Chapter 1833: Accepting a disciple?

"Huh, looking for death!"

Xiao Chen was holding a mineral water bottle that had been chopped into two pieces, and waved lightly at Kamesuke Yoshimura in mid-air.

"choke!"

A crescent-shaped silver glow flashed past, and there was a sound of a sword being unsheathed in the air.

"boom!"

The ray of silver went up against Kamesuke Yoshimura's blade and directly chopped his blade into pieces in the air.

But the silver flower did not stop, but struck at Kamesuke Yoshimura as fast as lightning.

It wasn't until this moment that Yoshimura Kamesuke took a breath of air.

Although he only used 30% of his strength in the sword strike just now, he is a master at the fourth level of the Imperial Realm.

Not to mention his sword, just a look is enough to kill a king level master instantly.

Could it be that this extremely inconspicuous young man in front of me has strength above the king level?

In other words, he is a Taoist, so that's why I didn't see his depth?

But even so, if you want to block his sword, the opponent's strength must be at least above the Golden Core stage.

Even if China's Taoist sect is broad and profound and not as difficult to achieve as the Yin-Yang chaos method of their island country, at Xiao Chen's age, it is absolutely impossible for him to be a master of the Golden Core Realm.

"Hmph! It seems that I underestimated you, Duan Kong Zhan!"

Yoshimura Kamesuke's expression was slightly condensed. He did not dare to be careless at all. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed out another sword towards the crescent-shaped silver flower.

This time, he almost used all his energy, and the terrifying sword energy tore through the void in an instant, and even formed several small tornadoes around him.

This shows how amazing the destructive power of this sword is.

"Get away quickly, you are not his..."

Before the well-dressed man finished speaking, he saw that silver flower chopping melons and vegetables, chopping Yoshimura Kamesuke's sword into pieces again.

"ah......"

Yoshimura Kamesuke never expected that his sword blow would be so unbearable in front of Xiao Chen.

But before he could scream in surprise, the silver beam had already passed through his body and cut his body into two pieces.

"puff!"

Immediately, blood spilled into the air, and Yoshimura Kamesuke's body also fell from the sky.

"Puff thump thump!"

Yoshimura Kamesuke, who fell to the ground, looked at his body that was cut into two parts in disbelief. Using his last strength, he turned to look at Xiao Chen, raised his arm with difficulty, pointed at Xiao Chen and said: "You

..."

"I told you, I'll kneel down and kowtow to apologize, and I'll leave you a whole body. Are all of you islanders as cheap as you?!"

After saying that, Xiao Chen threw away half of the mineral water bottle in his hand into the trash can, took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, took a sip, and walked towards the spirit gathering array.

As Xiao Chen took one step forward, a silvery-white glow suddenly appeared on the ground, as if a pebble had fallen in a quiet pond, it quickly stirred up.

"puff!"

The lower half of Yoshimura Kamesuke's body was directly blasted into a pile of rotten flesh.

The upper half of his body was also bruised and bloody, and he lost his breath on the spot.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the man in the well-dressed suit was instantly petrified.

That was Yoshimura Kamesuke, one of the Eight Saints of the island country, whose swordsmanship had reached the realm of enlightenment.

The most important thing is, it seems that what Xiao Chen used just now was not a weapon at all, but half a mineral water bottle?

The well-dressed man couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It took him a long time to regain his senses and hurriedly chased after him.

"My benefactor! My benefactor, please stay!"

"I'm Jiang Haoran of the Jiang family! I'd like to ask my benefactor to come over and talk to me."

Jiang Haoran shouted loudly while chasing Xiao Chen.

Strange to say, Xiao Chen just walked forward leisurely, but Jiang Haoran almost ran out of breath and couldn't catch up with Xiao Chen's footsteps.

This nigga!

Jiang Haoran was a little crazy.

In his knowledge, looking at the younger generation of the entire Dragon Kingdom, there is probably no one who can surpass him in martial arts, right?

But the young man in front of him is no longer as simple as surpassing him.

Even the ancestor of the Jiang family had to respectfully call him "senior" in front of Xiao Chen.

"My benefactor, stay...stay!"

Originally Xiao Chen had no intention of paying attention to Jiang Haoran, but his voice was already trembling, so he stopped, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Haoran and said: "You are seriously injured, stop chasing me.

, so as not to affect the injury and endanger life."

Seeing that Xiao Chen finally stopped, Jiang Haoran rushed to Xiao Chen's side with a single stride, knelt on his knees with a bang, looked up at Xiao Chen with great piety and said: "My benefactor, please accept me as your disciple."
Chapter completed!