subway.

Therefore, the two supernatural beings also entered another carriage, three cars away from Chen Xuan.

In front of Chen Xuan was a plump young woman. She and Chen Xuan stood with almost facing faces. Feeling Chen Xuan's majestic aura, she couldn't help but fly on her cheeks.

However, Chen Xuan didn't look at the young woman at all, which made the young woman feel a little unhappy.

Isn’t it just a boy with inexperienced appearance, and if he has tasted the taste of a young woman, he will definitely be eager to stick it to her.

However, the young woman felt a hand behind her, as if she was wiping her oil.

"Handsome guy, someone behind me molested me. Can you help me?"

The young woman begged softly.

Chen Xuan looked at the man behind the young woman, who was a wretched man with a fierce face.

Others on the subway also found that the vulgar man was often wiping the young woman's oil, but because the vulgar man looked too fierce, no one dared to act bravely and pretended not to see him.

No one thinks Chen Xuan dares to help.

Crack! Chen Xuan broke the sneering hand of the wretched man without saying a word.
Chapter completed!