"Dare to take my delicate jade sword with your bare hands?

Yun Haoran's eyes froze, revealing a mocking look, and laughed loudly.

The exquisite jade sword in his hand stabbed forward at an even faster speed, and the inscriptions on it were all urged, a total of two inscriptions, which increased the strength by fifty percent.

That sword is enough to flatten a hill!

But Jiang Chen didn't have any panic or fear in the face of such a sharp sword, he only heard him snort coldly, urging the "Xuanhuang Immortal Technique" to run to the extreme.

The surging Xuanhuang True Qi in his body was surging and rushing, condensing on his hands.

Between the palms, a dazzling blood-colored light gathered.

Cultivating the "Xuanhuang Immortal Technique" made Di Jiang Chen's physical body far surpass that of a powerhouse of the same level, and with the ability to devour the gods, he allowed his cultivation to reach the ninth peak of the martial arts.

Yun Haoran wanted to break through Jiang Chen's defense, but it was also extremely difficult!

Boom –

The flesh palm directly grabbed the Linglong Jade Sword.

The moment the palm of his hand touched the sharp long sword, a dazzling fire suddenly burst out, and the sharp exquisite jade sword continued to stab forward, but its speed was getting slower and slower. It wasn't until the tip of the sword was still a finger's distance from Jiang Chen's heart that the sword stopped directly.

The master of the dignified True Martial Realm One Heavy Heaven, with the killing blow launched by the Xuan-rank Xuan Soldier, was actually caught by Jiang Chen with a flesh and blood palm!

"How is this possible?"

"I must be dazzled, the flesh and blood palm can actually block the Xuan-level Xuan soldiers? Could this Jiang Chen be the reincarnation of a heavenly god and a demon star?"

Even Bai Ling, who was accustomed to seeing the world, was dumbfounded, and his dark and bright deep eyes glared at the boss: "How is this possible? The exquisite jade sword is a Xuan-level Xuan soldier, even if it is a martial artist who specializes in body refining, he doesn't dare to catch it with his palm! Who is this Jiang Chen?"

Above the altar.

Yun Haoran's eyes widened, and he looked at the exquisite jade sword in his hand in disbelief.

This exquisite jade sword is a treasure given to him by his family after he broke through to the true martial realm, and he has always regarded it as if it were life, and he conceived the exquisite jade sword with essence blood every day.

With the exquisite jade sword, he Yun Haoran is also well-known in the Holy Martial Sword Sect.

But now......

The exquisite jade sword that he was proud of was actually caught with his bare hands by an ant who had never been taken seriously by him!

This is simply a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo!

Yun Haoran's face turned pale, and he glared at Jiang Chen angrily, if his gaze could kill, Jiang Chen would have been cut into minced meat by his gaze at this moment.

He stared at Jiang Chen directly, his gaze became more and more hot: he could not only improve his strength in an instant, but also have such a powerful body. This kid must have a secret treasure on his body, otherwise he would never have been able to do this. Such a powerful treasure, I must get it!

Think of it.

Yun Haoran suddenly stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, revealing a greedy and fiery look: "Little bastard, don't think that you can empty your eyes with the help of the secret treasure. The most important thing for a warrior is his own strength, and relying on foreign objects is just a trail after all. I'll let you know that you're just an ant. ”

Syllable!

Yun Haoran stepped on the ground of the altar, his body exploded and opened away, and at the same time pulled out the exquisite jade sword.

The sword body rubbed against Jiang Chen's palm, making a piercing 'zizi' sound, and the slightest spark erupted, making people can't help but show a shocked look on their faces.

"The Holy Martial Sword Sect is famous for its sword. At the age of eighteen, he entered the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and at the age of twenty, he achieved the realm of True Martial Arts, thus comprehending a trace of the sword intent of the wind. Today, I will let you taste the power of the sword intent of the wind - the wind breaks and kills!" Yun Haoran's voice came with the wind, howling, and his figure exploded, heading straight for Jiang Chen.

The sword was nearly three times faster than before.

With the sword intent of the wind, the storm is no longer attached to the sword body as before, but extremely restrained, but because of the sword intent of the wind, he can avoid the resistance of the wind in the air, so the speed is even faster!

Sima Tao and the others under the altar couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw Yun Haoran wielding this sword: "Sword intent? This Yun Haoran is worthy of being a genius of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, not only has he reached the realm of true martial arts at a young age, but he has also comprehended the power of artistic conception." It's amazing, it's amazing!"

