Quiet.

Surprisingly quiet.

At first, Zhou Chen took the initiative to take action, but everyone not only wondered about his actions, but also laughed at him for being a car and not measuring his strength; Although Jiang Zhikun is not very famous, after all, he is an elder of the Huashan faction, and his cultivation is definitely higher than Fan Yuyue and Lu You, and Zhou Chen dares to take the initiative to kill him, which is simply looking for death.

But as the life-and-death duel between the two unfolded, Zhou Chen's strength and strategy completely changed his mind at the beginning.

Being able to abolish Jiang Zhikun's hand in a relatively weak capacity, although it is at the cost of an arm, this pride makes everyone present respect from the bottom of their hearts. Everyone's hearts were completely pulled by Zhou Chen's every move, and they didn't desperately want Zhou Chen to win this game, even if he couldn't win, they didn't want him to lose so ugly.

Gazing at Jiang Zhikun's momentum and killing away, everyone became nervous for no reason, their hands were clenched, their eyes were staring at Zhou Chen, and they kept reminding them in their hearts: Hide! Hide!

But Zhou Chen didn't have any reaction.

With a pale face, he stared coldly at Jiang Zhikun who was attacking, his body was as stable as Mount Tai, giving people a heroic feat of seeing death as home. Although he didn't hide, Zhou Chen was not a person who sat still, and the moment Jiang Zhikun threw the dagger that pierced his palm, Zhou Chen passed a wisp of divine consciousness to the jackal god inside the dagger. One arm has been abolished, and there is no possibility of winning against Jiang Zhikun, so he has to find a way.

A wisp of divine consciousness was transmitted into the dagger, and the jackal god immediately sensed that Zhou Chen was in danger, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and came out of the dagger.

As soon as the dagger came out, the jackal god saw that Jiang Zhikun's figure had been bombarded towards the master, and his face was full of horror, but Jiang Zhikun's body was too energetic, and he couldn't possess it at all, so naturally he couldn't disturb his thoughts and give the master a chance. Now there is no way, after the god recognizes the master, he is completely connected with the master, if the master dies, then he can't live, the jackal god secretly decided in his heart, and now he can only use this trick.

It's a gamble on whether it's dead or alive.

The jackal god "hands" sealed, recited the mantra low, and the last word "open" came out.

The temperature changed suddenly, suddenly dropped by a few degrees, and there was a cold and biting cold air under the ground, and everyone on the scene was suddenly invaded by the yin qi, some of the cultivators who were still weak couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but shiver, Chu Xinmen's face changed slightly, and he whispered with a puzzled face: "Summoning ghosts?" ”

Just when everyone was attacked by yin qi and went towards Zhou Chen, Jiang Zhikun also felt something, and suddenly felt that his ankle was grabbed by something, and he looked down. A few ghost claws grabbed their legs and kept pulling them to the ground.

Jiang Zhikun's cultivation is the Huashan Qi Sect, and his spirit is heavy, and he is not afraid of ghosts and gods at all.

Although he was hit, he didn't have the slightest panic on his face, and said coldly: "Carving insect skills." ”

As he spoke, the palm shot out towards the yin ghost that was "hidden" in the ground, and the palm carried a strong wind into the ground, which suddenly made the yin ghost summoned by the jackal god scatter and let out a terrible scream. Just when Jiang Zhikun was entangled by the Yin Ghost, Zhou Chen endured the pain in his arm, rushed towards Jiang Zhikun with his left hand, clenched his left hand into a fist, and when he arrived in front of Jiang Zhikun, he roared angrily: "Bagua God Fist." ”

The sharp fist slammed towards Jiang Zhikun's chest.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

More than ten punches were punched in a row, and the punches hit Jiang Zhikun's chest, and Jiang Zhikun was immediately blasted out.

Although he hit the boxing, Zhou Chen's right arm couldn't lift his strength at all, and Jiang Zhikun's cultivation was extremely strong, and his repeated punches didn't kill him. Jiang Zhikun spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, stared at Zhou Chen with a hideous face, and said coldly: "The evil sect is crooked, the old man will get rid of the demon guard today." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Zhikun pulled out a long sword from behind his back with his left hand, and when the long sword was drawn, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared, and he roared angrily: "Give the old man a death!" ”

"Senior brother, no."

