Chapter 17: Crisis Strikes
Jiang Zhan volleyed and killed, mighty and domineering, with unparalleled momentum, like a cheetah predatoring, and like an eagle striking the sky, Jiang Jian's cheeks were painful and stimulated by the fierce fist wind, as if he had been scraped by a knife. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
There was a look of horror in his eyes, obviously shocked by Jiang Zhan's brave and fearless fighting style.
Indeed, Jiang Zhan couldn't completely avoid the five sword lights when he came down from a high altitude, and even if he could hurt him, he would pay a terrible price.
In the flicker of his heart, Jiang Jian stabbed with his sword, pierced through the void, and resisted Jiang Zhan's fist.
Click!
The long sword broke, and Jiang Jian was directly shocked, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, and he fell outside the No. 3 light curtain.
At the same time, Jiang Zhan fell to the ground, his chest, lower abdomen, and legs were all oozing blood, but his expression was calm and unfazed, as if he was fine, for no other reason, although the sword light was assassinated on him, it was blocked by a strong physical defense, and it was just a skin injury.
On the other hand, Jiang Jian was shocked out of the light curtain by his punch, and lost the opportunity to compete in the stone house, and in the next month, I am afraid that he will have to cultivate in the wooden house.
What's more, after this defeat, Jiang Jian's cultivation speed will inevitably be hindered, and when the time comes, there will be one less strong opponent for the family annual sacrifice.
"No matter who it is, don't want to take the position of the heir of the head of the Lao Tzu family."
Jiang Zhan sneered, and stared at Jiang Jian with two eyes in the air, revealing invincible confidence.
"Jiang Zhan, this time you are powerful, but don't be complacent, three months later, the family annual sacrifice, I will definitely use your blood to wash away today's shame." Jiang Jian glared at Jiang Zhan fiercely, and with strong hatred, he retreated into the crowd of elimination.
Jiang Zhan shook his head, he didn't pay attention to Jiang Jian's threat at all. After all, this time he didn't practice combat skills, he could defeat the other party, not to mention the family annual sacrifice three months later, when he went to the "Battle Skill Pavilion" to choose a combat skill, it would be easy to defeat Jiang Jian again.
Thinking to himself, he scanned the audience and found that in the third light curtain, the battle of the others was also coming to an end, and only ten of the hundreds of participants were eliminated, and these people would have their own stone houses without surprise.
At the same time, among the other light curtains, people were constantly being shaken away, about a stick of incense, and the competition in the stone house was completely over.
"Outer disciples who persist to the end, each of them has a stone house, and the time limit is one month, I hope you can seize the opportunity, cultivate hard, and strive to become an inner disciple who has already been promoted......"
After the steward who presided over the stone house competition announced the results, tens of thousands of outer disciples, in groups, left the square, especially those who had obtained the right to live in the stone house, and they couldn't wait to run all the way.
Walking out of the third light curtain, Jiang Zhan saw that Roger's face was pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, obviously injured.
"How's it going, are the injuries serious?"
He smiled faintly and asked?
"It's not in the way, but this time my luck is too bad, as soon as I entered the No. 4 light curtain, I was defeated by an elite master of the outer gate, and I can only go back to the wooden house to cultivate." Roger said with a face full of unwillingness.
"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm victorious, you can cultivate with me."
Jiang Zhan nodded, although Roger was a peak martial artist of the Four Heavens of the Tongmai Realm, the elite disciples of the outer sect were all powerful, and almost no one in the same realm could compete with him, so it was reasonable to defeat him.
"Thank you Brother Zhan for taking care of you."
Roger smiled, walked side by side with Jiang Zhan, the two walked dozens of meters, and met a group of people, there were dozens of them, one of them was a young man in a blue shirt, with a cold expression, his eyes were like knives, staring at Jiang Zhan deadly, revealing a strong murderous intent.
"Ling Feng!"
Jiang Zhan stopped, staring at the other party, secretly vigilant.
Yes, the person who came was Ling Yun's brother, the peak martial artist of the Ten Heavens of the Tongmai Realm, the first master of the Heavenly Fist Outer Gate, Ling Feng, since he found Jiang Zhan, he wanted to avenge Ling Yun, but there was a steward just now, and it was inevitable that he would have scruples when he started to do it.
Now, the steward has left, and there are only some outer disciples left, even if he kills Jiang Zhan, I believe that no one dares to say anything.
"Jiang Zhan, you dare to abolish Ling Yun, provoke the Ling family, provoke me, this is simply self-defeating." Ling Feng's face was expressionless, his voice was as indifferent as Beihai Xuanbing, and he said gloomily.
"What? You want to kill me? Jiang Zhan's eyes narrowed, his eyes were like blades out of the sheath, staring at Ling Feng deadly, and said coldly: "Don't forget, there is no impermeable wall in the world, if you dare to do it, you will break the door rules, and you will end up dead." ”
"Really? I don't believe it, and even if the sect punishes me, I'm afraid you won't see it. Ling Feng's eyebrows were cold, and a strong murderous aura erupted from his upright body, like billowing wolf smoke, rising into the sky.
In the next moment, he threw a punch, the punch was like an iron stream impact, the waves surged, and he rushed towards Jiang Zhan fiercely, and the powerful energy made the surrounding voids tremble violently.
Before the punch arrived, Jiang Zhan, who had already been impacted by the violent fist wind, retreated again and again, his qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot.