More than a dozen people died in an instant, and even the two leaders of the Purple Mansion were robbed of their lives in an instant, and an indescribable fear quickly spread among the crowd, like a thousand-legged centipede, crawling up along its back and running straight to the scalp, to the point where it was uncontrollable.

Seeing this situation, Jian Chen shook his head with a crooked mouth, stepped out, and the boulder under his feet was stepped out of the deep pit, and the whole person flew out like an arrow from the string.

One person has to deal with the remaining twenty or so people with his bare hands, although the speed is not as terrifying as Yan Hou, but it is also not slow.

In normal times, they would have felt that the person in front of them was looking for death, but at this time, they did not feel this way at all.

But when I think of Fang Cai, Yan Hou, who is about the same age as him, and the kind of strength he exerted, I can't help but feel a tingle in my scalp, maybe the masters are all from behind, and the one in front of him is even more powerful than the previous one?

Roar!

A tiger roar sounded, and the wind stirred in the mountains and forests.

The people who came to pursue Chen Jian and Yan Hou were all difficult to ride the tiger, seeing Chen Jian flying away, but after all, he only had the cultivation of the seven grades of the open pulse.

It is still difficult to let all the people be restrained, and immediately someone broke free from the previous fear, let go, held a chopping knife, and jumped towards Chen Jian with a loud shout, the blade buzzed, the shadow of the knife was like lightning, and the spiritual power of the whole body burst out, and the edge was incomparable.

This is a powerhouse of the Nine Rank Vientiane Realm of the Open Pulse Realm!

His move also drove the people around him, and at the same time, a shot, a sword, and a hammer rushed towards Chen Jian from different directions, his moves were tricky and ruthless, and the timing was extremely accurate.

Chen Jian's eyes flashed with coldness, and the tiger claw in his hand reached out, and a dark golden spiritual power instantly spread out from the whole person's body, condensing into a giant tiger with complex patterns all over his body.

Chen Jian, who was shrouded in it, the dragon tattoo on his body flickered for a moment, lurking on the dragon head at his neck, and the dragon's eye bloomed with a bloodthirsty red light.

Like a star blooming in the dark night.

The sword-wielder who rushed towards him, in that beast roar, his mind went blank, his pupils contracted, and Jian Chen's tiger claws were wrapped in dark golden spiritual power, as hard as steel, and instantly attached to the slashing knife in the hand of the first comer, and shook violently.

Bang!

The terrifying power shook like a mountain and a sea, and the other party was shocked out with knives, screaming, and smashed into the gloomy bushes, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

In the face of several enemies immediately behind, the center of gravity pressed down, and the body flipped like a storm whirlpool, spun to the ground, and then jumped up violently.

Bathed in the night light, Jian Chen seemed to have a moment when he felt that he had regained the feeling of being behind the bronze giant gate and fighting the demons alone.

The fighting spirit is galloping like a fierce horse.

"Thunder Palm!"

Chen Jian silently said, and an arc of electricity visible to the naked eye burst out from around him, and when he jumped up again, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and he was already a blazing tiger claw in one hand and thunder in the other.

Thunder and lightning tumbled, making a roaring sound.

Bang.

The tiger roared, and the fist shook all directions, and the opponent's spear bent down instantly, producing inelastic deformation, and even the people with the guns were bombarded by the ferocious impact force and their bodies screamed and retreated like cooked shrimp.

The thunder and lightning roared, the palm prints bloomed overwhelmingly, and the other sword and hammer were instantly paralyzed by the arc, so that the two cultivators suddenly revealed their flaws, taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Jiandao's method changed again, and his hands were pushed away horizontally, causing Zhou Kong's spiritual energy to stir.

Only two muffled sounds were heard, and the door of the hammer-wielding cultivator's chest opened, and the palm print pierced through the chamber, and there was a faint sound of broken bones, and he fell down with a bang.

The sword-wielding cultivator behind him was about to dodge, trying to escape the attack that was beyond his knowledge, but his cheeks turned pale with fright, and his soul was so angry that his hands and feet no longer obeyed the call.

