Jiang Chen sighed softly: "I said I was not free, why do you have to look for death?" ”

Shen Yueyang's smile became more and more sincere, and he said softly: "Brother Jiang, do you remember the first time we met in the Netherworld Forest?" At that time, there were also Miss Lin and Miss Su as companions, and the two of us complained to each other and learned skills, so happy. Now that we meet here unexpectedly, it is a great joy, but unfortunately, Miss Lin and Miss Su can't see this scene......"

Jiang Chen said: "You and I are fighting here, no matter who wins or loses, no one will witness it, isn't it very interesting?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Shen Yueyang changed her elegant appearance, and shouted with a wild laugh, "I just want to have a good idea!" ”

"Million Divine Soldiers" showed a hideous face from laughter!

Accompanied by bursts of laughter, thousands of dazzling lights with a life-threatening melody poured down towards Jiang Chen's foothold.

The streamer fell into the shadow, and the howling wind rushed in front of the people, so that people couldn't breathe.

Jiang Chen's figure was quickly engulfed, followed by the sharp sound of a sharp and passionate blade collision.

"Sonorous ......"

In just an instant, I don't know how many blades were swept away by Jiang Chen, but the gap that was blocked was replenished and repaired by more sword qi, and it fell rapidly in a dense manner.

The sword light flickered, reflecting each other, and the air swayed with the collision that was too intense, and the scene on that piece of land became distorted, and Jiang Chen's figure loomed in it, like a reflection in the water, uncertain and uncertain.

"Good guy, you're getting stronger!" Shen Yueyang's smile narrowed slightly, and his eyes were solemn.

He waved his hands wide, opening and closing widely, and more and more sword qi condensed from the void.

Tens of thousands of soldiers obeyed his orders, rushed to the battlefield in formation, circled around Jiang Chen, and invaded Jiang Chen from all directions without dead ends.

The "Space Warp" couldn't deal with such a dense attack, and even the white ghost with the "Time Still" could only retreat with this move, let alone Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's voice sounded from the center of the light and shadow explosion, and when it was covered by the strong wind, it had become very blurred when it reached Shen Yueyang's ears: "Do you just want to die like this......

Shen Yueyang's pupils instantly constricted.

In the following moment, Jiang Chen's aura disappeared from his senses, passed through the blockade of thousands of sword qi, and came to him in an instant.

'Three feet, not enough distance!' ’

Shen Yueyang shouted in his heart.

He has always kept his distance, in case of supernatural powers such as "spatial teleportation" and "time standing still". This kid wants to fight to the death, but Young Master Ben will never give him a chance!

At a distance of three feet, Jiang Chen handed out a sword, and there were slight ripples along the gap in the space.

Shen Yueyang's body was guarded by countless blades, without any defensive corners. At such a close distance, the attacker must bear even more terrifying pressure!

Three feet is the moat that separates life and death!

"Give me death—" The flame in Shen Yueyang's chest was completely ignited.

The sword light moved at will, and such a neat and uniform pace made all enemies fearful.

Jiang Chen sighed softly.

Shen Yueyang, who was surging in his heart, had an illusion, and with that sigh, the divine weapons he commanded seemed to be frozen in mid-air, standing still.

No, it's not a delusion!

Jiang Chen's image was clearly reflected in his pupils.

The thousands of blades surrounding him were all still in the scroll, but Jiang Chen was not among them, and was slowly swinging his sword.

Little by little, the dark brown halo came towards Shen Yueyang's heart.

Shen Yueyang was horrified to find that he couldn't move, couldn't dodge - it turned out that he was also in the painting scroll, becoming the person in the painting, frozen in the silence of time and space.

Why is this happening?

Is it going to be defeated again? Killed again?

Jiang Chen suddenly frowned and gave up the action of stabbing out the sword.

It's too slow!

