"Gongye Changxun, it's really extraordinary!"

During the dance, Jing Chong didn't forget to praise him, and he had to admit that even if he was now after his strength increased several times, it was not a simple thing to easily win this battle, so abandoning all grievances, Jing Chong still agreed with the other party's strength in his heart.

"Hmph, the show is still to come, surnamed Jing, I want you to really know that in the previous battle, you just took a shit luck!" In the face of Jing Chong's praise, Gongye Changxun chose to accept it all, especially at the moment when he saw that he was embarrassed by Jing Chong's persecution in front of him, his heart that was originally battered suddenly regained its previous strength.

The self-confidence that had been worn out a little bit jumped out again, and he became more and more invincible.

"Heh, you're still brilliant with some color, since you have so much confidence, then I'm going to let you really try to fail!"

Jing Chong had no way to back down when he spoke, holding the knife in both hands, the momentum of his whole body was raised to the peak, and the power of blood and qi in his body was mobilized flexibly and moderately, sometimes jumping up and down, sometimes condensed into a group, and the whole body made Jing Chong's whole body become "alive".

A steel knife is both rigid and soft, and the mystery of the seven swords of a hundred battles is also unreservedly displayed, and the seven major killing moves are cast in an endless stream, sometimes like a flood rushing endlessly, sometimes like a spring breeze, hiding a killing machine, in short, now Jing Chong is completely engaged in the battle with Gongye Changxun, he fights heartily, wants to give up, and the power of the seven swords becomes stronger and stronger in such an invisible way.

The seven major killing moves were used in turns, and its power was indeed as expected, doubling up, and at first a knife slashed out, only to drive a burst of fierce wind, although the wind was tight, but it could not attack the enemy and still could not attack the effect of the attack.

But with the continuous loss of time, the pseudo-war qi in the body is constantly intensified, and this power is more and more demonstrated, but seeing Jing Chong sometimes holding a knife with one hand, sometimes chopping with both hands, each knife is cut out, will integrate the supreme mystery of boxing and knife skills, a knife split, the breeze turns into a violent wind, the wind is like a whirlwind, and it can fly away stones, even if it can't hit the enemy's vital point, but a knife is split, the knife wind has also condensed into a tangible influence, every time at the moment when the Gongye Qingfeng long sword is struck, it has a certain impact on the other party.

The next moment, but seeing that Gongye Changxun's fierce sword and sword moves were constantly becoming scattered, all the moves had been exhausted, and all he relied on was the essence of the Yin Killing Sword to resist Jing Chong's waves of rapid attacks.

"Glimpses of light, death can be helpless".

The third move in the seven swords of a hundred battles has become particularly important at this time, the sword wind is like light, the brilliance is like a shadow, the shadow is true shape, a knife is cut out like a hundred knives to follow, and a hundred knives are invincible?

Just when the battle between the two people was stalemate, and the battle lasted for a long time, the knife in Jing Chong's hand once again raised a rhythm, and the knife wind that was originally like a whirlwind tended to dominate the power, becoming more powerful and incomparable.

His nose and sideburns were drenched in sweat, but he was still holding on to something driven by that strong self-esteem, but this was nothing more than a dying struggle in Jing Chong's eyes.

"Gongye Changxun, I want you to know that it is a big mistake for you to enter the inner village this time, today, not only can you not do anything to me, but your other ear can't be saved!"

As he spoke, Jing Chong's momentum suddenly soared, and the steel knife in his hand became faster and faster, and the next moment, the swords collided, and violent sparks suddenly burst out, and Gongye Changxun's body was suddenly like a flat boat in the sea, swaying left and right for a long time, and almost fell into the middle of the river.

At this time, Jing Chong's heart became extremely happy, he continued to provoke the other party like a cat and mouse, for a while he seemed to see a smiling face in the sky, a smug laugh kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't help but even Jing Chong's own face appeared with a knowing smile.

"Black handsome guy, you have to avenge me, Lao Tzu jumped off the cliff so desperately, this time I must let this kid pay for his blood debt so that I can be blinded!"

The familiar voice, listening to Jing Chong's illusion, the smile on his face disappeared, Jing Chong's whole heart became as painful as a knife, but these only increased Jing Chong's hatred for the person in front of him.

"Monkey, don't worry, even if you don't want anything, I have let the person in front of me suffer the punishment you deserve, I can't let you die in vain!"

The corners of Jing Chong's eyes became moist again, and the hatred extended unlimitedly, blinding all his reason in an instant, under his cold gaze, Gongye Changxun on the other side was actually a dead man.

"What do you want to do?"

