Chapter 367 The Prison Tablet Pressed Qingfeng

After the sword was knocked flying. Jian Chen's hands were clenched into palms. Clamp the silver-white spear in it. The force pushed him backwards and on. The muscles on both arms burst out. The girls on both sides of the watch were in their hearts.

"Block it for me."

A low roar in my heart. Slam your right foot on the ground. A force came from Jian Chen's feet. Grip the spear tightly in your palm. The strength of the whole body burst out at this moment.

"I can't help myself."

Jing Hao smiled contemptuously. Turn your right hand. One more point for the spear. Straight to Jian Chen's chest. Seeing that the bloody scene is about to appear. Quite a few viewers turned their heads away. I can't bear to look at it directly.

A spear in. Pierced directly in the chest of Jian Chen. Just when everyone thought that Jian Chen's chest was going to be poked out of a hole like a balloon. The spear can't even score a single inch in an inch. Seems to have encountered something hard and stuck.

"Huh."

Jian Chen didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest. Kicked sharply to open the distance between him and Jing Hao. Everyone looked at Jian Chen's chest in disbelief. Although some flesh and blood are blurred. But it didn't hurt anything.

"This guy's ** is so terrifying. I was able to block the blow just now."

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but gasp. Such a ** strength is rare among martial artists, even great martial artists. It's hard to imagine that a white and handsome teenager actually has a body comparable to that of a monster.

Jian Chen glanced down at the injury on his chest and couldn't help but smile helplessly. It's a bit self-confident that I've advanced all the way. If only you had been more careful. Nor will it be like this.

That smile made everyone's hearts panic. A trace of blood flowed from the corners of the mouth. Plus that hole in the chest. Everyone could clearly feel that the powerful aura on Jian Chen's body was constantly passing.

Jing Hao gasped. glanced at Jian Chen. The smell of the great river going to the east made him happy." How. It's time for the secret arts. After all, it's not your own power. That's it."

"What was this just now?" Jian Chen raised his head. The pale face is lined with a stubbornness. The sword that had been knocked down was back in his hand. The whole person is almost leaning on a long sword.

"Formation Spirit Weapon. This means that you are a martial spirit powerhouse, and you will be suppressed to a certain extent. You weren't wronged in losing at my hands." Jing Hao's face was proud. It's like she's showing off something.

"Formation Spirit Weapon." Hear these four words. There was a commotion in the training ground. Although most people have never seen a formation spirit weapon. But this did not hinder the prestige of the formation spirit weapon. The two kings of the spiritual weapon. Qiankun device. It is a well-deserved supreme in the spiritual weapon. Further down is this formation artifact. Lay out a formation. Take the initiative to make the venue work for you. This kind of baby Mo said to be a cadet. Most mentors don't necessarily have one. It is Jing Hao's most inferior formation spirit weapon price, which is not below the Xuan-level advanced martial arts at all. The degree of preciousness can be seen in general.

"It also makes you lose plainly. Then give me defeat." Jing Hao's expression was awe-inspiring. The spear, already reddened, strikes again. Jing Hao's body moved. A figure burst out. The guns are roaring. The cold light on the tip of the gun is frequent. Piercing the vital parts of this sword dust mercilessly.

"Elder. Brother Jianchen is no longer good. You tell him to stop." Wan'er shook Gu Feng's right hand with a pleading expression. I saw Jian Chen's chest that was still bleeding. Her heart ached.

"Rest assured. I'll do it if I have to." Elder Gu sighed and said. The formation spirit weapon that Jing Hao had in hand was beyond his expectations. There are so many variables. His original confidence in Jian Chen's heart also began to dissipate.

"Clear. Now it's fun. See how the old head ends. The spiritual weapon in Jing Hao's hand made me feel a little excited. It seems that these students have a lot of luck during a vacation." Bai Mei glanced at Jian Chen's head with some envy, and Chongqing Peak, which was pressing him deadly.

"This thing is really troublesome." Jian Chen, who was about to leave, felt that the phantom mountain above his head was like a real green peak pressing on his shoulders, making him become bound by the slippery nature of a loach. The vitality gathered by the anti-heaven formula also began to recede like a tide. After a long time, the decline will be really irreversible.

Looking at Jing Hao's fierce offensive. The sword dust is blue on his feet. The figure shook. Suddenly disappeared from the place where he had just stood. Leave a vague afterimage.

Jian Chen's sudden speed seemed to be recovering, causing Jing Hao's face to change slightly. But staring at it. You can still catch the figure of sword dust. That's what relieved him. Scratch the surface. A turn of the spear. A sharp cracking sound came from the tip of the gun. Ringing in Jian Chen's ears.

The silver spear and the sword are about to come into contact. Sword dust changed the trajectory of the long sword almost instantly. Avoid the silver spear. Slashed towards Jing Hao. And their own protection is completely abandoned. It can be described as an attack that exchanges injuries for injuries.

Jian Chen's sudden change of attack was beyond Jing Hao's expectations. Originally, he wanted to defeat the enemy with one blow, but suddenly found that if he didn't give up the attack, although he could win, he would inevitably let Jian Chen poke a hole in his body.

If you fight with a freshman, you will be branded with such obvious injuries. I'm afraid he'll be the laughing stock of the academy the next day. Gritted his teeth unwillingly. As soon as the silver gun was closed, he gave up the good situation in front of him.

"Bell."

The crisp sound of the long sword hitting the gun rang in everyone's ears. In the training ground. The crowd watching the battle was also impressed by the ruthlessness of Jian Chen.

"Good boy. Be ruthless to your enemies and even more ruthless to yourself. If Jing Hao didn't stop just now. Of course he himself will be hurt. But I'm afraid the freshman will be even worse at the meeting."

"You're stupid. Jing Hao will let the freshman seriously injure himself. He's not afraid of being laughed at."

"If it were you, would you dare to gamble with your life like this."

As soon as this remark came out. The audience was silent. No one dared to answer a single word. No one wants to spend months in bed for a fight. Although this contest is very rewarding.

"Snort."

The sword dust is constantly pouring cold wind between the teeth. Only then did the burning pain in his chest be suppressed. Look up at the blue peak phantom." This thing has to be removed. Otherwise, one trades off. How can you not be defeated?"

It's a shame that everyone can't hear Jian Chen's words. Otherwise, you have to be scared to death by the sword dust. At this time, I still think about victory.

"You have a formation artifact. Just because I can't suppress you. I almost forgot what the Stone King left behind."

Thoughts flashed through my mind. Jian Chen didn't hesitate at all. A strange handprint knots on the chest. In an instant, a black phantom appeared little by little. Then gradually solidify. Looking at the phantom is like a corner of a stone tablet.

As the stele slowly emerged. A wave of coercion rose to the sky. Intersect with the coercion formed by the shadow of the green hills.

The corners of Jing Hao's mouth showed a sneer. Although I don't know what the hell Jian Chen is doing. But if you want to break through this formation, the spirit weapon is definitely not something that a kid in the realm of a martial artist can do. As for relying on spiritual weapons. That's got to be the kid.

Jian Chen didn't care about Jing Hao's expression at all. The hands on the chest are gradually opened. The whole stele slowly revealed. A low roar sounded in my heart: "Prison Monument. Repression."