Fantasy: Simulate Everything, Emperor Heavy Pupil at the Start

The knife in his hand was broken into two pieces.

Jiang Chen kicked the knife away with one foot, then shook his wrist, grabbed the broken knife in two, and stared coldly at the bewitching young man on the opposite side.

His gaze, like a sharp sword, made the young man's heart tremble.

"This...how is this possible!"

The bewitching young man exclaimed.

He bought this long knife at a great price just now, and it is worth billions of billions of stone!

Moreover, this is one of his best weapons, once it is destroyed, the blow to him can be imagined.

"All of this is thanks to you." 1

Jiang Chen took one step forward, came to the Yaoyi youth, grabbed the hilt of the knife in his hand, and slammed it backwards, hitting the Yaoyi youth's head fiercely.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the head of the bewitching young man burst open like a watermelon.

Blood splattered and splattered all over the place.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, the rest of the Ten Thousand Clan Heavenly Chosen screamed in horror, and they all left here as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Although they are the arrogance of all clans, they have never encountered an existence more terrifying than Jiang Chen.

The strength Jiang Chen showed just now has completely surpassed their understanding.

How could the arrogance of the human race in this era grow to such a degree?

how can that be?

Jiang Chen smiled indifferently, this level of slaughter is already a bull's-eye.

The building ship began to retreat, and the arrogance of all tribes also began to flee.

brush!

Jiang Chen's figure flashed, and he quickly stood in front of a black-clothed girl.

"I want to run now, isn't it a little late 〃"?"

Jiang Chen looked at each other and smiled coldly.

"I am a disciple of the Holy Mountain, aren't you afraid to provoke the Holy Mountain?"

With a trace of fear in the eyes of the black-clothed girl, she asked in a deep voice.

"Holy Mountain?"

When Jiang Chen heard this, a sneer flashed across his eyes.

"What is the holy mountain? If I really want to get angry, what can the holy mountain do to me?"

As soon as Jiang Chen finished speaking, he slapped the girl out, and slapped the black-clothed girl flying, falling more than ten meters away, and passed out.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen flew towards another Tianjiao of Wanzu.

It was a man with a silver horn on his head, the Deva tribe.

It is said that before all ages, the Deva tribe was a branch of the human race, similar to the golden human race.

However, in the eyes of the Deva clan, they were born superior to the human clan.

Over the endless years, the Deva clan has always been the vanguard every time the ten thousand races invaded the human race.

Therefore, Jiang Chen doesn't have any good impression on the Deva family.

"...|| Really arrogant.

Seeing Jiang Chen rushing towards him, the youth of the Deva clan snorted coldly, a long silver knife appeared in his hand, and a gleaming blade slashed towards Jiang Chen.

The power of this knife is astonishing.

Jiang Chen could see that the other party really did his best with this knife.

However, he still didn't care.

This knife did not threaten him at all.

He only needs to use (Wang Liaozhao) a little bit of skill to resolve the opponent's knife.

"Boy, do you think you're very powerful? It's just because of the tyranny of your body that you are lucky enough to beat those guys. Let me tell you, I am a Deva clan, a holy clan, and you are fighting against me, you are simply asking for your own death. ."

Seeing that Jiang Chen ignored his words, the youth of the Deva tribe was furious and chattered incessantly.

"I don't care what race you are, but since you chose to provoke me and the human race, you are doomed to have no way out!".