The scroll detached from her palm, and Xue Tumi recovered from the illusion that the world was spinning, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Chen about to pick up the scroll, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't look at it!" ”

When she opened her mouth this time, she didn't know what she was thinking, but she subconsciously didn't want to see Jiang Chen fall so simply in front of her eyes.

But it was too late for her to speak, Jiang Chen held the ends of the scroll with both hands, and finally saw the content clearly - this was a picture of hell painted on it!

The evil ghosts with green faces and fangs, the miserable prisoners, the skin and bones are peeled apart, the intestines are pulled out and the hearts are dug out, the oil pot, the iron tree, the scissors, the cattle, the iceberg and the sea of fire...... Scenes of horrific torture come into view.

All evils, boundless resentments, and eternal calamity and misery all penetrate the paper and go straight to the yang world.

Jiang Chen glanced at it twice, and suddenly felt a chill penetrate Yin Tang, burrowing into his head, stabbing his eyes with severe pain, and he was almost about to burst into tears.

"Smack."

His hands shook, and the scroll fell to the ground.

On the watchtower, the yellow-robed man slapped hard, and the railing broke in response.

"That's it!" He laughed out loud and turned around to search for Xu Shaohong's figure, "Xu Shaoxia, come and see!" Young man? Xu—"

Xu Shaohong has long since disappeared.

Xue Tumi held Jiang Chen's body and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

When she saw Jiang Chen's face, it was miserable and terrifying.

Jiang Chen covered her eyes with one hand, and pushed her away with the other.

Yin Tang felt as if he had been pierced by a sharp weapon, and the pain was unbearable, and even the three souls and seven spirits were trembling.

He gritted his teeth and took all the pain.

After a while, his body regained consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, and after a long while, he gradually became clear.

He looked down at the half-folded scroll on the ground and muttered, "Hell? Hell? The mongrels of the Futu Sect will only use this kind of bluffing tricks! ”

His heart was full of anger, he leaned over to pick up the scroll, and with a hard tug of both hands, the beautifully made yellow silk broke in two with a clatter.

Xue Tumi's eyelids jumped.

In the legend, shouldn't this painting be invulnerable to fire and water, difficult to be injured by swords, and impossible to destroy? How can you be ...... by this guy at once?

"Ugh! Yikes! ”

Jiang Chen's hands tore again and again, and the valuable picture scroll quickly became pieces of rags, scattered in all directions, falling all over the ground, and the kind of soul-sewitching magic contained in it was also completely damaged.

Jiang Chen threw the scraps in his hand into the sky, looked at the flying strips of cloth, and laughed wildly.

"Bald asses! Is the donkey skill exhausted? Just this little ability, shame on people! Don't come out obediently and die! ”

The sound waves were like waves, swept away by the wind along the way, and the sand and dust flew everywhere they passed, the tables and chairs flew away, the door panels trembled, the air was steaming, everything was slaughtered, and the sound of broken tiles came from the houses on both sides.

Xue Dimi only heard the sound of thunder in her ears, which shocked her and couldn't help but take more than ten steps back.

The man in front of him who looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, exuding an unbridled and fierce aura, was like the gentle young man of the past few days - I'm afraid this is his true face!

The sound of laughter echoed in the city, stretching for more than ten miles, rolling endlessly.

The big and small masters in the city, both in the open and in the dark, were shocked by each other, and they shrank under this unbridled majesty.

After a moment, Jiang Chen closed his voice and strode forward.

On the watchtower, the yellow-robed man's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, and he pinched the railing wood and said to himself: "How can this be? Why isn't he dead yet? Could it be that the legend is fake? No...... I tried it two days ago, and the prisoners who saw that painting were all dead......"

Looking at the white-clothed young man who was pacing calmly below, the yellow-robed man's pupils gradually narrowed.

At this moment, from such a height, the figure was so small that it was indistinct, but the aura it exuded was like an abyss beast, enough to rival the entire city!

