The Ancestral Tablet Appears In The Beginning Of The Global Catastrophe

Not to mention for the moment how many people were shocked by this battle of disparity in strength.

At this moment, Chen An is reading carefully, this upcoming title.

It is conceivable that he will only use this title occasionally in the future.

Worship/admiration or jealousy are still within Chen An's acceptable range.

These are the treatments Chen An would have enjoyed even without this title.

But the last greedy heart, for some reason, when he saw the word greed, Chen An only felt a chill running through his body, as if he was being stared at by some strange and disgusting guy.

When walking to the school gate, Chen An suddenly stopped.

Sergeant Cui, who should have fallen behind him, is now leaning on the side, waiting for something.

Seeing Chen An appear, Sergeant Cui straightened up.

"Let's go."

Chen An's heart tightened, and he followed without hesitation.

At that moment, the other party released a coercion that even Chen An could not underestimate.

The opponent is an old-fashioned local powerhouse.

Soon, the two came to a park.

The surrounding area has been cleaned up.

Compared with the previous test, this time is more private.

This is because, whether it is Sergeant Cui or Chen An, they will use some trump cards appropriately. At this time, no one wants to be watched by anyone.

"If I win, you will join the army, and I will communicate with your father."

Sergeant Cui took off his hat and unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the white undershirt inside.

Chen An didn't reply, and took off his schoolbag indifferently.

boom

Sergeant Cui disappeared on the spot, a gap suddenly appeared on the slanted edge of the flower bed next to him, the width matched the print of his shoes, a gust of wind rushed towards Chen An, and his face was slightly fluctuated by the wind.

Chen An already had a rough judgment on the opponent's speed.

He hurried back two steps, twisted his back foot, and his waist was like a swinging dragon, and he punched forward.

The pale golden color climbed onto the skin, and in the air ahead, Sergeant Cui with a slight sweat on his forehead suddenly appeared, his fist handed over to Qin Feng.

Only a sound of collapse was heard, and the wind pressure scattered towards both sides.

Chen An's feet sank into the ground, and there were cracks all over his feet.

Sergeant Cui frowned slightly, jumped back a few times, leaned back slightly, and stood back like a spring, only then did all his strength be released.

He lowered his head and glanced at his fist. Not only was the skin broken, but the cartilage was slightly cracked.

In contrast, Chen An's fist was only slightly red.

It can be seen that the proud golden body is indeed strong.

"The strength is good, but I'm going to get real."

Sergeant Cui rubbed his elbows and moved his shoulders.

It is different from urban armed forces such as Lingwuwei.

Although there are many resources in the army, if it is allocated to all the soldiers on the entire front line, it is impossible to achieve a single spiritual weapon. Most of the time, the soldiers use powerful firearms with hand-to-hand combat. The former is not very useful when dealing with demons. , except for the chance to hit the head, there is at most a hole in other places.

This kind of injury is not even a minor injury on the demon.

Sergeant Cui climbed up from the bottom, and naturally he was proficient in military martial arts. He was not good at weapons, but his hands, feet, elbows, shoulders and knees were all weapons.

swoosh

Sergeant Cui disappeared again.

Chen An's pupils shrank, and he could barely capture a black shadow flying fast.

Because of the speed, Sergeant Cui was almost flying at a low altitude.

Bang! Sergeant Cui appeared beside Chen An, twisted his waist, and slashed his calf towards Chen An from mid-air.

Chen An half-squatted on the ground with his arms raised, he felt as if a car had hit him, even the bones blessed by the proud golden body were moaning slightly.

His face changed slightly, he turned back, twisted and punched behind him, but his fist fell into the air.

At that moment, Sergeant Cui's waist seemed to have no bones, concave into a C-shape, avoiding Chen An's fist.

Snapped

The palm pushed on the fist to strengthen the elbow, and hit Chen An hard on the chest.

Chen An gritted his teeth and took a few steps backwards, and suddenly diddge the sweeping legs that passed over his head, but saw that Sergeant Cui supported the ground with one hand, instead of the other foot becoming the center of the support body, and kicked Chen An's chin with one foot .

Chen An could not avoid it, and set up a defense with both hands.

After kicking Chen An seven or eight in a row, he only felt a dull feeling in his chest, and was blocked by a sigh of relief.

Spitting out the blood stains in his gums, Chen An looked at Sergeant Cui opposite.

It has to be said that, even if he is stronger than Sergeant Cui, he is only three of them, and he is not the opponent's opponent.

In the last five or six seconds of the fight just now, Chen An was always pressed and beaten. If the opponent hadn't taken the initiative to stop, he would have been bruised and swollen at the moment.

"continue!"

Chen An's right hand slanted down and he held it with one hand. In his hand, there appeared a long sword with black and red, which was the Soul Chopping Sword.

At the same time, the Tianpin Hanjian was also unsheathed and circled around Chen An.

If it is just to contain, without deepening his sharpness with spiritual power, Chen An can support the Heavenly Grade Cold Sword for about ten minutes.

The opponent is Sergeant Cui, not the enemy. Chen An does not need to catalyze, otherwise he may seriously injure the opponent.

Sergeant Cui's mouth twitched.

He was ready to deal with the flying sword of the other's imperial envoy, but he did not expect that the other party would use a knife in addition to the flying sword.

Looking at the skilled appearance of holding the knife, it seems that it is not comparable to driving a flying sword.

Ding

The finger tiger collided with the long knife, and Sergeant Cui felt a warning sign in his heart.

His face changed slightly, and he kicked Chen An's right hand with a knife.

At the same time, he was short, and although his shape was awkward, he avoided the bullet-like flying sword behind his head.

The sound of gold and iron clashing in the park continued.

After three minutes, the sound suddenly stopped.

Chen An was sitting on a fairly complete flower bed, and the ground was full of gravel. Even the osmanthus trees not far away were broken due to the impact.

His clothes were covered with folds and dust, his chest was stained red with nosebleeds, and a red mark with a tiger pattern could be seen on his right face.

After observing his own misery, Chen An breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if the clothes are dirty, they are not torn, you can wash them in the washing machine quietly.

If it is broken, it will be immediately discovered by the mother if it is exposed to the balcony.

Sergeant Cui looks no better than him.

There were more than ten wounds all over his body, and his undershirt was like a strip of cloth, barely hanging on his body.

"Fortunately, you are merciful, otherwise I would have to go to the hospital now."

He sat beside him clutching his neck, still having some lingering fears in his heart.

The sword almost pierced his throat, if Chen An hadn't forcibly stopped it, it wouldn't have been as simple as a scratch.

Even Sergeant Cui had to admit that in the past two years, he was the closest to death.

"No, it was originally a competition, and you were merciful."

Taking the sword back together, Chen An picked up his schoolbag.

"I'll go talk to your father, you should come to the army."

Behind him, Sergeant Cui's voice came.

Chen An paused for a while, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.