Become invincible from the explosion of the alchemy furnace

The drama of the battle reached its peak, and the king was furious. He looked angrily at the scene where Wang Ziwen fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, his face was as gloomy as ink, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"Chen Xuan, how dare you defeat my Wang Ziwen!" The king's voice was almost roaring, with strong anger in his voice.

He raised the scepter in his hand high, mana surged, and the air around him seemed to become solemn. The figure of the king is like a mountain, and his power emanates, making people feel suffocated.

Chen Xuan felt the oppression of the king, but his eyes remained firm. He understood that the king would not give him any chance to breathe again, and he had to go all out.

Chen Xuan raised the prairie fire sword, and the mana surged around his body. He tried his best to maximize his strength.

The aura on his body began to become condensed and powerful, as if it contained the power of the entire world.

The king's anger and Chen Xuan's firm will collided on the battlefield, forming a powerful energy wave.

The atmosphere in the air became increasingly tense, as if it could explode at any time.

Chen Xuan took a step, and his sword technique began to change. The sword burned like a flame and instantly turned into a huge red bird.

The sword light danced like wings, and Chen Xuan's body was wrapped in it.

With a thought in his mind, the prairie fire sword, carrying a monstrous heat wave, quickly stabbed the king.

This sword contains his faith and will. He hopes to use this sword to break the oppression of the king and prove his strength.

The king sneered, waved the scepter in his hand, and a powerful mana burst out instantly, colliding with Chen Xuan's sword.

There was a loud noise, and energy fluctuations exploded in the air, forming a dazzling light.

The two powerful forces converged, and the air was filled with strong mana fluctuations.

The energy fluctuations on the battlefield became more and more intense, like a destructive storm.

Chen Xuan went all out to resist the oppression of the king.

His body was shaking slightly, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.

The king's eyes were as cold as ice, and all his mana was continuously poured into the scepter, without giving Chen Xuan any chance to breathe. He mercilessly suppressed his power on Chen Xuan, trying to defeat him completely.

The feeling of oppression on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, and energy fluctuations swept across all directions.

Chen Xuan's sword power became increasingly difficult, and he felt tremendous pressure, but there was no flinching in his eyes.

The master's cultivation is undeniably powerful to the point of staggering. His power has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage, which is enough to arrogantly dominate the world. He stood on the battlefield like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a formidable aura.

Chen Xuan's eyes were firm. He felt the power of the king, but he did not retreat. He knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the king, but the faith burning in his heart made him undaunted.

The king sneered, and his voice sounded like thunder: "Chen Xuan, your courage is commendable, but you are just an ant in front of me."

The scepter in his hand waved again, and the magic power surged, turning into a terrifying force that enveloped Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan felt unprecedented pressure, and his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain.

Chen Xuan's face changed slightly, and he tried his best to push his magic power to the limit. Powerful sword energy surged around him, and the prairie fire sword technique was brought into full play. He tried to use his sword power to resist the oppression of the king.

However, the oppressive power of the king was too strong, and Chen Xuan's sword power could not penetrate it. He felt the huge gap in power, as if all his efforts were insignificant in front of the king.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the king's lips: "Chen Xuan, your resistance will only make you more painful. Give up, you have no chance of winning in front of me."

Chen Xuan's body trembled slightly, and he felt despair welling up in his heart. However, his gaze remained firm and he was unwilling to give in easily. The belief deep in his heart prevented him from retreating.

"I won't give up easily!" Chen Xuan shouted through gritted teeth, his body trembling weakly. He knew that he could not compete with the king in terms of strength, but his will was indestructible.

The king's sneer didn't stop, and his magic power surged again, pressing Chen Xuan even more heavily. Chen Xuan's body gradually bent, and he felt huge pressure and could hardly move.

However, at this moment, Chen Xuan suddenly felt a strong determination in his heart. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in his inner world. He realized that he didn't need to rely on the strength of his cultivation, he could use his own wisdom and skills.

Chen Xuan began to immerse himself in the realm of kendo. He no longer tried to compete head-on with the power of the king, but began to search for the true meaning of kendo. He gradually forgot about the pressure around him and concentrated on his sword intent.

The king noticed Chen Xuan's change, he frowned slightly and felt a little uneasy. He felt that Chen Xuan's aura began to become different, as if a powerful force was surging.

The power of the king is becoming more and more concentrated, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage. Every movement seems to shake the world. His body exuded a frightening aura that made people feel the shadow of death.

Chen Xuan's sword intention surged in his heart, and he began to search for the true meaning of the sword and integrate himself into the sword's power. His body gradually returned to straightness, and his eyes were full of determination.