Five hundred black-armored cavalry and three hundred crossbowmen, I don't know if I can stop the man's footsteps......

There was a deathly silence in the city.

At this moment, I can't even hear the sound of chickens and dogs barking.

Jiang Chen made a small turn, walked on the ancient road paved with sand and stone, and saw the snowy light of the blade in front of him reflecting the sunlight from a distance.

There were at least hundreds of soldiers there, and it would be a tough battle if they were to charge head-on.

But it didn't matter, Jiang Chen had many ways to avoid unnecessary conflicts with these soldiers.

The most direct way, of course, is to kill their leader. The dragons have no leader, and they will collapse without a fight!

It only takes a sword, and it's not much more difficult than walking a few steps.

Xue Tumi followed Jiang Chen silently, deliberately falling a distance of five or six zhang. The fear in her eyes grew as she looked at the back in front of her.

Not only the fear of force, but also the fear of the man himself. She thought she had figured out the minds of men in the world, but now she realized that the temperament of this young man in white was not as elusive as she imagined.

Footsteps approaching ahead.

One man came alone.

Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, and looked at the strange swordsman in front of him.

This person was dressed in a green shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his gaze was colder than the moonlight, and his weather-beaten face was full of hatred.

He was only one man.

The city is full of martial artists, and only this person dares to block Jiang Chen's way.

Xue Tumi said in a low voice: "He is the 'Fulong Swordsman' Sun Feiyan, the head of the 'Four Swords' of the Dunes, good at drawing swords, and often divides life and death with people. ”

The rhythm of Jiang Chen's steps remained unchanged, and he moved forward without hurry.

The green-shirted swordsman's hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and when Jiang Chen was still ten steps away from him, his muscles and flesh tensed, his eyes had an inexplicable look, and the accumulated sword intent was waiting for a moment to vent.

'Sixth-order "blood-moving" physique. When you swing that sword, you may be able to reach the seventh order. ’

Jiang Chen commented in his heart. He could see that this middle-aged swordsman's cultivation was originally only in the "Middle Three Realms", but under the oppression of his powerful aura, this person did not retreat but advanced, reaching a higher realm.

'The more frustrated the more courageous the type, it's a pity to die here......

Jiang Chen admires such a martial artist, but unfortunately, his subordinates are not allowed to show mercy today, and all those who stand in the way must be crushed into powder!

Seven steps, six steps.

Without any conversation, Jiang Chen's hand pressed on the hilt of the "Shadow Slashing" sword, ready to unleash a thunderous blow.

The whole person of the green-shirted swordsman was surrounded by gloomy coercion, and seeing that the other party was about to enter his attack range, the hand pressing on the hilt of the sword suddenly exerted force.

He knew that his ethereal state would not last long, so he decided to bet on the victory and defeat at the moment when he drew his sword, and the next moment when the other party approached!

Five steps.

The green-shirted swordsman struck first.

At this time, a white shadow flashed on the side of the vision.

"Slow—" someone shouted.

Ready to fly, it can't be slow.

The scabbard was filled with cold frost, and the high momentum suddenly exploded to the peak, and the green shirt swordsman's pupils burst out with a cold divine light, sinking his shoulders, turning his wrists, drawing his sword, and the cold light flashed and disappeared-

At the same time, the white shadow on the side accelerated, beyond the limit of the blue-shirted swordsman's eyesight, and suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Choke!"

Qing Yue's sword groan was interrupted abruptly halfway through.

The wonderful frost that was about to bloom was pressed back into the scabbard by a hand.

The next moment, the uninvited guest had withdrawn a few steps away, as if the terrifying scene that had stopped the swordsman's heart just now was just an illusion.

The green-shirted swordsman froze in place, like a falling demon barrier.

He risked his life with a sword blow, but he was disintegrated empty-handed!

Pride, boldness, and momentum fell to the trough in an instant.

"Brother Sun, I'm sorry." The woman in white arched her hand at the green-shirted swordsman and said, "You can't shoot your sword at him. ”