In just a few breaths, the four people who came to fight were all defeated by one move.

And at this time, Jian Chen didn't have any injuries on his body, and it was an exaggeration to say that the people who wanted to kill him didn't even have time to see his handsome appearance clearly.

It looks like he didn't do his best at all, and he only used his fists and feet in the battle, so if he took out his weapon, would the attack power still be advanced?

On the other hand, on the opponent's side, they shot clearly two Vientiane Realm and two Qianjun Realm, a monk of this realm, when facing an opponent of the Seven Grades and Hundred Refining Realm of the Open Pulse, actually ended up like this when they faced each other head-on?

After Chen Jian defeated four people in a row, he fell to the ground steadily, and the night wind blew, bringing up his robe hunting, and at this time, even he began to doubt himself.

This is the first time he has shown his strength since he came out of that strange space, and it feels very intuitive, but everything he feels in that space is realized in reality.

Even the meridians on his body, when he was running his spiritual power, he could clearly feel that it was much smoother, whether it was from the storage ability of spiritual power in the meridians, or in the speed of invoking spiritual power, there was a qualitative leap.

In particular, there was a faint fiery feeling on his neck, as if to make him have a fighting spirit that looked down on the world, maybe this was domineering.

"Quick, send a signal, call reinforcements over, let's act together to limit his retreat."

A loud roar came from nowhere, and all the monks present who were stunned, timid, and confused set out in unison, and no one dared to have the idea of luck and underestimation of the enemy, and surrounded Chen Jiantuan.

For a while, Chen Jian seemed to be in the scene of being besieged by monsters again, and the sound of fighting in the forest was endless, as if it had turned into a Shura battlefield.

The grass and trees are overturned, the sand and rocks are flying, and the boulders are cracking, as if they are going to bombard everything in this forest into powder.

War!

Chen Jian held a fist in his left hand and pinched his palm in his right hand to fight, his figure was as vigorous as a flying monkey, the tiger roared and the dragon roared in all directions, and the dark gold and snow-white aura shot out like a fire rainbow, with terrifying destructive power.

This moment.

The smell of blood and fire, as if it had magical power, also seemed to awaken his instincts, opening up a desire that Jian Chen had never had in his heart.

The comprehension of the wind attribute made him a cat demon who was more sturdy than the sturdy cat demon in the siege of everyone, and it was difficult for anyone to bring fatal damage to his body.

The screams of the enemy when they fell were like passionate music, making the dragon tattoo on Jian Chen's body even more hot, and his fighting spirit was like a dragon, and he became more and more powerful.

I don't know when it began, under the siege of more than 20 enemies with the lowest cultivation level and the seventh grade of the open pulse, he has completely forgotten himself, immersed in the battle, forgetting this heaven and earth, and forgetting all the flies and dogs in the world!

In his world, it seems that only battle remains!

The stirring sensation brought by the collision of spiritual power made his blood boil even more than that of a woman who had stripped naked, as if every cell in his body was like this.

Boom!

A swooping monk, after facing Jian Chen's clever dodge, suddenly punched, was beaten to the point of spitting white water, and plummeted and flew out.

Rumble!

Another monk gritted his teeth and swore to leave a scar on Jian Chen's body, and he raised his halberd and slammed it on the latter's shoulder.

A clear sound of flesh tearing could be heard, and blood splattered and flew away.

But at the same time, Jian Chen's powerful thunder palm was already attached to the opponent's chest, only to hear a muffled sound, the chest bone shattered, and a pit appeared like a collapse.

The whole person's back looks like his spine is already misaligned, and he almost accidentally knocked the opponent through with one palm.

This is a battle that is both superior and life-and-death, completely different from his previous martial arts competition, Chen Jian also has no experience, and can only rely on strong martial arts skills to persevere.

After all, it is inevitable that there will be some scars on the body, which is like the glory of a man's iron blood.

As the enemies fell one by one, the number of people in the forest who wanted to watch from the wall became smaller and smaller, but the number of timid people increased.

In their eyes, Jian Chen had completely transformed into a demon.