Facing Jing Chong, who suddenly changed his momentum, Gongye Changxun suddenly felt a trace of strangeness, especially the moves that Zhou kept following up and down, each move revealed a lot of killing intentions, and in front of everyone, he was really a little scared.

"What are you doing, kill you, avenge Zou Cang!"

For the first time in front of outsiders, Jing Chong unscrupulously exposed the hatred hidden in his heart, and he became strange in an instant.

"You can't kill me, kill me, your future will be ruined!" Gongye Changxun's child is dying, he is not willing to be slaughtered like this, he vainly tries to use everything to save his life.

"As long as I can kill you, I don't care about anything!" Jing Chong was like a demon, the knife in his hand became more and more aggressive, and a few times, the knife had already affected Gongye Changxun's body, but fortunately, those were some inconspicuous flesh and skin injuries, but even so, it was enough to make Gongye Changxun miserable.

At this time, he was full of infinite wails even when he spoke.

"You spare me, spare me, you and my grievances will be written off, in addition, I will also give Zhai Xingniang to you, do you know, she has always had a good impression of you, she likes you!" Gongye Changxun has been persecuted to the point of being almost perverted, and at this moment, he wants to influence Jing Chong on the other side at all costs, but he really used this trick wrongly, because Zhai Xingniang has always been the object of Jing Chong's disgust.

"Despicable and shameless, people like you don't deserve to live in the world at all!"

Jing Chong's nerves were completely irritated to the peak, and in his anger, the knife in his hand was even more irritable, but after all, he was now in a melee, and there were still more than a dozen disciples around them who were fighting bloodily, so Gongye Changxun's danger was not caught by Qiu Han.

However, Qiu Han's failure to catch does not mean that no one can't pay attention, among which the most empathetic is Zhai Xingniang, who duel with Liu Yan, she has long noticed the abnormality shown by Jing Chong, in order to avoid unnecessary drawbacks in such an environment, she almost didn't have time to think about it and gave up Liu Yan to fight Jing Chong.

"Jing Chong, you can't kill Gongye Changxun!"

Leng Buding's scream came into his ears, which immediately made Jing Chong's body stunned, and the steel knife in his hand shook in the void, but it still slowed down the fierce offensive, but when he saw the figure in his eyes, his heart became as hard as iron again.

"What kind of green onion are you, you dare to stop me!"

Jing Chong didn't see anyone coming, but he didn't see anyone coming, once he saw Zhai Xingniang coming to fight his enemy again for Gongye Changxun, he was even more angry, and the bloody steel knife in his hand turned around, and he slashed away at the two people, and at the same time, he was even more angry and chose to hurt people, in his opinion, the woman in front of him and Gongye Changxun belonged to the same hill, and they were not worthy of talking to themselves at all.

"I'm really nothing, but you also want to see what kind of place this is? If you kill Gongye Changxun, even if the high-level people present will let you go, some people from the Gongye family hidden here will not let you go!"

Suddenly, a thunderbolt came into Jing Chong's ears, and Leng Buding saw that his body trembled and stopped the offensive, it was not that he was afraid, but he really didn't understand what Zhai Xingniang meant.

"The people of the Gongye family, could it be that they really got to the inner village?" Jing Chong couldn't help but stand on the spot, and couldn't help muttering to himself, and at the same time, he stared at Zhai Xingniang opposite with an inquiring gaze, and the hidden meaning also had a sense of questioning.

What Jing Chong couldn't have imagined was that Zhai Xingniang at this time was no longer as hostile to herself as before, she seemed to be a real person, a pair of eyes were extremely complicated, a little resentment, a little pity, she stared at Jing Chong deadly, it seemed that there was something unspeakably hidden, but after hesitating for a moment, she still nodded at Jing Chong.

"Yao Xianju Qiu Zhiyuan is a member of the Gongye family, it is said that he is the proud disciple of the second leader Qi Wei, offended him, I believe you have no place in the inner village!"

A cold word, Ya is not as fast as pouring cold water on his head, making Jing Chong stand on the spot, he was still savoring the words in Zhai Xingniang's mouth, but between his glances, he really caught two figures in the crowd.

A young man in a gray robe, with a medicine pestle hanging from his waist, his rough face was a little obscene, a little evil, he was staring at himself, as if he was looking for something.

And beside him, there was a fat man, a familiar figure, a familiar flat shoulder, his face was full of exhaustion, and when he looked closely, it was Nie Haiyuan, who had not seen him for a long time, and as for the gray-robed young man, it was not only a disciple of Yao Xianju, Qiu Zhiyuan.