Chapter Seventy-Eight: Netherworld's Court!
Jiang Ling shouted like thunder, and at the same time, only listening to the sound of "boom", a crystal flying knife was like lightning in the air, and the edge shimmered, directly piercing the shoulder of the person in front!
"Peng!"
The blood flashed, a blood flower burst open, staining the placket of his clothes red, and the figure trembled violently, staggered backwards, and fell on several people behind him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Chen Han!"
The faces of several people next to him changed drastically, their expressions were extremely anxious, and they hurriedly checked Chen Han's injuries, and another person glared at Jiangling angrily and scolded: "Presumptuous! How many lives do you have, dare to hurt Chen Han?"
They were very domineering and arrogant, they broke into the small courtyard directly, regarded Jiangling as nothing, and went straight to Xue Nianchu, this was too arrogant, Jiangling's expression was cold, and he threw a flying knife to block it.
The glazed flying knife directly pierced Chen Han's shoulder, Jiang Ling's shot was very sharp, and the knife was bloody, but it was also merciful, not hurting his life, obviously, he was planning to set an example to stop this group of people.
"Your Excellency hurts people when you make a move, it's too domineering!"
The leader looked directly at Gangneung, his eyes were deep, he was wearing a dark purple robe, long hair was tied, his eyes were narrow, flashing with a cold edge, he was ruthless and terrifying.
"Who are you, and why have you come?"
Jiang Ling asked rhetorically, if it was a person from Nanzhao Mansion, he should not dare to trespass on this small courtyard, and he had been in Nanzhao Mansion for more than half a year, so he was sure that he had not seen this group of people, which means that these people were not from Nanzhao Mansion, or even from the Royal Dragon Palace!
"You don't deserve to know!" The young man with the crown of the bunch at the head looked cold, and suddenly shouted: "Good dogs don't get in the way, if you know each other, get away!"
Gangneung's eyes narrowed suddenly.
"I don't know what is going on!" Seeing that Jiang Ling was indifferent, the young man Shu Guan couldn't help but be furious, waved his hand to signal everyone to act, and shouted at the same time: "Take him down!"
Whew!Whew!
When the words landed, five people rushed out at the same time and pounced on Gangneung, they showed their means to surround Gangneung, obviously, they were ready to encircle and suppress and take Gangneung in the shortest possible time.
"Humph!"
Jiang Ling's expression was cold, he naturally would not be polite to this group of annoying fanatics, squeezed his hands into a fist, and directly struck out horizontally.
There was a silver-white dragon shadow wrapped around his arm, compared to before, it was no longer illusory, it was very real, lifelike, the silver-white dragon shadow roared, its intimidating and domineering.
The five of them were like being struck by lightning, their bodies trembled violently, and their eyes were frightened, and they felt a sense of oppression, which was a fear from the depths of their souls, and they couldn't avoid it, and they couldn't avoid it.
"Bang!"
The Jiangling Divine Fist roared out, like a dragon, its momentum was majestic, and it was magnificent, and it directly blasted the two of them away, and they fell to the ground and passed out.
People are like the wind, fists are like dragons!
The other three were shocked, they all stepped into the first realm of the Vault, but they were defeated by this person with one punch, this is also too terrifying, could it be that this guy in a green shirt has stepped into the third realm of the Vault, or even the fourth realm, and is the top of the younger generation?
But his cultivation is clearly still in the realm of the earth!
"A kid from the Earth Convergence Realm, raising his hand to defeat two Vault Realm powerhouses?"
Phew!
Jiang Ling didn't give them time to be shocked, a punch hit, the silver and white dragon shadow broke away, rushed out with teeth and claws, and the dragon tail swept, directly throwing the three of them away and falling out of the small courtyard.
Gangneung was simple and rude, and defeated the enemy with a wave of his hand, and everyone was stunned by this scene, and their expressions were extremely shocked.
"How is this possible? Liuhe Realm can have such combat power, and it will not be able to defy the sky?" someone muttered, his eyes full of disbelief, Jiang Ling did not deliberately hide his cultivation, so everyone could understand the level of his realm at a glance.