Seeing Jiang Zhikun pull out his long sword from behind him, Chu Xinmen, who was standing aside and had always been silent and silent, showed a panicked look and immediately rushed up.

But Jiang Zhikun had already moved, and the long sword was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing towards Zhou Chen with a sweeping momentum.

What a powerful sword aura.

Jiang Zhikun's sword was even more panicked than Uncle Qiao's sword of the spirit rhino, which made people can't help but feel a sense of despair, Zhou Chen tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, but that fear kept spreading like a plague in every cell of his body, eroding his confidence.

"Amitabha."

At the moment when Zhou Chen was completely desperate, a Buddhist voice suddenly came from a distance, and a "swastika" character in the air rushed towards the sword.

"Boom"

The word "swastika" collided with Jiang Zhikun's powerful sword qi, making a violent muffled sound, and the air flow continued to spread outward, and the people who shocked people were unstable in their legs and fell backwards. Zhou Chen was the closest, and the strong air flow continued to bombard him, and Zhou Chen immediately held his breath and ran his internal strength before he could barely suppress it.

It's so strong.

The figure floated in, and it turned out to be Master Yuanhui, the abbot of Shaolin.

"Amitabha, Master Jiang, you and Lord Zhou are both distinguished guests of my Shaolin Temple, what can't you sit down and talk about? Do you have to do it? ”

Although the Shaolin Temple has a prominent reputation, the Shaolin disciples have always been low-key; Except for the battle with the Origin God Cult fifty years ago, the master of demon reception showed a powerful cultivation to pass on to future generations, and everyone has never seen the cultivation of the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, but I didn't expect the cultivation of the abbot of Yuanhui to be so strong.

Naturally, he didn't expect Jiang Zhikun to have such a cultivation.

I'm afraid that few people in the world can dissolve that sword.

No wonder the Huashan Sect has been so arrogant and domineering in recent years, one of the elders is so strong, so isn't Chu Xinmen's cultivation even more powerful?

"That's what Abbot Yuanhui said." Chu Xinmen, who rushed up to stop him, grabbed Jiang Zhikun's wrist, responded with a smile, glanced back at Jiang Zhikun, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Jiang, you are an ancestor, how can you be serious with your juniors, and you don't put away your sword." ”

Jiang Zhikun's face was gloomy, and he angrily shook off Chu Xinmen's hand and put away the long sword.

Although he didn't say it, his heart and lungs had already exploded, and he had just been annoyed and angry by Zhou Chen, Jiang Zhikun was completely crazy, and he even used moves that he never showed in front of outsiders, but he couldn't kill Zhou Chen.

Now it also makes the old guy Chu Xinmen see that he is cultivating.

It's really a loss for my wife and a soldier.

Looking at Jiang Zhikun and putting away his long sword, Chu Xinmen looked indifferent, did not show the slightest surprise, and said to Abbot Yuanhui: "Abbot, don't blame, it's just that a famous disciple of the Huashan Sect was killed inexplicably, and Zhou Chen named and said that it was my junior brother's doing, and the junior brother didn't do it lightly. ”

"Is that so?" Abbot Yuanhui saw Fan Yuyue lying on the side covered in blood at this time, and immediately said to Zhou Chen: "Master Zhou, what is going on?" ”

"Today I learned that Qin Chonglingai, the head of the Shenwu Gate, was missing and went to the county seat to look for it, but I found nothing, just when I was about to return to the resort, Jiang Lao Ghost suddenly appeared, saying that he had news of Qin Wu, so I followed, but I didn't expect ......"

Zhou Chen's eyes stared coldly at Jiang Zhikun, who was full of anger on the side, and told everything that had just happened without missing anything.

"Fart, the old man has been practicing in the room this afternoon, how could it be that the old man killed Master Fan's nephew? What's more, what reason does the old man have to kill Master Fan's nephew? You kid slandered the old man, you deserve death. Jiang Zhikun looked angry and roared.