Under this kick, Meng Chuan actually had the upper hand and beat the holy son of the Jiang family to his knees on half a leg.

The spectators immediately let out a loud exclamation, because such a scene was not expected by everyone.

The black-robed servant even raised his heart to his throat, but he still stiffened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Hmph, it's just that I took advantage of my holy son's carelessness to sneak attack, what can it mean?"

"As long as the Holy Son is a little more serious, he can beat this person in minutes!"

Many people arranged by Wang Chengzu also nodded one after another, and took advantage of the situation to coax and said: "That's not it, the holy son of the Jiang family is probably afraid that Meng Chuan will lose too ugly, so he deliberately let him make a move, right?"

"Otherwise, how could a mere scattered cultivator be the opponent of the Holy Son of the Jiang Family!"

"That's it! Lord Holy Son is not only unfathomably powerful, but also takes into account the face of his opponent, which is really very powerful!"

People just like this, and under the coaxing posture of the people arranged by Wang Chengzu, many people also felt that what they said seemed to be reasonable, and nodded secretly on the side.

This remark naturally made Ye Tong angry enough, what is the reason for this? My cousin can't beat the Jiang family's holy son, so it is a matter of course, and if he can beat him, the other party will let him?

Ye Tong wanted to have a good theory with these people, but she couldn't do anything because she was weak, she thought about it, her cousin often told herself that some things that could be solved with practical actions didn't need to be explained at all. Therefore, Ye Tong simply stopped talking, just stared at the battle situation in the Golden Jade Glass Exhibition, and learned from the battle between the two.

Meng Chuan stepped on the holy son of the Jiang family, making Jiang Qiudao's face slightly angry.

There was once again the scripture of the Heart Sutra of Asking Heaven circling beside him, and Hongmeng's purple qi also soared into the sky, and its momentum was not weaker than Meng Chuan's blood and qi fire.

Then Jiang Qiudao's half-kneeling leg suddenly clicked, and his body stood up straight again, and at the same time pushed Meng Chuan out.

Meng Chuan flipped twice in the air, and then pointed at Jiang Qiu with both hands, and the five Vientiane Golden Wheels came out through his body, attacking and killing them at extremely tricky angles.

Jiang Qiudao also manipulated the purple-golden mist to roll towards the Vientiane Golden Wheel just like just now, and the two collided in the air, rippling around and around the ripples of distorted space, Vientiane

There are also sparks splashing on the golden wheel.

Whether it is the purple-gold mist or the Vientiane Golden Wheel, it is like a continuation of the bodies of both sides, and it is extremely easy to manipulate.

In a short period of time, it seems that the two are on par in strength, and no one can help anyone.

Looking at the calm expressions of both sides, I also know that neither of them has exerted their full strength, and so far they have only tested each other.

The fight between Meng Chuan and Jiang Qiudao can be felt even more, Jiang Qiudao's strength is indeed extraordinary, and it is definitely different from ordinary psychics.

If this person is full of firepower, I am afraid that he can fight with his ghost-faced mother-in-law.

As soon as Meng Chuan's wrist flipped, the Soul Bell appeared in his hand, and at this time, he and this Jiang Qiudao opened the distance between the hand, and it was only appropriate to use the magic weapon of the Soul Bell to put pressure on the other party.

Seeing Meng Chuan sacrifice the magic weapon, Jiang Qiudao was not indifferent.

His eyes closed slightly, and a large dark yellow flag flew out from the center of his eyebrows, which was controlled by Jiang Qiudao with the power of heaven and earth, floating above his head with a hunting sound.

"Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......"

"Whirring ......"

The two magic weapons were activated at the same time, and sound waves rippled out from the soul bell, and Jiang Qiudao's big banner also swayed violently, and a gust of wind carrying wind and sand appeared.

But sharp-eyed people can see that this is not ordinary wind sand, these sand are all refined refined iron, and an ordinary grain weighs thousands of catties, and after being blown out at this speed, it is enough to kill a grandmaster.

And so many winds and sand were urged together, and the power was several times stronger than dozens of Gatling-like heavy thermal weapons firing at the same time.

I'm afraid that even if it is a big mountain, this wind and sand will blow it to a thousand holes.

The wind and sand collided with the sound wave of Meng Chuan's Soul Bell in mid-air, and in an instant, the sound of fried beans crackling came, and countless iron sand was swept away by the yin waves, turning into even finer powder.

And the sound wave of the Soul Bell also gradually dissipated in this impact, and it couldn't hurt Jiang Qiudao at all.

Meng Chuan could see that this banner must also be a magic weapon of not low grade, this Jiang Qiudao really deserved to be the holy son of the ancient family, but there were many treasures that could be used.

The Soul Bell is powerful after all

The strength is not enough, and this fight will only be a waste of strength, Meng Chuan simply put away the soul bell, and a little under his feet, he actually flew towards Jiang Qiudao, looking like he was going to do hand-to-hand combat.

It's just that without the protection of the soul bell sound wave, the wind and sand from the banner of the exhibition came to the face and shrouded towards Meng Chuan.

Just when everyone didn't understand why Meng Chuan was like this, and rushed into the range of Jiang Qiudao's magic weapon attack like a suicide, a shocking scene appeared.

Those iron sand as powerful as cannonballs bombarded the blood qi on Meng Chuan's body, but it didn't have any effect at all, and as soon as he came into contact with it, he was bounced away by this blood qi.

What if a piece of wind sand weighs a few thousand catties, a wisp of Meng Chuan's blood is enough to crush the mountain, and the weight of this iron sand is not worth mentioning to Meng Chuan at all.

But this thing is really an eyesore, Meng Chuan waved his palm a little annoyed, and the strong wind swept in, and it forcibly blew away the iron sand blown out of the big flag.

Then Meng Chuan punched the big banner in the air, and the blood came out majestically, turning into a desolate beast and roaring away.

Jiang Qiudao's face changed, knowing that if his magic weapon was really hit by this punch, it would be destroyed.

The power of this person is beyond his imagination.

As soon as Jiang Qiudao's heart moved, the banner was withdrawn from his body, and Meng Chuan's punch also missed, brushing over Jiang Qiudao's head, bombarding the colorful glass cup, and making a loud noise.

Meng Chuan smiled slightly, and threw himself at Jiang Qiudao again without any hindrance, and at the same time grabbed Jiang Qiudao's neck with his right hand in a claw-like shape.

Jiang Qiudao was reluctant to retreat, and immediately mobilized the aura in his body, and the power of the Wentian scripture and the Hongmeng Purple Qi Heaven and Earth were reversed at the same time, converging on his right fist, and also punched towards Meng Chuan.

It seems that Jiang Qiudao intends to compete with Meng Chuan for the level of hand-to-hand combat.

But Jiang Qiudao was born in law cultivation after all, even if his body was not weaker than that of a martial artist after becoming a psychic, it was still too far behind Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan's punch was like a tiger descending the mountain and was unstoppable, and after fighting hard with Jiang Qiudao, his body stood still and was as steady as Mount Tai. And Jiang Qiudao's face changed, the power of heaven and earth and Hongmeng purple qi on the fist all collapsed, and the whole person flew out again.