"I haven't heard of such a handsome man in Nanzhao Mansion...... Hmm, is it the Xuan family Xuan Wuling, or the eldest son of the Mu family, Mu Chu?"
"Could it be...... Snow wash?" someone exclaimed.
Everyone suddenly changed color, mentioning Nanzhan Junjie, there is a character who can't be avoided, the head of Nanzhan Nine Peerless Leaders, this is a real Tianjiao who moves all parties, even if the forces they are in are far away from Nanzhan and hundreds of millions of miles away, they still have heard of the prestige of the Royal Dragon King's Court Snow Dust.
"It shouldn't be snow washing. ā
Someone shook his head and said: "It is rumored that Xue Xichen has always been dressed in white clothes and does not stain dust, and refines the cold and ice method, but this person is wearing green clothes and is good at flying knives, and Xue Xichen's blade is definitely not a flying knife......
......
Everyone stared at Gangneung, looking at each other, and the discussion continued.
"Silver and white dragon shadow, is it ...... Copying the god form of the White Dragon King?" The young man with the crown at the head was moved, "The ancestor said, the White Dragon King of the Imperial Dragon King Court has been silent and disappeared for nearly ten thousand years, how can this person still copy his god form?" Could it be...... Dragon carving?"
"Could it be that the dragon carving has been born and obtained by the Imperial Dragon King's court?" the eyes of the young man with the crown suddenly shot a terrifying light, one of the purposes of his trip was the "dragon carving"!
"You are not welcome here!" Jiang Ling glanced at everyone and said indifferently, "Where did you come from, go back to where you came from!"
His aura is fierce, and he has an invisible aura that oppresses everyone.
"Your Excellency's good means, you are worthy of being a descendant of the Royal Dragon Court!" The young man with the crown confronted Jiang Ling, not giving an inch, he saw Jiang Ling playing a silver and white dragon shadow, and he decided that Jiang Ling was a descendant of the Royal Dragon Court.
Because in the records of the Nine Songs Kingdom, only the descendants of the Royal Dragon Court are closest to the "Dragon Carving" and are most likely to inherit it, and Jiang Ling stayed with Xue Nianchu, so he naturally thought that Jiang Ling was the descendant of the Xue family of the Royal Dragon King Court.
Jiang Ling frowned, a little puzzled, but the young man with the crown didn't give time to think, he rushed out directly, his hands volleyed in the air, and the pitch-black palms surged like a tide, bombarding Jiang Ling!
This is the power of the dark fist, containing a strong yin and evil aura, faintly accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying wolf, cold and cold, and like the surging demon breath in the netherworld, which makes people's hearts tremble and terrifying.
The strength of his palm seems to come from the netherworld!
"Netherland!"
Jiang Ling's pupils shrank, and he also made a move, his ten fingers were like electricity, and they all shot out sword qi, and at the same time, sword light also burst out from his palm, and wisps of sword qi were vertical and horizontal, dazzling.
Ten fingers are like electricity, all sword qi!
The sword in the palm of the hand, such as the abyss and the mountains, has the potential to destroy the withering and decaying, and it is incomparable!
This is the condensation and burst of sword intent, full of Gangneung's understanding of kendo, and the release of the "sword" in Gangneung's heart.
"Peng, Peng, Peng!"
The two lightning collided, staggered with each other, and then struck back again, fighting together fiercely.
Jiangling's sword qi is vertical and horizontal, stirring in all directions, and the palm strength of the young man with the crown is also terrifying, and the pitch-black palm power hits the air, implying the sound of ghosts and demons, which is terrifying.
The two fought fiercely for nearly a hundred moves, and it was still difficult to distinguish between them.
Suddenly, Jiang Ling clenched his hands into a fist, and the silver-white dragon shadow roared in his fist, wrapped in infinite sword qi, and pounced on the young man in the air!
"Bang!"
The young man with the crown was careless and was repulsed, and Jiang Ling turned around and landed in front of Xue Nianchu.
"You're amazing!"
The young man in the bundle of crowns roared, his face was full of anger, he glared at Jiang Ling angrily, and sneered: "But I act in the underworld, who dares to stop me?"
"Netherworld?"
Jiang Ling's pupils shrank, "Are you from the Netherworld Court?"