Jiang Qiudao's pupils shrank, he didn't expect Meng Chuan's movements to be so fast, and he had already rushed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Meng Chuan's punch had also hit him in the side of the face, although the move was simple, but the explosion of the fist piercing the air was like the roar of a beast in the wilderness, which shook Jiang Qiudao's eardrums.

Jiang Qiudao's reaction was also extremely fast, raising his left hand to protect it in front of him, and at the same time, the scriptures of the Jiang Family's Heavenly Heart Sutra on his body also gathered in front of him.

"Boom ......"

Rao is Meng Chuan's fist hit Jiang Qiudao's Wentian scripture tightly, and the huge force still made it fly out sideways, slamming into the golden jade glass cup.

Even though the golden jade glass cup was unusually strong, the impact still made it make a loud noise, and it trembled violently.

This destructive power made many psychic people present secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva, saying that if they were hit by this punch, they were afraid that they would be directly blown up, right?

This young psychic looked like he was only in his twenties, how could he have such terrifying combat power? As soon as he came up, he actually gave the Jiang family's holy son a punch first.

Jiang Qiudao's body was stable, but he didn't seem to be injured, and he still put down the hand that blocked Meng Chuan's punch in a graceful manner, and spit out a few words in his mouth: "It's really a brutal and rude way of fighting." ”

Meng Chuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said in his heart that this person really had some means, which was different from the people he had fought before.

Even his strength seems to be not only within the realm of psychic, it is rumored that he can reverse the immortals, it seems to be true.

But this also piqued Meng Chuan's interest - it's fun to fight against such a strong person.

"Come again!" Meng Chuan finished with a smile, the blood qi on his body became a little stronger, and he continued to attack Jiang Qiudao.

Jiang Qiudao put his left hand behind his back, and pointed at Meng Chuan with his right hand, the Hongmeng purple qi on his body and the Jiang family's Wentian scriptures were wiped out at the same time, turning into a purple-golden mist like a red refining to protect the surroundings, and attacked Meng Chuan with Jiang Qiudao's command.

This purple-gold mist is no different from substance, not only is it indestructible, but it is also flexible and changeable, offensive and defensible.

Meng Chuan's fists and feet attacked forward again and again, but they were all resisted by Jiang Qiudao's control of this purple-golden mist, and he did not retreat half a step

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The explosive power of Meng Chuan's every punch could be clearly heard even through the golden jade glazed cup, if it weren't for this glazed cup to absorb all the residual power of the two of them, Yu Wei alone would be enough to slaughter all the masters in the vicinity who had not reached the realm of Tongshen.

Those who watched the battle were all stunned by the fierce battle situation, especially the group of people in the Tongshen Realm, who were in a very high realm, and they could even feel the terrifying things about Meng Chuan and the Holy Son of the Jiang family.

Some people couldn't help but discuss: "This Holy Son of the Jiang Family really deserves the name of the Holy Son, how is this purple and gold mist suitable for the means, and it can still be defended in the face of such a fierce offensive?"

The other person thought for a while and said, "It should be the Jiang family's own exercises, maybe only people at the level of the Holy Son can learn it, and ordinary elders are not qualified to learn it." We have the opportunity to see such a miraculous exercise, and we are really fortunate to have three lives. ”

"Is this Holy Son of the Jiang family really a psychic? I'm about to cultivate to the Great Perfection Realm, I'm afraid it's not even a tenth of his!"

"It's okay if the holy son of the Jiang family is so strong, how can this young psychic be so strong, there was a tie between the two, which really surprised me. ”

"You're right, it seems that we really underestimated this Meng Chuan. Look at this posture, I don't know who will kill the deer in today's decisive battle!"

The words of these people fell on the ears of the black-robed servant, who snorted coldly and said in a loud voice with disdain: "What are you kidding! That person surnamed Meng is just a casual cultivator in the secular world, how can he be compared to my holy son?"

"You frogs at the bottom of the well, do you think that our Holy Son only has this ability? Keep your eyes open and take a good look, my Holy Son has not yet used his true ability!"

"What? Isn't this the full strength of the Holy Son of the Jiang Family?"

As if to verify the words of the black-robed servant, the battle in the golden jade glass cup really changed from evenly matched.

I saw Jiang Qiudao controlling the purple-golden mist, and when he and Meng Chuan attacked each other, he was reciting some jerky scriptures in his mouth, and suddenly the phantom of the human king appeared on his head again.

After the phantom of the human king appeared, Jiang Qiudao's eyes also turned silver, terrifyingly bright, controlled by him

As if burning, those purple-gold mist swelled to three times their original size, and the momentum of the attack also rose sharply.

Originally, Meng Chuan's punch to this purple-golden mist would definitely knock this mist away, but at this time, Meng Chuan punched out again, but this purple-gold mist did not move, but Meng Chuan was shocked and flew backwards for several meters.

"See, my holy son is a little more serious, this surnamed Meng is not an opponent!" the black-robed servant stroked his beard with one hand and laughed at the same time.

The people around also nodded yes, thinking about it, how could the dignified Holy Son be on an equal footing with a psychic in the secular world, it turned out that he had hidden strength!

Ye Tong was naturally displeased that everyone stepped on Meng Chuan so much and raised Jiang to beg, and said loudly to everyone: "What is the holy son of the Jiang family? My cousin will not lose!"

"If my cousin is serious, even the three holy sons of the Jiang family are not his opponents!"

The black-robed servant looked disdainful, and snorted coldly and said, "What a joke, can't you see the current situation......?

Before the black-robed servant finished speaking, everyone saw that the blood on Meng Chuan's body was a little thicker after being shaken back, and he attacked again, and a slash fell from the top of Jiang Qiudao's head.

Under this foot, the thick blood qi gathered and turned into an unknown beast phantom the size of ten zhang, and slaughtered Jiang Qiu from mid-air.

Jiang Qiudao sensed the power of this kick, and he was not as calm as before, and with a flick of his fingers, all the mist around him gathered, wanting to block Meng Chuan's blow.

The beast phantom composed of blood and qi seemed to be alive, roaring and slamming with its claws, actually tearing apart the purple-gold mist that had been condensed together.

Jiang Qiudao's phantom of the human king above his head gradually blurred, and he immediately crossed his arms above his head, and the land of heaven and earth on his body operated wildly, and he took Meng Chuan's kick hard.

The blood qi carried by Meng Chuan's foot exploded in an instant, bombarding Jiang Qiudao's body, almost scattering the power of the layers of heaven and earth around him.

The huge inertia made Jiang Qiudao's face tighten, and his body fell uncontrollably, and he actually knelt on the ground with one leg bent, so that he could completely block Meng Chuan's kick.