readx;? The Great War is fierce!

At the beginning, four monks of the Infant Realm had already fallen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was Zhang Quan, who was also beheaded by Jiang Xiaochen with a sword, and the sword qi shattered the spirit baby.

This scene shocked the audience!

Who would have thought that Jiang Xiaochen, who was just building the foundation in the middle realm, would be so strong.

Moreover, the opponent is decisive and ruthless, and he will kill with one blow.

The rumors are not exaggerated, the other party is really strong!

"I'll imprison him, and you will kill him!"

Luo Jing drank lowly, and an ancient golden bowl appeared in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The golden bowl was enlarged, floating in mid-air, and Luo Jing imagined a mysterious handprint and entered the golden bowl in the air.

The next moment, endless golden runes appeared in the golden bowl, pouring down from the air, and in an instant, the river was shrouded in silence.

"Zhenling Golden Bowl, great, this time Jiang Xiaochen will die!"

Zhang Dong, the young master of the Seven Xuan Sect, shouted in surprise, and at the same time, he who had been hiding in the distance finally made a move without hesitation.

The sword in his hand was like rain, enveloping Jiang Xiaochen's body.

The rest of the people naturally won't let go of such a peerless opportunity, and the lore method is slammed in.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochen sensed that under the golden mysterious rune, he had a feeling of being imprisoned and sealed.

Every inch of space around his body, like an infinite mountain, pressed against his body, almost immobilizing him.

The Zhenling Golden Bowl, a heaven-level mid-realm spiritual weapon, has the power to suppress all spirits.

If it can be triggered to the extreme, it is that the spirit infant middle realm cultivator is imprisoned, and he cannot rush out, and his spiritual power is suppressed and weakened.

Jiang Xiaochen's eyes flashed with coldness, and he saw that everyone's terrifying lore attack had fallen, almost drowning him.

And at this time, his physical movement and spiritual power were suppressed.

But how could such resistance trap him?

Jiang Xiaochen's muscles trembled regularly, and the terrifying physical power erupted from the surface of his body, shaking the imprisoned spiritual power close to him.

There is no longer any restriction on his movements!

Then, he threw a punch forward.

Heaven and earth are silent!

The fist intent surged out, but everywhere it passed, everything turned into nothingness.

Even if the light curtain condensed by the golden runes shattered and annihilated in this terrifying fist intent!

"Poof!"

The golden rune light curtain shattered, Luo Jing's body was shocked, and he fell backwards violently, vomiting blood in his mouth, and his face was instantly pale and colorless.

"This Power"

He was repulsed by the Zhenling Golden Bowl, and felt that Jiang Xiaochen's punch could extinguish the breath of all things.

His heart was shaken, and he couldn't calm down, and his eyes were already full of fear for Jiang Xiaochen.

Jiang Xiaochen blasted away the imprisoned light with a punch, but he was also delayed for a little because of this.

And everyone's lore attack has poured down.

Dangerous!

Jiang Xiaochen's heart was awe-inspiring, and the colorful divine soul was running to the limit, capturing every attack of these lore attacks.

Then, he cooperated with the phantom to step out without a fixed step!

Restoring his identity, Jiang Xiaochen can have no scruples and use all the techniques he knows.

At this time, with the colorful perfect divine soul and the phantom amorphous technique, it is simply a perfect match, almost a divine skill.

Jiang Xiaochen's figure flickered in the void, almost avoiding all the lore attacks.

But it was impossible to avoid all the attacks, because the crowd's lore attacks were too dense.

And Jiang Xiaochen flipped with one hand, and changed from a red copper sword to Shen Yue.

Shen Yue is in hand, you can attack and defend!

At this time, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Dong, the young master of the Seven Xuan Sect who was attacking him.

Feeling the killing intent in Jiang Xiaochen's eyes, Zhang Dong exclaimed: "Not good!"

But Jiang Xiaochen had already used Shen Yue to sweep out all directions.

At this moment, all the attacks around him seemed to pause for a moment.

It was Zhang Dong, who also sensed that he seemed to be paused.

It was only this moment, Jiang Xiaochen had already snapped his fingers.

The rain of the dead finger falls on the sky!

