Under the divine thought, Jiang Yu felt that there were several strong breaths lurking around him, and he was like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to launch a thunderous strike at any time.

"Why bother, as long as you honestly exchange spiritual objects with me and give you more elixirs, it's okay. Jiang Yu shook his head with a strange expression.

It seems that he still underestimated the appeal of the elixir to the world.

The sand under his feet suddenly flowed to the sides, and a figure slowly rose from the ground, this person's complexion was golden, as if it was watered with gold, full of metallic texture.

At noon, when the surface temperature is close to 45 degrees Celsius, the barren and boundless sand is a boiling boiler. Anything buried here will be roasted by the high temperature, and the short-haired man in front of him will not be affected by half a point.

Beside him, another blonde man walked out, and when he saw him, a smile hung on the corner of Jiang Yu's mouth. Isn't this person the spiritual master of the East Africa International Airport, who was hit hard by him?

In the deserted surroundings a second ago, in an instant, six or seven men of different skin colors appeared from everywhere.

Yin Zeus, the international spiritual master Jones, the power of Western faith Golden Celestial, and the three sword saints of Shimamaru. Everyone is a combination of strength, and such a combination can go sideways in any corner of the world.

If they join forces, even this small country in East Africa will surely become their world.

"It's a pity ......"

Jiang Yu shook his head.

Zeus behaved as a gentleman, and his conversation was full of demeanor, and in his country, he was obviously also a wealthy family, and he was well educated since he was a child.

With one hand crossed to his chest, he performed the noblest etiquette, and said fluently in Chinese: "May I ask your Excellency, what is the pity? ”

Anchovy is funny:

"It's a pity you met me. ”

This sentence, everyone is in the clouds, and they don't understand what it means?

Jones is holding a Chinese bamboo fan in his hand, with the words 'Huifeng and Chang', from the article "Lanting Collection Preface", the pen is vigorous and powerful, and he has the demeanor of a famous teacher, and most of them are used to give to friends.

The bamboo fan in his hand was gently closed: "Your Excellency, if you are willing to hand over the Danfang to us, we will still be friends in the future." There is an ancient Chinese proverb that the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. ”

I heard that the Chinese martial arts have changed their techniques, the martial arts are shocking, and the methods are unpredictable, and they are not willing to offend a Chinese martial artist unless they have to.

What's more, this martial artist still participates in international special competitions in the name of Huaxia. In fact, because of the rush of time, several people and the powers behind them did not have time to investigate the identity of Jiangyu.

If you let them know, Jiang Yu is still the first person on the Huaxia Martial God List, the first person under the earth immortals, and the master of the hidden door, with the rank of general. At that time, not to mention Zeus, even the countries would not dare to provoke lightly.

Jiang Yu smiled: "It seems that you don't know my status in Huaxia. ”

Jones was personable, but he was not busy making a move, and he was slightly uneasy when he saw that the other party's young man was confident and not afraid at all. His spiritual thoughts, which were almost condensed into substance, could not penetrate the body of the river fish, as if they were blocked by an iron wall.

"My God, what's going on?"

"Why is it that when I release my spiritual mind and want to control him, it seems that I am facing a giant beast that has been flooding? And the breath on his body, I seem to be familiar with it, could it be that this oriental boy is still a spiritual master?"

Unlike the few people beside him, Jones's face was slightly solemn.

"Your Excellency, I will ask you one last time, if you are willing to take out the Dan Fang, I will give you an astronomical sum of money, which is enough for a lifetime of glory. Jones lowered his voice, and behind his gentle smile, there was a threat.

Shimamaru Sword Saint, pulled out the long knife, suddenly the light was dazzling, and the sword aura was permeated. The Golden Heavenly God sighed in his heart: "This person's swordsmanship is transcendent, and he can be called a peerless. ”

The Sword Saint was too lazy to talk nonsense, Shimamaru had a common enmity with Huaxia since ancient times, and said in a deep voice: "No need to talk nonsense, quickly capture this person, and force the elixir formula to be asked, according to the agreement, the Dan Fang will be shared by all countries." ”

As soon as a sentence fell, the sword master took the lead in making a move, and a sword slashed out, and the long mangs were in the air, a few points more dazzling than the sun in the sky. The sand and gravel were everywhere, and a sword mark stretched from the foot of the sword saint towards the river fish.

Jiang Yu put his hands behind his back, opened his mouth and spit out a white mist, and then turned his head to look at Jones: "Do you think I'm familiar with me?"

Jones's pupils shrank, and he fell into deep thought.

Jiang Yu chuckled, "Don't think about it, because I'm the one you met at the East African airport!"