Bai Ling raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing a solemn expression: "With such a fast sword, the resistance of the air to it has been directly weakened by three percent, and the speed of the sword has increased by nearly three times." Can Jiang Chen still be able to block this sword?"

On the altar.

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered, as if he could see through everything.

He could clearly see that around the exquisite jade sword, the wind and air resistance that were circulating were actually blocked by a wonderful force when they were about to touch the exquisite jade sword.

These resistances are like silk encountering sharp scissors and being cut straight away.

A sharp jade sword that breaks through all obstacles!

"What a quick sword, its sword can actually make the air resistance and the wind retreat on its own? This is the sword intent of the wind, right?"

"The power of the sword intent is so subtle, it can control the wind and air resistance, if I can master this artistic conception, and then cast the sword of an instant, the speed of the sword can definitely be three or four times faster than Yun Haoran's sword. ”

Think of it.

Jiang Chen relied on his flexible pace and began to deal with Yun Haoran.

Constantly evading, constantly pondering the means of Yun Haoran's sword intent, and at the same time resisting Yun Haoran's sharp attacks.

"Damn, you loach-like thing, don't run away!" The delay in killing Jiang Chen made Deyun Haoran feel extremely annoyed and anxious, and let out a low roar.

The sword in his hand slashed horizontally!

Rumble!

This sword slashed diagonally, and the trajectory of this sword appeared in Jiang Chen's mind, which was clearly visible, and he found that the sword body trembled with a very slight amplitude during the slashing process. It is through this tremor force that the air resistance and wind avoidance are kept out.

Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he laughed: "Hahaha, I finally understand, it turns out that this is the case." The fluctuation of the wind, the wind has its own specific fluctuations and frequencies, and it can be assimilated with the wind as long as it caters to the fluctuation of the wind and exerts a tremor force. Wind and resistance will not be an obstacle, but will be a help to yourself!"

"I see, this is the Sword Intent of the Wind!"

A moment of enlightenment made Jiang Chen suddenly feel a sense of enlightenment.

He felt that the door of his kendo had opened a new path!

"Yun Haoran, since you want to fight me head-on, then I will fulfill you!" Jiang Chen's body swooped down as he spoke, swept past the sharp sword that Jiang Ziyou had fallen to the ground earlier, grabbed the hilt with one hand, and flew out horizontally against the ground.

The Qingfeng sword was pulled out of the altar, followed by Jiang Chen's sudden turn and changed direction.

Holding the Qingfeng Sword, he rushed towards Yun Haoran head-on.

"Hahaha, you're dead!" Yun Haoran roared excitedly.

The wind is smashing!

The sword came out like the wind, accompanied by the sword intent of the wind, the speed was extremely fast, and it killed Jiang Chen with the power of destruction.

"Wind Sword Intent, isn't it just you ......" Jiang Chen sneered and urged the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, "Instant!

"Is it still this trick? Are you already exhausted? Have you forgotten that your speed is in front of me...... What? this, how is this possible? How can the speed of this sword be so much faster than just now......" The smug look on Yun Haoran's face suddenly froze, his eyes glared at the boss suddenly, and his incredible gaze stared at Jiang Chen.

The sword in his hand was incomparably terrifying, and it was also accompanied by the sword intent of the wind, and it came in an instant!

Bite!

The two swords collided, making a crisp sound.

The two of them passed by, only to hear a 'poof', and a bright red blood column suddenly shot out, spreading in the air, turning into a blood mist!

Jiang Chen and Yun Haoran staggered past each other and stood back to back.

Yun Haoran's voice was a little depressed: "Why, why did your sword suddenly become so fast?"

"Because I also comprehended the sword intent of the wind!" Jiang Chen said calmly.

"That's ...... so"

Before Yun Haoran could finish speaking, his body trembled violently, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his left hand began to break directly from his shoulder. Yun Haoran knelt on one knee, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, his right hand covered the wound on his left shoulder, and he gasped for breath.

In just such an instant, he was already sweating, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

An icy sharp edge landed on his throat, causing Diyun Haoran's body to shake violently, and his whole body stiffened. At the same time, a voice like a soul seduction from the Nine Shadows suddenly sounded in his ears, making Deyun Haoran's already bloodless face suddenly become even paler......

"Yun Haoran, I can give you two choices now, kneel, kowtow to me and beg for mercy, or—die!"