The drama of the battle reached its peak, and the king was furious. He looked angrily at the scene where Wang Ziwen fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, his face was as gloomy as ink, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"Chen Xuan, how dare you defeat my Wang Ziwen!" The king's voice almost roared, with strong anger in his voice.

He raised the scepter in his hand high, mana surged, and the air around him seemed to become solemn. The figure of the king is like a mountain, and his power emanates, making people feel suffocated.

Chen Xuan felt the oppression of the king, but his eyes remained firm. He understood that the king would not give him any chance to breathe again, and he had to go all out.

Chen Xuan raised the prairie fire sword, and the mana surged around his body. He tried his best to maximize his strength.

The aura on his body began to become condensed and powerful, as if it contained the power of the entire world.

The king's anger and Chen Xuan's firm will collided on the battlefield, forming a powerful energy wave.

The atmosphere in the air became increasingly tense, as if it could explode at any time.

Chen Xuan took a step, and his sword technique began to change. The sword burned like a flame and instantly turned into a huge red bird.

The sword light danced like wings, and Chen Xuan's body was wrapped in it.

With a thought in his mind, the prairie fire sword, carrying a monstrous heat wave, quickly stabbed the king.

This sword contains his faith and will. He hopes to use this sword to break the oppression of the king and prove his strength.

The king sneered, waved the scepter in his hand, and a powerful mana burst out instantly, colliding with Chen Xuan's sword.

There was a loud noise, and energy fluctuations exploded in the air, forming a dazzling light.

The two powerful forces converged, and the air was filled with strong mana fluctuations.

The energy fluctuations on the battlefield became more and more intense, like a destructive storm.

Chen Xuan went all out to resist the oppression of the king.

His body was shaking slightly, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.

The king's eyes were as cold as ice, and all his mana was continuously poured into the scepter, without giving Chen Xuan any chance to breathe. He mercilessly suppressed his power on Chen Xuan, trying to defeat him completely.

The feeling of oppression on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, and energy fluctuations swept across all directions.

Chen Xuan's sword power became more and more difficult, and he felt tremendous pressure, but there was no flinching in his eyes.

The master's cultivation is undeniably powerful to the point of staggering. His power has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage, which is enough to arrogantly dominate the world. He stood on the battlefield like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a formidable aura.

Chen Xuan's eyes were firm. He felt the power of the king, but he did not retreat. He knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the king, but the faith burning in his heart made him undaunted.

The king sneered, and his voice sounded like thunder: "Chen Xuan, your courage is commendable, but you are just an ant in front of me."

The scepter in his hand waved again, and the magic power surged, turning into a terrifying force that enveloped Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan felt unprecedented pressure, and his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain.

Chen Xuan's face changed slightly, and he tried his best to push his magic power to the limit. Powerful sword energy surged around him, and the prairie fire sword technique was brought into full play. He tried to use his sword power to resist the oppression of the king.

However, the oppressive power of the king was too strong, and Chen Xuan's sword power could not penetrate it. He felt the huge gap in power, as if all his efforts were insignificant in front of the king.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the king's lips: "Chen Xuan, your resistance will only make you more painful. Give up, you have no chance of winning in front of me."

Chen Xuan's body trembled slightly, and he felt despair welling up in his heart. However, his gaze remained firm and he was unwilling to give in easily. The belief deep in his heart prevented him from retreating.

"I won't give up easily!" Chen Xuan shouted through gritted teeth, his body trembling weakly. He knew that he could not compete with the king in terms of strength, but his will was indestructible.

The king's sneer didn't stop, and his magic power surged again, pressing Chen Xuan even more heavily. Chen Xuan's body gradually bent, and he felt huge pressure and could hardly move.

However, at this moment, Chen Xuan suddenly felt a strong determination in his heart. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in his inner world. He realized that he didn't need to rely on the strength of his cultivation, he could use his own wisdom and skills.

Chen Xuan began to immerse himself in the realm of kendo. He no longer tried to compete head-on with the power of the king, but began to search for the true meaning of kendo. He gradually forgot about the pressure around him and concentrated on his sword intention.

The king noticed Chen Xuan's change, he frowned slightly and felt a little uneasy. He felt that Chen Xuan's aura began to become different, as if a powerful force was surging.

The power of the king is becoming more and more concentrated, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage. Every movement seems to shake the world. There was a chilling aura about him, which made people feel the shadow of death.

Chen Xuan's sword intention surged in his heart, and he began to search for the true meaning of the sword and integrate himself into the sword's power. His body gradually returned to straightness, and his eyes were full of determination.