Suddenly, Jones's face changed wildly, and his eyes were erected, because he was too frightened, and his spiritual thoughts spread in his eyes. He shouted: "Be careful, this person is a spiritual master, protect your mind, don't touch the edge." ”

Shimamaru Sword Saint hehehe long laugh:

"Spiritual masters, mainly spiritual attacks, once they are close to the warrior, they are like chickens and sheep on the chopping board, and they are slaughtered. He held the sword in one hand, his figure was as fast as a ghost, and he was only a few breaths away from dozens of meters, and he saw three sword saints jump up at the same time, and he drank softly in his mouth: "Break! water! flow!"

It is rumored that the sword saint of Shimamaru slashes the waves with a sword on the sea, and he has been tempered thousands of times, and a sword can cut the water flow. In the eighties, the first sword saint of Shimamaru, Zhenwu Palace, could cut through the void and cut off the river, and under one sword, the tank could be cut in half.

Jiang Yu smiled strongly: "Jones competes with me for divine thoughts, and you actually compete with me for swordsmanship?"

Jiang Yu pinched his fingers like a knife, and when his head was cut off, a long horse emerged from his fingertips, and when he cut it down, he left a sword mark in front of him that was dozens of zhang long. The hair of the three Shimamaru Sword Saints stood on end, and this random slash almost cut them off at the waist.

"Juggernaut, he's still a Juggernaut?"

Everyone lost their temper and hurriedly retreated in shock.

The most useless thing is Jones, what he is good at is spiritual ideas, but the body of the river fish is like an iron sheet. The spiritual mind hit the river fish, and there were bursts of metallic sounds invisibly, which could not be penetrated.

"In that case, I should have a valid excuse to behead you all, right?"

The river fish smiled brightly.

"Slash again!"

It was another mang, like a meteor falling across the sky, dragging a long afterglow, slashing towards the three Shimamaru Sword Saints. They crossed the long knife and stopped it in front of their chests, and the sword qi was raging, everyone's cheeks hurt, and the slightest trace of blood overflowed, and in an instant, blood was all over the cheeks.

"It's such a strong sword aura. ”

One of them, the Shimamaru Sword Master, a long knife made by a special method, with a hum, the blade was covered with cracks, like a spider web spreading. I only heard the sound of the 'bell', like a novice ringing a bell, and the samurai long knife made of nickel, tungsten and other alloys, the hardness was comparable to that of aerospace materials, and it actually broke inch by inch.

"Third slash!"

"Fourth Slash!"

Jiang Yu pinched his hand, and Changmang flew by, looking at his relaxed appearance, as if he could cut out tens of thousands of knives.

The divine thoughts like an abyssal sea also swept away overwhelmingly at this moment, and the target was Jones. The latter only felt that his spiritual thoughts were like Mount Meru falling down, and he collapsed in an instant, and the sharp pain that penetrated deep into his soul was accompanied, and Jones bled and fell to the ground and struggled.

Under Jiang Yu's powerful divine thoughts, he was proud of his spiritual thoughts, which were enough to condense into essence and cut off a small tree, and he couldn't resist even a moment.

The spiritual master's killing methods are invisible, and he is the same as the Huaxia Formation Grandmaster and the Imperial God Zhenren, and is feared by the powerful in the world. But the spiritual mind is the most vulnerable place in the human body, and ordinary martial artists can resist for a while when they encounter people of high or low rank.

As for the spiritual master, as long as he encounters a spiritual cultivator who is half a step higher than himself, his mind will be wiped out in an instant. The consequences of this are dementia and madness, and death on the spot.

If Jones's spiritual idea is a pool of water, then the divine idea of the river fish is the vast river and ocean, endless. The difference between heaven and earth, the difference between clouds and mud, did not die on the spot, it was already created by Jones.

"Die!"

The river fish drank calmly.

Shennian turned into a three-inch knife out of thin air, and slashed into Jones's body in the eyes of everyone in horror. The soul, the mind, and the breath of life all turned into smoke under this sword.

Jones's eyes widened, his expression of pain froze, he didn't have a single scar on his body, but he died a miserable death.

"Who the hell are you?"

The Shimamaru Sword Saint was covered with bruises, his chest was almost exposed, and he sat on one side, and he was like a chicken and dog in front of Jiang Yu, cutting one person in three steps, as if a god had come into the world.

Only the Yin Soul Zeus used dark spells to barely protect himself, and the rest was the Golden God, who was born by the power of faith, and his physical strength had reached the peak of strength, and it was difficult to hurt the cannonballs. The long mangs cut out by the river fish hit him, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Yu looked at the person who opened his mouth and said calmly:

"In Huaxia, some people like to call me Jiang Dana!"

"Jiang Dana?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then something seemed to sound, and the cold air rushed to the heavenly spirit cover, and there was no intention of fierce battle.

"You are Jiang Dana, who is overpowering the Huaxia Martial Realm?"

The land of Daomaru is close to Huaxia, and they are very well-informed about the martial arts world, and in China, it is not the first time that they have heard of Jiang Dana's prestige.

Young Dana, the myth of the world!