"Giggles, Jin Ming really goes back the more he cultivates. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Wu Ling's bright eyes in the distance looked at this scene, with a playful smile in his eyes.

"Looks like we're looking for the wrong person." Huang Yonghao shook his head in disappointment.

Jin Ming ignored the abuse of several people, stared at Jiang Chen, and smiled coldly: "I underestimated you, but that's the end of it, die!" ”

The cold killing intent began to hover around, and in the face of Jin Ming's fierce attack, Jiang Chen was unmoved, the nine-ring tin staff in his hand swayed, and the refracted golden light shone on the ground.

Jiang Chen's eyes raised slightly, the coldness in his black eyes condensed little by little on the figure coming in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "Take out your true strength, otherwise you will be the one who loses." ”

"Arrogance!" Wu Ling, Huang Yonghao and the others all frowned, Jin Ming glared angrily, and the power of the big knife in his hand couldn't help but increase, and the terrifying wind caused the surrounding mountains and rocks to crack and bang.

Jin Wu in the distance stared at Jiang Chen coldly, and his heart was extremely happy: "Stinky monk, let my cousin return the shame of the day, I want to witness with my own eyes, you died tragically under his big knife." ”

Jin Ming's figure at this time was like a flexible cheetah, and the big knife in his hand was no longer bulky, it was extremely tricky, and the sword shadows dangled in the void. From a distance, it was as if countless sword shadows were stabbing towards Jiang Chen, each of which was almost locked in Jiang Chen's vital point, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The speed of this knife was amazing, and Wu Ling and the others couldn't take their eyes off it.

"The thunder knife method of the Gaochang tribe and the Jin tribe is the first in our country, there is no doubt about it." Qin Chengpeng stared at Jin Ming's knife and nodded secretly.

"Brother Cheng Peng is humble, your tribe's reincarnation sword technique is no worse than the Ben Thunder sword technique." Huang Yonghao smiled faintly, his eyes looked at Jiang Chen with some curiosity, and he wanted to know how he chose to dodge, he had learned the Thunder Sword Technique.

Jiang Chen stepped forward, not dodging or dodging, and in an instant, the golden light appeared, and the nine rings on the nine-ring tin staff sounded, and a sharp talent spread out, and it was unstoppable.

At the moment when the talent came out, everyone's eyes changed. If before, Jiang Chen was a lamb to be slaughtered by them, then Jiang Chen at this moment is like a sharp weapon that can cause them harm.

"Issei Martial Will!" Huang Yonghao, who had been paying attention to Jiang Chen, couldn't help but gasp, he didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary monk had comprehended the will of martial arts, and it was not the will of the beginner.

"Although it is a will, it is not easy to become famous, and the advantages of cultivation cannot be ignored, and there is a good show to watch." A trace of astonishment obviously flashed on Wu Lingqiao's face, and she found that the more she looked at the monk, the more it was not simple.

A little chill condensed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and in the face of Jin Ming's seemingly unavoidable attack, he shook his head secretly, although this sword technique was fast, it was not enough to threaten him.

"If this sword technique is raised to another level, it may be able to threaten me."

Jiang Chen's steps moved lightly, as if he was strolling leisurely, allowing Jin Ming's big knife to attack extremely tricky, but he couldn't touch the corners of his clothes.

In the eyes of others, Jiang Chen seemed to see a flaw and avoided this terrifying blow.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and once again showed a look of shock, and a smile appeared on Wu Lingqiao's face at this time: "It's getting more and more interesting, I actually saw through Jin Ming's attack." ”

Snort!

The sharp sound of breaking the wind became more and more vigorous, and Jin Ming's attack became more and more fierce, with a little oppression, like an endless wave, blow after blow.

Jiang Chen's monk's clothes fluttered, his whole body swept out, looking at Jin Ming who was galloping, his eyelids didn't blink, and when he took a step, the tin staff fell immediately.

Talent burst out, as if the converging edge was revealing again at this moment.

Jin Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and the big sword was horizontal in front of him, turning from the original active attack to passive defense, trying to block Jiang Chen's staff.

