Zhao Wu's eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard Chen Ke say this.

"That's what you said! Wait a minute, don't regret it! ”

His drizzle sword technique, each sword will accumulate drizzle sword momentum, just the third sword, and the fourth sword will burst out with three times the sword qi damage.

'Since you are so arrogant, I will send you to the underworld!' ’

Zhao Wu's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

And Chen Ke just smiled contemptuously.

"I said to let you make three moves, neither more nor less, come on!"

As he spoke, he crossed his arms into a cross and assumed a defensive posture.

"Good!"

Zhao Wu screamed, and a thin sword flashed from Lingtai, and then he caught it.

The Spirit Bee Technique is light and agile, the movements are extremely fast, the drizzle sword technique, the sword momentum is dense, and stabbing out the three swords is just a blink of an eye for him.

He quickly approached Chen Ke's body, and since Chen Ke had already protected his vital points, the attack parts he chose were Chen Ke's lower limbs and abdomen.

Three swords stabbed out, and large strands of blood shot out of Chen Ke's legs and abdomen.

"Good! Enough! ”

Chen Ke said loudly.

He shrunk back, his right arm was at his waist, his fist was clenched, his muscles tightened, and the scorching aura dispersed, and waves of heat erupted from his body, and large streams of blood splattered out of the wound again, and before he could hit the ground, the scorching qi turned into a blood mist and dissipated.

"Now it's my turn!"

After Chen Ke gathered momentum, accompanied by a scorching wave of air, he punched out.

Zhao Wu's hair was blown away by the fist wind, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the fourth sword was also stabbed out at the same time, and the sword qi with triple damage with the special effect of piercing, it looked no different from the previous three swords.

But it was like a lurking poisonous snake, suddenly revealing its poisonous fangs, and the sword qi penetrated the heat wave, and then it was on Chen Ke's fist wearing gloves.

'Whew! ’

The gloves were pierced with a hole, and then the rapier bent, and the force that could not be resisted struck.

"What?!"

Zhao Wu's eyes changed, and the wrist holding the sword felt a huge force, and before he could react, the thin sword broke into several sections, and Chen Ke's fist continued to bombard Zhao Wu's chest with an unstoppable momentum.

'Bang! ’

Zhao Wu's chest was hit by Chen Ke's punch, and his chest cavity exploded, and a large amount of blood, accompanied by broken bones, and fragments of internal organs sprayed on the ground behind Zhao Wu.

"How...... Probably ......"

Zhao Wu clenched his teeth, blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of despair.

"You also have the ability to accumulate damage, right? But alas, your sword is too weak to stop my shattering fist intent! ”

Chen Ke closed his fist and said proudly.

Zhao Wu couldn't hear his words anymore, the pupils of his eyes dilated, and he lost his life and fell to the ground.

Both of them shot extremely quickly, and unlike the previous bloody fight, the two were able to separate the winners and losers in a short period of time.

So much so that the crowd watching the battle did not react for a while.

"My son!"

When the sad cry of the head of the Zhao family came, everyone came back to their senses!

The Chen family members erupted in cheers, and even the other family monks who were watching the battle gasped.

"The descendants of the Chen family are full of talents!"

Ming Shanshun took a sip of tea and said with emotion.

If it weren't for the accident of the head of the Chen family, and giving the Chen family a few decades of development time, maybe the Chen family's strength ranking in Cold Wind City would have risen, but it was a pity......

"Not bad!"

When Chen Ke returned to the Chen family's camp, Chen Jiangxue said to him with a smile.

Chen Ke's face also showed joy, and when he received a word of praise from the ancestor, a sense of pride rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you Ancestor for the compliment!"

Chen Ke said boldly with his fists clenched.

"Well, let's go back and rest!"

"Yes!"

As soon as Chen Ke sat back in the Chen family's camp, he was surrounded by the monks of the Chen family's Chen Piaoyu lineage and praised him.

Seeing a smile on Chen Ke's fierce face, Chen Chao also smiled.

The strength of the younger generation of the family is not weak, and these people will be the confidence of the family's rise in the future.

"The seventh bloody fight begins!"

The referee soon announced the start of the seventh fight.

"I'm coming!"

The head of the Chen family had tears in his eyes, he glanced at the Yinshan Ancestor hidden in the Zhao family's camp, and the hatred in his eyes flashed.

Then he stepped into the bloody ring.

