"Bang bang bang!"

Jian Chen made a move, wrapped in a dark golden divine light around his body, and the Dao patterns all over his entire body also began to flicker with his spiritual power, only to see that where he passed, the Purple Mansion Realm that came to attack him, and the people of Xingyun Gate were all pushed by him strongly.

For a while, in the face of more than a dozen cultivators of the fifth or sixth grade of the Purple Mansion, there was a situation where no one could stop the footsteps of Chen Jian, who was as powerful as a tiger.

"Brother Jian has really had a perversion."

Even Yan Hou, who was promoted to the third grade of the Purple Mansion at this time, couldn't help but scold with sour and joy in his heart after seeing this scene.

Immediately rushed into the crowd of enemies who came to attack, and the opponents flew sideways everywhere he passed, but his shot was not like Chen Jian's, with a fighting method of one force to ten meetings, overturning the enemy, he pursued the powerful advantages brought by the strange body method, and unknowingly snatched the enemy's life.

The two of them started at the same time, and even Fan Xuan, who was caught in the middle area, felt embarrassed, thinking that with his Fan Xuanqing Xuanqing Xuan's strength at the beginning of the Xuan Realm, he actually fought, and his deterrent power was even weaker than that of the two rising stars of the Purple Mansion Realm, which was how he could endure it.

"Kill!"

So, after he roared, he also burst out of his most powerful strength, and suddenly rushed into the local army with the Purple Mansion Realm as the main force, and began a bloody massacre.

At this time, no one cares about morality and human nature, only knows that the never-ending war is really for these small and poor individuals, struggle, is their most authentic way to resist fate and survive.

The offensive launched by the three of them at the same time declared in a wordless way that they would try to see who would solve more opponents, but for a while, the monks of the Red Dust Gang who had not yet broken through to the Qingxuan Realm had no one to fight, so they could only scold their mothers.

"Hugh is rampant!"

A monk of the sixth rank of the Purple Mansion saw the strange realm on his body from behind, so that he couldn't see at all what level of Chen Jian was coming from, carrying the machete in his hand, and swooped up.

Chen Jian held the thunder and lightning spiritual power of the thunder palm in one hand, and the spiritual power of the tiger power in the other, he had cultivated these two martial arts to a complete level in the experience of this time, and pushed the opponent in front of him horizontally, and suddenly turned around, and the two hands were one.

"Thunder Tiger Potential!"

Just listening to his soft drink, the two incomparably violent spiritual powers were actually raw and fused, fused together, and around him, a giant thunder and lightning tiger phantom was condensed, and the speed of the attack was extremely fast.

"Bang!"

Before the steel knife in his hand could be cut down, he was shocked by the momentum that erupted from the opponent's body, and the opponent who had not had time to react flew out with a punch.

Chen Jian returned to a rare open place in the battlefield where everyone was fighting, and shook his hand to shoot a thunderbolt spiritual power to the ground, sending sand and gravel flying together.

At this time, he seemed to feel a kind of invincible momentum in the same realm, and the grievances he had endured along the way into the chaotic land seemed to have been vented at this moment.

The feeling of excitement that permeated his whole body made his whole body in an extremely excited state, as if all the elements in his blood that belonged to the battle had awakened.

"Lao Tzu is the king of the Purple Mansion!"

After Jian Chen roared excitedly, he then rushed forward, smashing the armor of the two people wearing armor into tears with a punch, and his body sank into a deep pit and flew upside down.

"You're all dealing with other people, this kid is up to me!"

A middle-aged man who had just shot out a Purple Mansion six-grade monk in the Snow Wolf Valley with one claw through his heart, stretched out a strange tongue that was longer than ordinary people, and added the blood on his fingertips, which still had warmth, and blocked it in front of Jian Chen.

His gaze had an eerie feeling, making people feel like they were looking at a poisonous snake when they looked at each other, shuddering, and his expression was full of sarcasm and play, as if he had regarded Jian Chen as the next target to play with.

The figure didn't have any delay, and without saying a word, it swept directly towards the location where Jian Chen was, and the paw prints with red blood were directly buckled towards Jian Chen.

Although the Red Dust Gang and the Snow Wolf Valley have been united, after all, they are only remnants, they are already at a great disadvantage in numbers, and now the monks of the Qingxuan Realm have been besieged by other Qingxuan Realm monks, and no one can help him at all.

Seeing this fierce original opponent, Jian Chen's face finally became a little dignified, after all, the other party was a solid Qingxuan Realm, and as the king of the Purple Mansion who had just become famous for less than a quarter of an hour, there was also a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Grandma, even if you are the king of heaven today, grandpa will take off your pants!"

The emotions have reached this level, and every cell in his body seems to be in a state of excitement, Chen Jian suddenly felt that his status as the most handsome buddy in this area was unshakable.

His mind was racing rapidly, knowing that ordinary martial arts, especially the first-grade martial arts that he had mastered perfectly, were difficult for him to play a role in fighting against the Qingxuan Realm, so it was time to try the martial arts inherited from that terrifying giant ape!

In an instant, the seal in his hand condensed extremely fast at an astonishing speed that was indecipherable to ordinary people, and his whole body seemed to have endless mysterious secret patterns rushing out, and the cyan robe around him hunted without wind.

The place where he was was centered was on one side, and when he condensed this fist mark, it cracked out of the Dao Crack, and with a domineering and incomparable aura, it swept away.

Just as the middle-aged man's red paw prints appeared in front of Jian Chen, and he was about to take his heart directly, Jian Chen suddenly couldn't suppress it, and let out an angry roar, like a dragon roaring......

"Roar!"

In an instant, the dark golden secret pattern divine light that rose to the sky instantly retracted back to Jian Chen's body, only to see the ground under his feet suddenly shatter, and he raised his hand and punched, with a domineering aura of spiritual power, turning into an invincible fist mark.

The fist seal disc just crossed the space with the rolling secret pattern, and then it touched the blood-colored paw print of the middle-aged man in the Qingxuan Realm, and then bombarded it fiercely.

"Mountain Shaking Divine Fist!"

In the impact of such a fierce blow, the fist mark that exuded a divine glow also seemed to emit a sound, which was exactly the same roar as the roar that Jian Chen had just roared.

As a result, there was no thunderous sound as everyone imagined, but at that moment, a terrifying ripple of violent spiritual power erupted, like a stormy wave, and suddenly swept away.

And the middle-aged man who was in the center of the storm, with a gloomy look on his face, although the paw prints and the spiritual power on his body were a little stronger, the fist marks that Jian Chen blasted out did not retreat at all, until the two violent spiritual powers exploded in an instant, sending the two of them flying.

It seems to be defending the dignity of martial arts itself with actions, and it is also expressing on the side that Lao Tzu did not lose, but he lost by using Lao Tzu's straw bale.

Everything happened extremely quickly, just like when the ripples of violent spiritual power swept by the storm dissipated, the middle-aged man in the Qingxuan Realm flew out three or four feet away.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

The middle-aged man with gloomy eyes changed the gloom on his face, revealing a look of shock, a monk of the Purple Mansion Realm, the specific level is not clear, but he is so damn that he can directly resist his Qingxuan Realm's attack methods?

If he hadn't been killed today, wouldn't Lao Tzu have to walk with this old face on the ground in the future?