There is a beauty Cui Huilan in southern Xinjiang, stunning in the world, more than 10 years ago the witch attacked Dayan, Cui Huilan's whereabouts are unknown since then, and now I think about it, it was captured by Tiemu and returned to the Wu clan.

Is this the first time you've seen a witch man undisemboweled?

These thoughts didn't stay in Chu Jiang's mind for too long, he looked at the evil ghost behind Cui Huan, the cells in his whole body jumped with excitement, he hadn't encountered an evenly matched enemy for too long, especially, Cui Huan was a few points stronger than him.

Chu Jiang's back also condensed the True Spirit Law Body, but it was ten zhang shorter than that evil ghost.

True Spirit Law was wearing a plain yellow robe, with big sleeves fluttering, no more than Chu Jiang without hands, and True Spirit Law held a yellow dazzling long sword in his hands. His face is eight points similar to Chu Jiang, and the most eye-catching thing is, of course, the pair of eyes that contain essence light, which makes people involuntarily fall into it when they touch it.

"Come, come, come!"

Chu Jiang snorted higher than a voice, and the mouth of the True Spirit Law Body behind him burst out with a rolling sound, even if he used True Yuan to protect his ears, there was still blood gushing out of the ear holes, not only Gu Yuan, but even a group of vine armor soldiers couldn't withstand this sound wave containing supreme power.

The people hurriedly plundered away and fled in the direction of the castle, fearing that the coming battle would affect them. After passing the Hukou Canyon, it was not until the majestic Guancheng that everyone was at ease, and at this time, the Chu River began to move.

He took a step forward and made a sword-lifting shape, and the True Spirit Law Body followed with the sword, and at the same time as slashing out, a sword qi as thick as the earth erupted from the sword, turning into rolling mud and stone and pouring towards Cui Huan.

"I've heard that there is a sword in the world called the Earth Emperor, and I've always wanted to try it. Cui Huan smiled, without fear on his face.

Before he could finish speaking, the demon raised his giant axe and slashed down with a chilling axe, giving people the feeling that it had suddenly entered the middle of winter, and the temperature in the air had dropped several times more than once.

The surging mud and rocks poured backwards from both sides of Cui Huan from the interrupted stream, countless mountains and rocks were destroyed, and the remaining sword momentum was even stronger, but it could not cause a little damage to Cui Huan.

"But that's it. Cui Huan curled the corners of his mouth in disdain.

Chu Jiang's face became more and more gloomy, the Earth Emperor Sword was refined by extracting the earth qi of thousands of mountain peaks, and when he urged it, the power of thousands of mountain peaks would be integrated into one sword, and the power could be described as earth-shattering.

The name "Earth Emperor" is taboo, but if it is named by His Majesty the Emperor today, the meaning is even different. Invisibly, there is still a wisp of imperial luck in the Earth Emperor Sword, suppressing Qianfeng and making the Earth Emperor Sword more worthy of its name.

"It's too early to say that. Chu Jiang snorted coldly and raised his sword again, but he held the sword high above his head with both hands, and the true spirit law body holding the sword gradually thinned out in yellow robes, and his body became more and more blurred.

What's more, a strong earthy smell rushed out of the sword, as if the air was filled with dust, and every time you breathed, it made people feel like every cell in their lungs was stuffed with dirt.

The next moment, the sword fell from the sky, like a thunderous wind tearing at the fragile space, the dark space cracks like a chaotic snake swimming, and what came into Cui Huan's eyes was not a sword falling from the sky, but one majestic mountain peak after another.

Each mountain peak has its own posture, Cui Huan has no time to admire, the evil ghost's hand flipped, the giant axe disappeared, both hands held the black mace, the muscles of both arms bulged suddenly, and they bulged high into a hill.

The first mountain began to fall, and the demon whirled and swung his mace.

With a loud bang, the mountain peak flew high into the sky, and then turned into a terrifying wisp of sword qi and fell towards the canyon, shattering the mountain rocks and sinking dozens of feet deep.

Everyone in Guancheng had a look of horror on their faces, the battle in the sky was far beyond their understanding, if they were not lucky enough to see it today, I am afraid that they would not be able to see the monks of the sea crossing period fight in their lifetime.

The mountain was still falling, and the same situation was happening again, the second lush mountain peak flew up uncontrollably, turning into sword qi and sinking dozens of feet deep in a certain part of the canyon.

Soon, the falling mountains began to accelerate, one after the other, leaving no room for Cui Huan to breathe. Cui Huan's expression was relaxed, and the terrifying sound of dense rain sounded in front of him, the sparks splashed wildly, and the mace seemed to be burning with raging fire, almost dispelling the black gas that swirled around the hammer.

After about twenty breaths, or maybe longer, the spikes on the hammer's head were so smooth that they could almost make a human figure. And that green-faced demon, most of the bulging green tendons on his body were hidden under the skin, and his breath was weakened.

Chu Jiang couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, an unhealthy red appeared on his face, and the True Spirit Law Body behind him completely disappeared, and even the Earth Emperor Sword was dim, and his spirituality was greatly lost.

The earth qi in the sword was squandered, if it weren't for that wisp of imperial luck to stabilize the sword body, the earth emperor sword would be shattered into powder.

The natal magic weapon could no longer withstand the impact of the true yuan, Chu Jiang took the Earth Emperor Sword back to the Dan Mansion, looked at Cui Huan, who showed a good expression, secretly swallowed back a mouthful of blood, and had a small golden cocoon in his hand.

The next moment, the silkworm cocoon flew up from Chu Jiang's palm, dripping and turning, and with it, golden silk was separated from the surface of the silkworm cocoon, densely occupying the entire space, and I don't know when, Cui Huan was surrounded in the circle.

"What's that?" Wu tilted his head, stunned.

"Pansi, the best weapon to trap the enemy. Liu Wencheng stared at the sky intently, refusing to miss a single detail.

"How do you know?" asked Wu curiously.

Liu Wencheng replied tirelessly: "That is the magic weapon that Xie Bi'an once used." ”

Ah Wu suddenly realized "oh" and said, "In this case, this magic weapon is not very strong?"

"Of course. Liu Wencheng nodded and said: "If you use the coiled silk at the right time, the power is even stronger than the ordinary best magic weapon." ”

Ah Wu looked at Cui Huan, who was calm in the sky, and then looked at Chu Jiang, who looked embarrassed, and sighed: "The timing he chose is not suitable. ”

The giant axe returned to the hands of the True Spirit Dharma Body, perhaps to confirm Ah Wu's words, the giant axe chopped the silk in the air like a leaf in the autumn wind, and even the cocoons were chopped by an axe.

The scattered fragments of the magic weapon were scattered in the air, and when Chu Jiang took out another fire feather fan wrapped around the flames, the evil ghost threw out the smooth mace with the hammer head and smashed it straight into Chu Jiang's chest, causing him to shoot backwards like an arrow, embedding it in the city wall with a huge force.