Dense, like a rain of arrows breaking through the air, all of them only fell to the east of the chapter.

When Zhang Dong was able to react, he was already surrounded by the golden finger light that spread all over his body.

"Ah, no"

He could only let out a scream, and then he was drowned out by the endless golden finger light, like rain hitting plantains, and his body was pierced into a sieve, and he was too dead to die.

"Poof!"

And at this point in the fierce battle, Jiang Xiaochen was finally injured, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

But he didn't care, but his momentum continued to rise, and his fighting spirit became stronger.

To him, it seemed like it was just a warm-up battle.

It's just getting started.

His eyes swept over everyone like lightning, and he smiled coldly and cruelly: "If you old guys don't make a move, you will be slaughtered one by one these days!"

Just now, the three ghosts of the Qiao family, the mysterious old woman, and the thunder dragon had not yet made a move, and they watched coldly from the side, only locking Jiang Xiaochen with their divine thoughts.

made Jiang Xiaochen feel like a thorn in his heart, and his heart was uneasy.

He knew that it was not that the other party did not make a move, but that he was looking for an opportunity to deliver a killing blow.

And these killer blows can really pose a big threat to his life and death.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochen was picking on the side and forcing them to make a move.

But the three ghosts of the Qiao family, the mysterious old woman, and the thunder dragon were all indifferent, and watched this scene indifferently and ruthlessly.

As Jiang Xiaochen spoke, he had already lifted Shen Yue again, and took the initiative to kill Duan Feng, Feng Tianxing, Luo Jing, and the rest of the Spirit Infant Primal Realm cultivators.

The colorful glow of light circulated endlessly on the surface of the body, and Jiang Xiaochen held Shen Yue in his hand, running the two-style knife technique in the Deception Sword Technique, killing the Quartet.

Sweep**!

Eight desolations!

The clouds and rain are scattered!

Phantom uncertain!

After even the two-style sword technique, Jiang Xiaochen alternately used spiritual cultivation combat skills and shadow steps, which could almost be invincible vertically and horizontally, and could be killed from far and near.

"Smack!"

Another Spirit Infant Realm monk was knocked to the ground and turned into a puddle of blood and mud.

At this point, the seven Spirit Infant Primal Realm cultivators who besieged and killed Jiang Buchen were all killed.

Zhang Quan and Zhang Dong were killed!

The rest also include Luo Jing, the leader of the Heavenly Bandit Youth, Feng Tianxing, Duan Feng, Lei Long, the three ghosts of the Qiao family, and the mysterious old woman.

As for the battlefield on the other side, Qingya's one-man battle officers Xiao Jing, Chang Qi and three Spirit Infant Beginner Realm cultivators.

At this time, it turned out that Qingya had killed three Spirit Infant Primal Realm cultivators, and she was still unharmed, and her whole body was shrouded in a mysterious layer of blood and qi light, which was difficult for even Spirit Infant Primal Realm Cultivators to break.

"Slut, you forced me to use the forbidden weapon, you are dead!"

At this time, Guan Xiaojing's hair was scattered and embarrassed.

But instead of being frustrated, a small sword suddenly appeared in her hand, with a little finger wide and long!

Jiang Xiaochen thought that it was a forbidden weapon, from the hands of a strong man.

It can be equivalent to a blow of 30% of the power of the forbidden weapon maker!

He had also owned the small wooden sword that Qingxu had given him before.

But this small wooden sword has the breath of the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm on it.

That is, this small sword has a blow of thirty percent of the power of the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm.

No matter how extraordinary the elegant blood-colored suit is, it will inevitably die.

Qingya's face has changed greatly!

And Guan Xiaojing has already let out a smug and arrogant smile: "Dead slut, are you afraid, let your breasts be bigger than me, let your body be better than me, make your ass more warped than me, make you look better than me, let your mouth be better than me, but you can't live long, what's the use?"

"You give me death!"

As she spoke, Guan Xiaojing was about to sacrifice the small wooden sword forbidden weapon.

But suddenly she felt a blow to her head, and she fainted to the ground.

At the moment of fainting, it was as if he heard: "Slut, if you want to hurt my little Haas's mistress, step on the corpse of little Haas first!"

At that moment, the whole audience fell into a state of stupor.