"Can the Chen family dare to fight?"

The head of the Zhao family is the only Jindan monk of the Zhao family, and he is already a mid-Jindan cultivator, Chen Yuanlong fought against Luo Huai before, although he won, but he himself was injured, and the Chen family's shortcomings in high-end combat power began to appear.

"Alas! I'll do it! ”

Chen Yuanqing sighed, his current identity is the head of the Chen family, but the Chen family is a big family, and doing so is actually a very cheap thing in the eyes of some big families in Cold Wind City.

But there is no way, you can't let the ancestor go up, although the ancestor's cultivation is high, but after all, it is almost the limit of cultivation, Chen Yuanqing, including the Chen family, knows in their hearts that the upper limit of Yuan Ying Shouyuan is about 1000 years at most.

Now that the ancestor has returned to the family, he should have been taking care of himself, but he still has to support the family, and the clansmen of the Chen family are guilty of Jiang Xue's ancestor.

Chen Yuanqing got into the ring slowly, and the heads of the two families stood opposite each other.

The head of the Zhao family was named Zhao Fengcheng, he looked at Chen Yuanqing with complicated eyes, and then said, "I envy you. ”

When Chen Yuanqing heard Zhao Fengcheng say this, he didn't rush to make a move, and asked, "What do you envy?" ”

Zhao Fengcheng looked at him and replied: "I envy your big family background, you don't have the troubles of a small family, you don't have to worry about your family being expelled from the city one day, and you don't have to worry about the family being cut off one day." ”

"Hehe......"

When Chen Yuanqing heard this, he smiled, and couldn't help but think of the Wang family in the Northern Night Wind Thunder City.

"The big family is not as easy as you think......"

"Forget it!" Zhao Fengcheng smiled self-deprecatingly, "Although my son died at the hands of your clan, I actually don't hate you, but I have to take action, because I am the head of the Zhao family, and I am responsible for the family." ”

Chen Yuanqing nodded.

"I understand, in fact, we are all the same."

Zhao Fengcheng looked at Chen Yuanqing, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Offended ......"

"Please!"

Chen Yuanqing flashed a Buddha dust magic weapon in the spiritual platform, shook it, and posed a sword posture with Buddha dust.

"Drizzle swordsmanship, rain falling on the street!"

Zhao Fengcheng is also a thin sword, but his sword is faster than the previous Zhao Wu.

The fine sword light, like rain, attacked Chen Yuanqing without any gaps, and there were more than a dozen sword qi in the sword rain that were more powerful than ordinary sword qi.

This is a special effect produced by the drizzle sword technique comprehended to the extreme, and Zhao Fengcheng, who cultivated in the Jindan period, has stabbed out hundreds of sword qi in a short period of time, and has reached the level of change from quantitative to qualitative change.

The sword qi was like rain, and when it came to Chen Yuanqing's body, it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, and Chen Yuanqing's Buddha dust waved hundreds of sword qi that emitted coldness.

With sword qi against sword qi and sword light exchanges, Zhao Fengcheng's sword intent and body technique were urged to the extreme, and the thin sword turned into countless phantoms in his hands, and a large amount of sword qi fell like a torrential rain.

Chen Yuanqing's Buddha dust shook, and the cold ice sword intent was like a heavy wall, no matter the rain and wind, it did not move, and around him, the ground of the blood fighting ring was full of fine holes.

With the passage of time, Chen Yuanqing's defense is still tight, the aura in his body is still majestic, and his momentum is as calm as the sea, on the other hand, Zhao Fengcheng's forehead is full of sweat, his mouth is panting, and the breath on his body is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and it has reached the point of weakness.

Zhao Fengcheng looked at Chen Yuanqing's state and knew that if he continued to consume it, his best ending would be to lose by exhaustion.

If the head of the Chen family can be severely damaged, I believe that the ancestor of Yinshan will no longer embarrass the rest of the clansmen......

Zhao Fengcheng thought about it and agitated the remaining spiritual power in his body.

"Drizzle swordsmanship, wind and rain!"

Chen Yuanqing felt a sad emotion welling up in his heart, and his hand couldn't help but slow, and there were two more sword marks on his body.

Chen Yuanqing's old-fashioned face was a little more moved.

"Affectionate with the sword! Zhao Fengcheng, as a monk from a small family, you can reach this level, which is enough to be proud......"