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"High Fire Spirit?"

Jiang Chen frowned tightly, thinking for a long time before reacting to who.

Looking downward, the divine sense quickly locked on a person.

Gao Huoling's body stiffened, knowing that he was in Jiang Chen's sight, and his face was not very natural.

Jiang Chen's strength is amazing, but the relationship between the two is not good at all.

She didn't know what Jiang Chen was like, whether she would borrow a knife to kill people and let herself die in the hands of the ghost cang, so that Jiang Chen could sit back and relax and wait to inherit the position of the head of the family.

"In other words, you are going to use this to blackmail me and not allow me to use the magic weapon, and you use it, right?"

After a moment, Jiang Chen put down the star-chasing bow in his hand and asked the obvious question.

"Ahem, that's because the bow is not a martial arts contest, it's not fair. Ghost Cang said.

"Okay, I'll be fair to you. ”

Jiang Chen put the star-chasing bow into the ring and raised the Chixiao Sword, and a steady stream of sword power was transmitted into the sword.

The stimulated Chixiao Sword body was trembling, and the long-lasting sound of the sword was like a musical instrument, and all the swordsmen present were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

The Tao is unknown, and the indescribable will of the sword is scattered between heaven and earth, and if there is a swordsman who can calm down and comprehend, he will definitely benefit a lot.

It didn't take long for the red light to rise, reaching the nine clouds outside, comparable to the movement of Baoguang's birth.

Bang!

As if time had gone backwards, the sword light and sword light were instantly retracted into the sword, and the sound of the sword sound disappeared.

The only difference is that the body of the Chixiao Sword is radiant, and it is shining without being instilled by Jiang Chen's skills.

"Magic weapon!"

The nearby ghost cang's face was full of bitterness, and the Chixiao Sword, which was like a sword of the world, made him feel a lot of pressure.

"No fights. ”

Ghost Cang waved his hand and said, "That's it, you can take whoever you want to leave." ”

When people were still surprised by the change in the Chixiao Sword, the ghost Cang spoke in surprise, intending to avoid its edge.

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen was very surprised, brandishing the Chixiao Sword, and looked at it with a sharp gaze, not knowing what kind of trick the ghost cang was playing again.

"This is a small world, we don't have a treasure fight, we fight you to the death, and we cheapen others for nothing. "Ghost Cang really doesn't want to fight, he came to the small world to hunt for treasure.

"Can I take anyone?"

Jiang Chen nodded, understood what Ghost Cang meant, and hesitated.

"Yes. ”

The nerves of the people below tensed, and they looked at Jiang Chen with longing eyes, hoping to be taken away and away from this ghost place.

"Those who have been enslaved by you are all loyal to the Hall of Heroes, and I will take them all. Suddenly, Jiang Chen sneered.

The people in the mine were stunned, they were not happy, but confused.

The standard of allegiance to the Hall of Heroes in the Dragon Domain is actually ridiculous, that is, one point, just keep your distance from the Evil Cloud Palace.

Ghost Cang pursed his lips, the chill in his black eyes was amazing, and said, "Do you have to fight?"

"Slaying demons and destroying demons is my responsibility as a disciple of the Hall of Heroes. Jiang Chen was serious, but what he said was very exaggerated.

"Do you hate me for hunting you down?" said Oni Cang.

"No, if I kill you, my battle path will go to the next level, and this Yanlong spar all over the mountains is also very covetous. Jiang Chen looked like he was going to fight no matter what he said.

"Hahahaha!"

The ghost laughed loudly, as if hearing the wild words of the ignorant.

"I just don't want to waste my energy being targeted by others, but you think you have the ability to compete with me!"

The laughter fell, and the ghost cang didn't say anything, and stepped on the air hard, leaving an afterimage that swept out like a gust of wind.

In the process of sealing the hands, the black gloves lit up with mysterious runes, and the palm prints were several times stronger than before.

The people below even felt that even if Jiang Chen stabbed the sword just now, he wouldn't be able to break this palm.

"Changhong Sword Technique: One Sword and Three Styles!"

Of course, pure hard hitting hard will not work, Jiang Chen swung a brilliant and dazzling sword, and all kinds of changes greeted him.

"Huh?"

Ghost Cang deeply felt the horror of this sword, but he did not shake it, and the palm print also changed, virtual and real, and he couldn't figure it out.

At the moment of the confrontation, it was like a roar of thunder, and the entire sky was rolling.

It seems that Ghost Cang and Jiang Chen are no longer humans, but terrifying prehistoric beasts.

The sword shadow is ever-changing, the palm print is ethereal, and both of them use all their skills to fight inseparably.

"Demon Hand Bloody Palm!"

The ghost firmament, which was almost in full force, showed the ruthlessness and madness unique to the people of the Evil Cloud Palace.

After the terrifying palm appeared, the sky was like the sea, stained red with blood, and the heaven and earth became extremely demonic.

The palm print was like a ghost hand, falling from the sky and grabbing Jiang Chen.

After Jiang Chen dodged over, blood mark ghost hands also appeared from another direction, and then more and more, in all directions, everywhere.

"Instant Swordsmanship: First Style!"

Jiang Chen was forced to use a desperate form, as if he had escaped into time, avoiding the hands of the blood seal ghost.

In less than a second, he appeared beside Ghost Cang.

The ghost cang was aware of it, and all the ghost hands grabbed him.

Jiang Chen shattered his sword with a palm, but the blood mark ghost hand was endless.

Until the time the sword stopped, the Blood Seal Ghost Hand was still there, but it could no longer hurt Jiang Chen after he jumped away.

"Demon Hand Exterminates Immortals!"

Unexpectedly, there was a trick in the ghost cang's move, and when Jiang Chen came to him like lightning because of his absolute pranayama.

"Thunder Armor!"

Jiang Chen hurriedly summoned out the body protection air shield, this situation was also the meaning of the existence of the body protection air shield.

But even so, Jiang Chen was still like an ordinary person slammed into a chariot doused with molten iron at full speed, and the person flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"This is the consequence of your battle path and realm being weaker than mine. ”

The ghost stood where Jiang Chen was standing, but he didn't attack again, because he couldn't do it anymore, and his breathing became short.

But compared to Jiang Chen, it was much better, his face was like gold paper, and he vomited blood.

"I gave you a chance to live, but you still didn't accept it. ”

After the ghost cang's breath was completed, he stepped away into the air, pressing step by step.

"Do you think it's great and majestic that you can pick up a sword if you have mastered the way of battle? Without a long period of fist fighting, it's as if you don't know how to walk and start running. Ghost Cang said again.

"Yes? That's teachable again. ”

Jiang Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and straightened his back.

"It's a pity you can't run away this time. Ghost Cang said.

The people of his team had already formed defensive lines in all directions, and once Jiang Chen escaped, he could block it, and then he launched a fatal blow.

"Did I say I was going to run?"

Jiang Chen's left arm was raised, the Chixiao Sword was level with his shoulder, his right hand was raised into a fist, and he said, "Then you can taste my fist." ”

Saying that, he still took the initiative to attack under the heavy blow, and in the eyes of people, he was like a moth to a fire.