Although he was able to move in the frozen space, it was at the cost of consuming a huge amount of divine yuan, and the whole person seemed to be in slow motion. Shen Yueyang's defense had no dead ends, and if Jiang Chen wanted to break through it strongly, Shen Yuan might not be enough.

If you cast the "Spatial Turbulence" in this position, you can kill the enemy, but it also means that the Divine Yuan is empty and weak for a long time.

It's not worth it to do this for the sake of fighting for a breath. The priority is to go to the West to save people!

For the time being, leave the life of a dog surnamed Shen!

The air starts flowing again.

Shen Yueyang found that he was able to control his body, and he immediately couldn't wait to let out an angry roar, and tens of thousands of sword lights instantly surged down, wanting to engulf Jiang Chen within a short distance.

He wants to bury the fear and anxiety of the right talent!

Before his body was pierced by the sharp mang, Jiang Chen blinked his eyes, as if he had transmitted a signal of unknown meaning.

Immediately, his figure disappeared from the spot, causing all the divine weapons to pounce.

"Shen Gongzi, keep your life, go and see your woman......" An ethereal voice came from afar, and Jiang Chen's breath was flying away.

Shen Yueyang, who was about to be pursued, stopped because of this sentence.

"My woman?"

Uneasiness welled up in his heart.

After a slight hesitation, Jiang Chen's aura had completely disappeared from his senses.

He looked back in the direction of Wufeng Town, where the sun shone, but the peaceful earth was covered with a faint haze, and black gas, death gas, and evil qi were entangled inside.

His complexion changed sharply, and he couldn't care about Jiang Chen, who was running away, his body shot fast, swept into the wind and sand, and rushed straight to Wufeng Town.

……

Wufeng Town, leaning on the green building.

On the gorgeous pavilion, the dancers danced, with long sleeves and long sleeves, accompanied by melodious music, a beautiful scene.

The white ghost leaned back on the Taishi's chair, holding a woman with one hand, holding the grapes offered by the maid in his mouth, and his eyes swept lazily from the hall.

A ghost shadow in a black tights walked in, leaned over and said, "Young master, they are here." ”

The white ghost waved his hand, and the dancers stepped back from both sides.

The ghost gestured out the door, and saw a strange group of people enter.

The swordsman in green clothes, a military general in fierce heavy armor, an old man with white hair and white beard and a cane, a woman in red with a baby in her arms, and a dwarf with a short stature and an innocent smile on her face...... These are all ruthless characters who are extremely difficult to mess with in the town, but now they stand respectfully at the bottom of the hall and bow down to the white ghost.

They lowered their heads, their eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, but they did not dare to show it in the slightest, because their lives were in the hands of this man. The tragic fate of a few hard-hearted knights is still in front of them, and no one wants to follow in their footsteps.

In the melee in the General's Mansion that day, the heroes present suddenly found that their bodies were out of control, and it turned out that what they ate in their stomachs at the banquet was actually the flesh buds of a certain monster. The granulation takes root and spreads in the body, and the anti-guest dominates, occupying the host's body. The heroes couldn't help themselves, so they could only surrender.

Subsequently, Luo Jian arrived with two thousand iron horsemen, and after a tragic battle, both sides were injured.

Luo Jian took care of the seriously injured Zhang Yuting and withdrew his troops from the town. And these surviving masters, although they picked up a life, were not much luckier than their companions who died under the iron hooves.

The white ghost confessed a few words to these people, and waved their hands to retreat.

When the seven masters buried their heads and walked out, they saw a beautiful pink figure coming from the door, smoking, and entering the hall.

Complicated expressions appeared on the faces of all the masters.

They all knew this beautiful girl, the leading star dream girl in Yicuilou, who had a little friendship, and maybe coveted her. No one expected that she had lived here for so many years, and it turned out to be a killer ambushed by Fengyulou.

But in today's situation, it's useless to say anything.

The eyes of the two people touched each other, and without any conversation, they hurriedly staggered by.