A breeze blew through and the arena was silent.

The eyes of the old man in the ancient temple opened suddenly, his pupils dilated slightly, his body trembled, and a look of excitement appeared on his face.

The martial artists of the other realms looked shocked and took a breath of cold air.

As for the monk who wanted to beat Jiang Yuan just now, he trembled, the sweat on his forehead dripped into the dust, and his face was pale.

Jiang Yuan's light sleeves waved, completely shocking this group of warriors from all over the world.

This Nima, with a slight wave, the dirt on the field turned into gray smoke, this kind of magical power, is indeed beyond their cognition.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang."

Fan Monk's memory is not bad, remembering Qing Daozi's honorific title for Jiang Yuan, he hurriedly bent down and said with some trembling.

The corners of Qing Daozi's mouth rose slightly, and an inexplicable sense of pride and pride arose.

Jiang Yuan just glanced at him lightly, naturally he wouldn't bother with this kind of ant, and continued: "Go on!" ”

This will, how dare anyone not be convinced! Like a good student, he is respectful.

The golden katana in Chojiro's hand had already been drawn, pointed at the monk, and said proudly, "I want to challenge you." ”

Chojiro was also a little cautious, thinking about currying favor with Jiang Yuan and pointing his sword at the monk, after all, the monk had always been the one who was most dissatisfied with Jiang Yuan.

The rest of the warriors could only sigh slightly, allowing Chojiro to steal the limelight.

However, Jiang Yuan didn't care about Chojiro's careful thinking.

How could the monk endure such a naked provocation, he shouted angrily: "Die." ”

I saw the wooden staff in the monk's hand swing suddenly.

This kind of unexpected attack made Chojiro a little unable to react, so he could only use a long knife against his chest and collide with the monk's wooden staff.

The monk who had already prepared shouted angrily, and a strong aura gushed out of his body, and the green tendons of his arms burst out, and the momentum was violent, as if the embankment was opened, surging.

The blood on the corner of Chojiro's mouth was already overflowing, he didn't expect that the monk in front of him would be so despicable and shameless, and he was caught off guard.

"Drink."

The monk shouted, his expression was resolute, the power of the peak of the twelve grades was already fully opened, and the wooden staff was slammed fiercely.

"Boom."

Chojiro's face turned pale, and the whole person flew sideways and shifted hundreds of meters, slamming on the ground, and with a pop, blood spurted out.

"You, you despicable villain, are so shameless." Chojiro struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his stinging chest, and shouted angrily.

"Hmph."

Fan Seng didn't pay attention to it, and took advantage of the full enlightenment of the peak power of the twelve grades, jumped up and rushed towards Chojiro.

He wanted to destroy the samurai in front of him in one go, he knew that the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for him, and he didn't like to fight with such a flexible warrior.

"Eight, ga." Chojiro couldn't help but scold, this kind of completely tough martial artist gave him a headache.

"Horizontal."

Chojiro endured the stinging pain, and the golden katana erupted with a powerful golden sword, slashing horizontally towards the monk.

"Hmph." Fan Seng snorted coldly, without slowing down at all, his wooden staff emitted a pale green light, and it was easy to break this golden sword.

"Horizontal."

Chojiro's eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to wave the golden long knife, and the golden knife power turned into a tide of power, slashing in the direction of the monk.

Fan Monk's eyes were full of disdain, this kind of powerful knife strength was just for him, just tickling, he was still swinging his staff, and he was approaching at great speed.

The speed was so fast that he was already a body away from Chojiro, he snorted coldly and said; "This is the mistake of choosing me, suffer death!"

Chojiro suddenly showed a triumphant smile and mocked: "Look at me with the way of others, and also treat the body of others, the mystery of the samurai, the sacrifice of blood, the nine snakes of gold." ”

A lightning-like golden light suddenly appeared from behind Chojiro, and the air was suddenly filled with white mist, a force that made people feel cold, and it shrouded the earth at some point.

Fan Monk's pupils shrank, trembling all over, feeling that some kind of powerful creature was staring at him, he hurriedly took out a simple ball from his body, and retreated quickly.

Except for Jiang Yuan, all the martial artists present felt inexplicable fear, and the sixth sense told them that this knife was terrifying.

Jiang Yuan squinted slightly, wanting to see what level the strength of the earth's martial artists could reach.

"If you want to escape, it's too late, wait for death!" There was madness in Chojiro's eyes, and the blood at the corners of his mouth on both sides was dripping like running water.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and a huge golden hydra, staring at the monk, opened its mouth, and rushed towards the monk.

The martial artists on the field, their scalps are numb, where is this the struggle of the peak martial artists of the twelve grades! It's more than enough to kill them in seconds.

"Monsters." Although the monk was a little flustered, he left in his hand the magic weapon in the sect thousands of years ago, and he would not completely lose his mind.

I saw the quaint ball in the hand of the monk, turning into purple light, and a huge purple tiger suddenly jumped up, grabbed the golden hydra, and intertwined.

"You actually have a magic weapon." Chojiro said with some reluctance.

Their family signed a contract with the most powerful divine beast in the cherry blossom country, the Hydra, for thousands of years, and every time they lived and died, it was settled by the spirit of the Hydra.

In order to hide people's eyes, he deliberately concealed the sacrificial ritual in the swordsmanship.

Every time you summon the spirit of the nine snakes, you will lose ten years of life, or under the premise of the peak of the twelve, if you are an ordinary person, you will not be able to summon the spirit of the nine snakes for hundreds of years.

For Chojiro, it was a great price.

Seeing that the magic weapon was working, there was a touch of smugness in his eyes, and then he shouted: "What hydra, in my teaching, is just a small worm, you will still be obediently sent to death."

"Haha, ahem."

Chojiro suddenly laughed, spit out the blood, then coughed, and then said: "My father's revenge has been avenged, I have no memory, since you want to die, then I will kill you." ”

The monk sneered and said; "You still have the ability to kill me, so come."

"Sacrifice, more than once." Jiang Yuan smiled, he crisscrossed the Immortal Domain, traveled all over the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, and learned this technique from a wasteland.

"More than once, then isn't he invincible under the god realm." Xie Ling'er was also suppressed by this powerful aura, and there was an invincible fear.

"This kind of sacrifice needs the support of Shouyuan, and what comes is just a wisp of hydra breath." Jiang Yuan explained.

"Is just a wisp of breath so powerful?" Shen Yueqing sighed a little incredulously.

Jiang Yuan had some helplessness in his eyes, these two stupid girls still far underestimated their own strength.