Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Final Tone of the Nine Shao

"Poof!" Yang Xuyan was burned inside. But after all, he got the true inheritance of the evil king, and with a mouthful of blood to promote his skills, he actually came out of Chen Jing's palm.

Then he urged the Heavenly Demon to disintegrate and other kung fu, doubled his body style, and desperately escaped.

Chen Jing did not intend to let Yang Xuyan go. Although Chen Jing was reluctant to provoke the evil king because he was worried that his subordinates would be assassinated, Yang Xuyan came to the door, and the evil king was also a matter of time. Since you can't dodge, let's just cut off the other party's wings.

But Chen Jing had just chased a few steps before he suddenly stopped.

Yang Xuyan, count your life back. When you restore the broken internal organs and twisted meridians, I welcome your vengeance.

He then smiled expectantly.

Now I'm not interested in you anymore because someone more valuable than you has appeared.

A boy in white and two strange-looking teenagers appeared in front of Chen Jing.

"It's been a long time coming." Chen Jing said with a smile.

"In the past two years, Song has practiced martial arts hard, just hoping to seek justice from the Iron Banner King." The man in white said.

"Hmph, what kind of 'special king' killed our mother, we will make you urgent today." A teenager said.

"Today, we must avenge our mother." The other teenager was also unequivocal.

They are Song Shidao, Kou Zhong, and Xu Ziling.

Regarding the invitation of these three people, Chen Jing shook his head:

"Song Gongzi, although I am looking forward to your entry, I have to say that if you want to compete with me, you can't do it now."

Song Shidao did not believe it:

"Iron Banner King, although you have the strength to defeat Yu Wenhua and an overlord like Du Fuwei, you may not be able to defeat the three of us joining forces. With Xiao Zhong and Xiao Ling's current skills, it is not difficult to defeat Du Fuwei back then. And I'm stronger than the two of them combined. ”

Chen Jing smiled when he heard this. Song Shidao obviously misunderstood the gap between himself and Du Fuwei. Also, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling's vision is not very good, and they will definitely not be able to bring Song Shidao the correct message.

"Iron Banner King, please!" Song Shidao drew his sword in his hand.

"What is this?" Chen Jing's eyes lit up.

The sword that Song Shidao pulled out was really unusual. I saw that the sword was about four feet and two inches long, and there were nine small holes along the edge of the sword spine that were slightly tied up than the tips of the tail fingers.

"This is the saber of Xie Xuan, a famous general of a generation a hundred years ago, the sword of Jiushao Dingyin." Song Shidao's face was solemn.

"The name of Jiu Shao Dingyin, Chen has been famous for a long time. However, I heard that in addition to the cooperation of special sword weapons, this sword also requires cultivators to be proficient in music and rhythm. If the cultivator is just a vassal of elegance, this sword is just a tiger and not an anti-dog. Chen Jing said.

After Miss Fu's death, Song suddenly understood the essence of music overnight. All music and rhythm only tell the heart of people, human feelings, and techniques are just means to better express this emotion. So my father ordered someone to take out this divine sword for Song from the treasure house of the mountain city, and let me practice it to this day. Song Shidao said.

"So, I'm looking forward to it." Chen Jing lifted the gun.

"I hope that Song Gongzi can have a little bit of the color of Xie Xuan's family back then." The tip of his spear was pointed directly at Song Shidao's throat.

"I will not disappoint Your Excellency." Song Shidao said.

……

Although Song Shidao was very confident, he didn't really go up to fight Chen Jing by himself. He is confident, but not to the point of arrogance.

He shot with Ssangyong.

As soon as they got into hands with Chen Jing, they knew that they were outrageously wrong.

How big is the gap?! They were left and right under Chen Jing's gun.

Of course, they didn't know that the current Chen Jing was already a grandmaster-level master who was enough to fight with Zhu Yuyan, the Queen of the Yin. And in terms of lethality, Chen Jing is even more above Zhu Yuyan. If life and death fight, even Zhu Yuyan can only rely on the jade to save her life, not to mention that Song Shidao and the three of them are now doing this martial arts, and they are basically delivering food in the face of Chen Jing.

But Chen Jing did not look down on these three people because of this.

On the contrary, he rejoiced.

Forget about Ssangyong, their entry was completely within Chen Jing's expectations. What Chen Jing really rejoiced about was Song Shidao's Nine Shao Dingyin Sword.

Song Shidao was actually able to exert the power of the Nine Shao Dingyin Sword!

Jiushao's sounding sword must be accompanied by wonderful music. To the swordsman himself, it sounded like a sound to stabilize his demons and strengthen his will, but to his enemies, it sounded like a sound that stirred his heart and killed his will. Coupled with the wonder of Jiu Shao's Dingyin swordsmanship, even Chen Jing's iron-blooded twelve styles failed to take advantage of the moves.

However, I only came out of eight styles before, and there are four styles, so I'm not afraid that I won't be able to break the nine sao sounds. Chen Jing's heart stirred.

"Whoa!" He unfurls the flag.

Of course, he has a knack for dealing with the art of sound attack.

The ninth form of the Iron Blood Twelve, Gale Style!

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!

It's a war song.

The banner hunts and hunts, this is the song of the war song.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Chen Jing's steps were extremely calm. In order to get enough impact, his steps were so heavy that they even trampled the streets of brick and stone.

Like a war drum.

His lungs breathed air violently, vibrating the air with a loud long roar like a trumpet.

The sound of flags, war drums, horns, and the sound of people fighting each other is the most primitive war song on the battlefield.

In front of this war song, Jiushao's final tone can only be regarded as a beautiful sound.

That's Gale style.

The more Song Shidao and Shuanglong fought, the more frightened they became.

Especially Song Shidao, he suddenly discovered that the world's top swordsmanship created by the Yijian master, one of the three great grandmasters of today, was by no means inferior to the world's top swordsmanship, and the Jiushao Dingyin Sword actually lost to the other party in moves.

"Don't panic. Jiu Shao's final tone is by no means inferior to the opponent's marksmanship, but there is a gap between your consciousness and the opponent. You haven't been to the battlefield after all. But Jiu Shao's final sound, but it was created by Xie Xuan, a famous general who broke Fu Jian's 700,000 army that year. A voice said.

It's Song Lu. Chen Jing saw the person who spoke up.

Are you going to come up and help them? Come on! Chen Jing said silently.

"King of the Iron Banner, Song Valve has no intention of being your enemy. However, Shi Dao is the heir of Song Valve after all, and I must not watch Shi Dao have an accident. Song Ludao.

Hearing this, Chen Jing thought that he was going to join the battle group.

Unexpectedly, Song Lu said something completely opposite to his guess.

"Shall you stop?"

"Cut!" Many martial arts people watching the battle took a sip.

Song Valve is so daring?!

It's boring.

But Chen Jing instead raised his evaluation of Song Valve.

Only when you are alive can there be hope, and when you die, there is no hope.

Dying with a dream will be praised by people all over the world, but for that person himself, there is no future.

Lying on the salary and tasting the gall, the humiliation of the crotch, entrusting the orphan to save Zhao, the husband can endure the unbearable of the world, so he can do what the world can't do.

It is a noble quality to rather die than bend, but it can only become a reverie of literati in their works.

The word "world" is not something that can be encompassed by soft bones or hard bones.