Ding-bell!

The swords and sticks collided, and between the sparks bursting out, a sharp talent slashed through Jin Ming's neck, and a blood mark appeared instantly.

"Humph! Monk, do you think that only you have the meaning of martial arts? Jin Ming snorted coldly, took a few steps back, and said, revealing a domineering sword intent swept out of his big knife.

Jiang Chen's eyes froze, half of the knife intent! Although it was only half of the sword intent, Jin Ming suppressed him in terms of cultivation, and he didn't dare to underestimate him.

Just as Jiang Chen was thinking about it, the aura of sword intent suddenly changed and became extremely manic, just like lightning and thunder, an abnormal riot could explode in an instant.

"Thunder and lightning." Jiang Chen's face became even more solemn, and reason told him to quickly retreat, his footsteps were slightly raised, and he quickly jumped back half a meter, and a shocked look appeared on Jiang Chen's face for the first time.

The surroundings were filled with half of the sword intent, and there was a raging thunder everywhere, and he seemed to be deeply immersed in thunder and lightning, his whole body was numb, his movements became extremely slow, and his movements were extremely stiff, no longer flowing smoothly before.

Jiang Chen had been consumed by several battles, and his talent in his dantian was already less than a quarter, and now he was extremely embarrassed in the face of this sword intent with domineering thunder and lightning.

Despite this, Jiang Chen still did not use his metallic talent, first of all, he did not reach the foundation building period, he could not control the qi in the air, and he could not fully exert the power of the metallic talent. There is another point, that is, his last hole card, which is really not good and exposed.

Yicheng's talent is terrifying, but Jiang Chen's comprehension is not thorough enough, and that kind of destruction talent is difficult to play, and it is far worse than the metallic talent at this stage.

Even so, Jiang Chen's eyes became more and more fierce, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the nine-ring tin staff was clenched in his hand, curling, since he couldn't dodge, he could only resist.

Countless staff shadows flew down from the sky with fierce intent, facing the lightning sword intent that resisted half of it.

Rumble!

The two are staggered, forming a stream of air with the two of them as the center, and the first thing to bear the brunt of is the surrounding mountain rocks, which instantly turn into stone chips and fly all over the sky.

Jiang Chen's attack was obviously not enough, and after receiving a blow, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards, and blood splashed out along the arc thrown by his body. The clothes on his chest were torn, revealing a striking knife mark, and there was a trace of lightning flashing on it.

After a while, Jiang Chen's whole body was covered with knife marks, and there was a hint of grace on his pale face.

"After all, it's still a step worse in cultivation." Jiang Chen sighed slightly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, not to mention that he could reach the peak of the ninth layer of the Transcendent Realm, if he could consolidate the initial cultivation of the ninth layer of the Transcendent Realm, I believe it would definitely not be the current situation, but unfortunately time will never wait for anyone.

"It is not so simple to squeeze into our Xifanha country, and the top ten young talents in the foundation building period, even if he is ranked tenth, his hole cards are enough to make the three of us jealous." Huang Yonghao shook his head and stared at Jin Ming.

"Yes, you are ranked ninth, Wu Ling is ranked eighth, and I am ranked seventh, but when you reach the sixth place, they are all perverts, and your cultivation has already reached the middle or late stage of foundation building. The four of us are the weakest, and only by holding together can we face those perverts and stand out. Qin Chengpeng nodded approvingly.

"It's a pity that the monk has just stepped into the ninth layer of the Mortal Realm, and he has the will to become a martial artist, and it will not be easy in the future." Wu Lingxiu frowned, looked at Jiang Chen's pale face, and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, when did Wu Ling, who is known as the Bloodthirsty Witch, have such kindness." Qin Chengpeng glanced at Wu Ling strangely, Huang Yonghao was the same, the entire Xifan Ha Xuan Kingdom monks knew that Wu Ling, although it was a daughter's family, but it was chilling to kill a lot of people, how could it not be surprising that he would say such a thing now.