The Brilliant Fighting Master

Gui Jiang was busy before Jiang Chen's archery: "High fire spirit, I don't think you don't know it."

"High fire spirit?"

Jiang Chen frowned, thinking for a long time before responding to who it was.

Looking down, the consciousness quickly locked on a person.

Gao Huoling stiffened, knowing that he was not looking natural in Jiang Chen's sight.

Jiang Chen's strength is amazing, but the relationship between the two is not good at all.

She didn't know how Jiang Chen was a person, would she kill her with a knife and let herself die in the hands of Gui Cang, so that Jiang Chen could sit back and relax and wait for the inheritance of her head.

"That is to say, you have to stab me, not allow me to use the device, and you use it?"

After a while, Jiang Chen put down his star-chasing bow and asked the obvious question.

"Ahem, that's because Gong is not a martial arts contest, it's not fair," Gui Cang said.

"Okay, I give you fairness."

Jiang Chen put the star-chasing bow into the ring of admiration, raised the Chixiao sword, and a steady stream of kendo power passed into the sword.

The stimulated Chixiao sword trembled, and the endless swordsong sounded like a musical instrument. All the swordsmen present were immersed in it and could not extricate themselves.

The way is unknown, and the endless will of Kendo is scattered in the heavens and the earth. If a swordsman can calm down and realize it, he will definitely benefit a lot.

It didn't take long for Wanzhang's red light to rise up to Jiuxiaoyun, which was like the movement of Baoguang's birth.

Bang!

As if time was going backwards, Jian Mang and Jian Guang were instantly retracted into the sword, and the sound of the sword disappeared.

The only difference is that the blade of the Chixiao sword shines brightly, without being indoctrinated by Jiang Chen's skill, he is shining.

"A magic weapon!"

The ghost near him had a bitter face, and the Chixiao sword, like an exquisite sword, made him very stressed.

"do not fight."

Gui Cang waved his hand and said, "That's it. You can take anyone away."

When people were still surprised by the change of Chixiao Sword, Gui Cang uttered an astonishment and planned to avoid its sharp edge.

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen was very surprised. He waved the Chixiao sword, and looked sharply, not knowing what ghost trick Cang Cang was doing.

"Here is the small world. We have no contention for the treasures. We beat you to death, and it was cheap for others." Gui Cang really didn't want to fight, he came to the small world to find treasure.

"Can I take anyone away?"

Jiang Chen nodded and understood the meaning of Gui Cang, hesitating.

"Yes."

The nerves below were tense, looking eagerly towards Jiang Chen, hoping to be taken away from this ghost place.

"All of your slaves are all loyal to the Hall of Heroes. I want to take them all away." Suddenly, Jiang Chen sneered.

The people in the mine stunned, and instead of being happy, they were confused.

The standard of loyalty to the Hall of Dragons in Dragon Realm is actually ridiculous, that is, one point, just keep a distance from the Temple of Evil Clouds.

Gui Cang shook his lips, the chill in the black eyes was amazing, and said, "Do you have to fight?"

"It is my responsibility as a disciple of Heroes' Hall to cut monsters and demon monsters." Jiang Chen was serious, but what he said was exaggerated.

"Have you hated me for killing you?" Gui Cang said.

"No, killing you, my battlefield will go to a higher level, and this smoky dragon spar that is full of mountains and mountains is also very eye-catching." Jiang Chen looked like he would fight whatever he said.

"Hahahaha!"

Gui Cang laughed loudly, as if he had heard the madness of an ignorant person.

"I just don't want to waste energy being targeted by others, but you think you have the ability to compete with me!"

There was no laughter, and Gui Cang didn't have any hesitation. He stepped on it in the air, leaving a residual image, which swept away like a blast.

In the process of closing the hands, the black gloves lit up the mysterious runes, and the palm print was several times stronger than before.

The people below even thought that even if Jiang Chen stabbed the sword just now, he would not break it.

"Changhong swordsmanship: one sword and three styles!"

Of course, pure hard-hitting is not enough, Jiang Chen wields a dazzling sword, and all kinds of changes come up.

"Ok?"

Gui Cang deeply felt the horror of this sword, but did not shake it, and the palm print also changed.

The moment of the confrontation was like the roar of an angry thunder, and the air flow rolled across the sky.

Gui Cang and Jiang Chen seem to be no longer human, but terrible prehistoric beasts.

The sword shadow is ever-changing, and the palm print is uncertain. Both of them tried their best to make it difficult to understand.

"Blood palms of magic hands!"

The almost full-fledged Gui Cang showed the ferocity and madness unique to those in the Temple of the Evil Cloud.

After the horrible palm appeared, the sky was like the sea, stained with blood, and the world became extremely strange.

The palm print is like a ghost hand, falling from the sky, grabbing Jiang Chen.

After Jiang Chen hid, blood-stained ghost hands appeared from another direction, and then more and more, everywhere, everywhere.

"Moment of Sword: First Form!"

Jiang Chen was forced to use the absolute style, as if rushing into time, avoiding the blood-stained ghost hand.

Within a second, he appeared next to Gui Cang.

Gui Cang was aware of it, and all the ghost hands grabbed at him.

Jiang Chen smashed his palm with one sword, but blood-printed ghost hands kept flowing.

Until the time of Jian Zhi, the blood-stained ghost hand was still there, but after Jiang Chen jumped away, he could no longer hurt him.

"The magic hand destroys the immortal!"

Unexpectedly, there was a trick in Gui Cang's move. When Jiang Chen was experiencing breathless adjustment, he came to him in lightning.

"Thunder Armor!"

Jiang Chen hurried to call up a protective air hood, which is also the significance of the existence of a protective air hood.

But even so, Jiang Chen hit the tank at full speed like an ordinary person was poured by molten iron, and people flew out like a kite with a broken line.

"This is the consequence of your battlefield and realm being weaker than mine."

Gui Cang stood at the place where Jiang Chen was standing, but did not attack again, because he could not do it, and his breathing became short.

But compared to Jiang Chen, he was much better. His face was like golden paper and he was vomiting blood.

"I gave you a chance to survive ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You don't even accept it."

After Gui Cang adjusted his breath, he stepped away and pressed hard.

"Do you think it's great and prestigious that you can pick up the sword when you master the battlefield? After a long period of fisting, it's as if you didn't know to start running." Gui Cang said again.

"Really? That's really taught again."

Jiang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and straightened his back.

"It's a pity you can't escape this time," Gui Cang said.

The people in his team had already formed a line of defense in various directions. Once Jiang Chen escaped, he could be blocked, after which he launched a fatal blow.

"I said, do I have to run?"

Jiang Chen raised her left arm, the Chixiao sword was flush with her shoulders, raised her fist with her right hand, and said, "Then you come to **** fist."

Talking about it, he still took the initiative to attack after being severely wounded. From the people's point of view, it was just like a moth's fire.