With a ferocious aura wafting around his body, Chen Xuan's speed suddenly increased. Before Zhao Zhilong could catch up, he was directly knocked away by a sword energy a hundred meters away.

Seeing Chen Xuan's sudden burst of terrifying power, Zhao Zhilong also had a look of amazement on his face.

"I haven't fully unleashed the power of the dragon pattern just now. If you want to die, don't blame me!"

Chen Xuan smiled coldly, waved his sword again, and jumped into the air.

"Go to hell!"

The prairie fire sword energy immediately penetrated in the direction of Zhao Zhilong. Facing Chen Xuan's fierce attack, Zhao Zhilong finally couldn't resist it. A streak of blood appeared on his body, and his entire left arm was cut off directly.

Zhao Zhilong let out a scream and looked at the blood flowing out of his body, his face full of shock: "This is impossible, he is only the fifth level of the Shenluo realm, why can he deal with me?

I have reached the seventh level. What is the origin of this kid?

Where did he learn his swordsmanship from..." Chen Xuan's face was filled with a calm look. He walked over and said, "Now do you know the gap between the two of us?"

Zhao Zhilong didn't say a word, his face was full of shock. Just as he was about to escape from here, he saw a red sword energy heading towards his neck.
Chapter completed!