Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen didn't squint, and his eyes were cold. This battle was destined to be his life and death battle.

There is no possibility to retreat, there is only one battle, and the warrior is the hero!

"I am a person who likes to smash to the end. Even if I know that there are tigers in the mountains, I want to touch them. What if I win? That's also a matter of uncertainty. Even if I lose, I don't want to sit back and wait. "

Jiang Chen is holding the Heavenly Dragon Sword tightly. I am afraid that no one will know how difficult this battle is. Facing a Nebula-level powerhouse, Jiang Chen knows that his chance of winning is very small, and he may even die without a place to be buried. Fight hard, then he has no hope at all.

For the sake of Feng'er, I must not die here.

"Interesting, it's really interesting. With your ability, you really think you can compete with me. It seems that I still underestimate you. Hahaha, rubbish, it is always rubbish. Die, I believe, you should become my strongest puppet, hum."

Zhou Yun smiled indifferently, standing proudly in the air, with his hands tied behind his back, his aura covering the sky, he was not as calm as before, as if the entire sky was pressed on top of Jiang Chen's head. In just a moment, Jiang Chen I felt the terrifying oppression from Zhou Zan.

Between life and death, nothing is more shocking than it is now.

"Sword Thirty-Three!"

Between Jiang Chen waved his hand, it was the strongest blow. The strongest sound of the Heavenly Dragon Sword rose in the air, leaving Senior Brother Zhou and the three of them beyond reach. For them, this sword was inevitable, but compared For the ancestor Zhou Yun, it is estimated that there is still a lot of difference.

Zhou Yun's expression was indifferent, and he punched out, everything was trembling, and his fist was windy, and he greeted Jiang Chen's Tianlong Sword. The Tianlong Sword struck Zhou Yun's fist. Jiang Chen felt like he had struck a very hard piece. On the stone, the whole person was shocked and numb, and he kept flying upside down.

With one move, Jiang Chen felt the gap between the two people. With the fluctuation of Origin Qi alone, Jiang Chen was crushed. The Heavenly Dragon Sword was completely useless. When facing Zhou Yun, Jiang Chen The momentum of the impact is not strong, but the Heavenly Dragon Sword can't break through his defenses, so this battle has become more and more intriguing.

"Chich chich—"

Jiang Chen felt his blood boil in his body, and his whole body was extremely painful. The counter-shock force of this punch almost made his whole person torn apart. If it weren't for the dragon transformation body to be strong enough, it would be normal to change it. At the half-step Nebula level, this punch, even if it is not dead, will definitely be seriously injured.

"It's interesting, it seems I didn't misunderstand you, it's really good. You are getting me more and more interested. You will become my king of puppets."

Zhou Yun laughed, excited.

Before turning around, he rose in the air and approached Jiang Chen again.

"Blood Demon Cracking Bone Claw!"

Zhou Yun grabbed Jiang Chen with one claw. Jiang Chen kept backing away like an enemy, his eyes gloomy as water.

"Nine Tribulations Prisoner Heavenly Finger, Six Demon Finger!"

Jiang Chen's six-finger chain, like six lightsabers shooting in all directions, cut all over the horizon, and went straight to Zhou Yun.

However, what Jiang Chen didn't expect was that the Six Demon Fingers could not stop Zhou Yun's crushing force at all. The **** claws instantly squeezed Jiang Chen's Six Demon Fingers and hit him heavily. .

"puff-"

Jiang Chen spouted his blood, and was forced back again, and his body was torn apart. The wounds on his body were shocking, and bones were deeply visible.

Jiang Chen was seriously injured here for the first time, because the opponent was a Nebula-level powerhouse and absolutely crushed him too much.

"Star picker!"

Jiang Chen didn't neglect as he turned his hands, because there was so little difference, he might become the dead soul of his subordinates.

Nebula-level powerhouses, you can see it!

The star picker and Zhou Yun's blood demon's bone-cracking claws are intertwined, and the endless star power is constantly torn, and the star picker has become difficult to move, and may break at any time.

Ten breaths!

It was just a stalemate for ten breaths before Jiang Chen was flew away again. The opponent's strength completely exceeded his imagination. This person was stronger than Xue Gangluo before, but it was more than a star and a half.

Fighting between two people, but with three tricks and two tricks, he has fallen into a crisis of death.

"This guy is really terrifying. He can resist the ancestor's three tricks. If it's me, it's probably already defeated by one trick."

Zhou Lingyin took a breath of air. Jiang Chen's strength still shocked them. They were able to fight against the Nebula-level powerhouses. Although defeat was a glorious defeat, they did not dare to disobey their ancestors at all. Because of the strength of the ancestors, they were not the same at all.合之将.

A nebula-level powerhouse is more terrifying than ten half-step nebula-level ones.

"Fortunately, we didn't act alone. Otherwise, in today's battle, the three of us would have died without a place to bury them."

Zhou Lingtang deeply believed that Jiang Chen's strength completely exceeded their expectations. This battle had already taught them a solid lesson.

However, the strength of the ancestor is beyond doubt, facing Jiang Chen, isn't it a matter of winning in minutes?

With three moves, although he could not capture Jiang Chen, he had no power to fight back at all. It was just that the ancestor wanted to have fun, otherwise, how could he keep him until now?

Jiang Chen’s Dragon Transformation has reached its peak. In the face of absolute strength, it is not groundless to crush his physique. Jiang Chen keeps retreating, but Zhou Yun’s offensive is almost one after another, with three moves. His death has almost been announced.

"Ahem..."

Jiang Chen coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, his face was pale, and his whole person became stiff. In this battle of life and death, his chances have become increasingly slim.

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Chen drew his sword and looked around, gritted his teeth, but with this sword, he couldn't force Zhou Yun back at all. Instead, his own tiger's mouth was all cracked and blood dripping.

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, panting constantly, hitting hard with three strokes, the Nebula powerhouse was really terrifying!

"You are not worthy. Next, let you **** heavenly puppetry. You kill my great-great-grandson, and I will make you better than dead. Whenever I have enough, I will train you to become a puppet, hahaha ."

Zhou Yun said viciously, cold-eyed, between turning his hands, and hitting out with a palm, nine figures suddenly fell to the ground, standing around Jiang Chen, all in white robe, shrouded in a black hat, a horror The breath of death pervades.

Jiang Chen's heart trembled. These nine people, or nine puppets, should have been made by half-step Nebula-level powerhouses, and they were all controlled by Zhou Yun. Their horror would never be lower than him. Own strength.

"What a heavenly puppetry."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and was heartbroken. Isn't his fate also the same as these Heavenly Puppets?