The Eight Dragons Silver Dart was scattered with a flick.

Thunder Tiger's body was in front of him, no matter how angry Jian Chen was in his heart, it was impossible to ignore Thunder Tiger's safety and punch the Eight Dragons Silver Dart into his body.

"Hmph, are you always going to hide behind others?"

The silver dart was retracted, and Jian Chen had already lost the best opportunity to kill Sadness, so he paused at this time and stared at Sadness coldly.

"So what?"

Sadness retreated a few steps, and only stopped after confirming that it was safe, Lei Hu was still held in front of him flatly, not caring at all, and said with a smile: "The most effective is the best, there are shortcuts, why should I fight with you?"

Thump.

As he spoke, he threw down Lei Hu's majestic body as if he was throwing a piece of garbage, clapped his hands, and then looked back at the red jade cold stone in the sea of fire, and said coldly:

"With Qian Feng alone, I'm afraid you are not my opponent, so let's have another serious fight, I want to see if you will use the Wind Chaser Sword again in the first few moves!"

Of course, he couldn't be clearer about the reason why Jian Chen used a thousand blades and didn't move the Wind Chasing Sword, and using the Wind Chasing Sword would inevitably arouse a greater Xuan Ming Three aura, and with his own, the situation would become like that again.

At this time, there are flowers that want Rong to help, although the speed of melting the jade cold stone will be faster than smashing it with one punch, but it is not a matter of an instant, Jian Chen does not want to accelerate the growth of the blood draining pill before the jade cold stone is broken.

But it's just a thousand edges......

Sadly pursed his lips disdainfully, the black burning stick in Jian Chen's hand really couldn't make him feel more oppressive, even if this thing was listed at the top of this year's Divine Soldier List because of the long absence of the Blood Draining Sword.

The Xuanming Secret can only be solved with the Blood-Draining Sword, and the rest?

No way!

Sadness moved his wrist, and while looking at Jian Chen with a sneer, a thick blood mist condensed up and down Zhou's body again, and the blood mist rose, and there were already wisps of mist floating towards the jade cold stone, but this amount was very small, and it couldn't break through the sea of fire under Hua Xiangrong.

But coupled with Jian Chen's, the blood mist that escaped when the two of them fought fiercely was not just such a little weight, it was a terrifying scene that covered the sky and the sun!

Compared to him, Jian Chen's body has not been inspired by the slightest bit of blood mist from beginning to end, he will never allow An An to be hurt due to his own reasons, at this moment, his only reliance is Qian Feng.

At this time, time was pressing, ignoring the sadness, Jian Chen glanced at Lei Hu who fell to the ground, the three terrifying blood holes were still bubbling out, but fortunately, Lei Hu was strong and healthy, judging from the ups and downs of his chest, he would not worry about his life for a while.

This made Jian Chen's heart feel a little calmer, and his face immediately turned pale, and the next moment, his figure suddenly became illusory.

He didn't have time to waste his sorrow, the danger of Thunder Tiger, the danger of Hua Xiangrong, and the crisis of An An and Ling Wei Yin Xiukong sealed in the Jade Cold Stone, all forced him to rush towards Sorrow desperately.

Only by solving this big problem can he save these people he cares about one by one!

Brush ——!

The safe distance that Sorrow Luo thought was swept by Jian Chen, and the silver light was sheng, but he still only dared to use Qianfeng, and a touch of silver-white moonlight slashed at Sorrow's shoulder.

The moon splits the ground, this is a knife move, the sword technique is used by all the weapons in the world, and the thousand blades turn into a big knife that flickers with cold light, and the momentum of an oblique split is awe-inspiring, and there is a posture of splitting the road of life and death.

Sadly snorted, his right hand slapped like a fly, and the blood mist around his body converged into a larger palm, just a slap, and that Yue Huali was slapped with cracks.

"I said, you can't fight me with Qianfeng!"

Sadness and sneering, at this moment, due to Hua Xiangrong's sudden intake, the people who are short of time are not only Jian Chen, but also him.

If you delay for a while, the greater the damage of the phoenix flame to the jade cold stone, when the jade cold stone melts, Hua Xiangrong will lose that restraint, with the skills she inherited from Ping Feiyan, plus Jian Chen's Xuan Ming Technique, he may not be able to please him.

This is something that the sad people don't want to see.

So before Yuehua was shattered, he also turned into nothingness, and with a flash of blood, he shot two blood-colored spears against Jian Chen.

In fact, compared to Jian Chenlai, the sorrow wants to relieve the tightness of time, and the better choice is to take Hua Xiangrong first, anyway, he is extremely disgusted with Hua Xiangrong.

But Hua Xiangrong is not stupid, she has never appeared in the field at all, she only hides her figure with her fluttering figure and endless phoenix flames, Jian Chen wants to stop her from taking her, and she can't help it, and Sadness will want to find her trace for a while, with Jian Chen by his side, he can't easily find it.

Relatively speaking, it was even easier to force out Jian Chen's Xuanming Three internal force.

Between the lightning and the fire, the two of them have changed their figures, and they have made dozens of moves against each other, Qianfeng has changed for no reason, Jian Chen has changed dozens of weapons, and smashed dozens of blood-colored spears in sorrow, and the two of them have fought back and forth, and the scene is fierce and abnormal.

The scene was extremely inappropriate for the two people who were very short of time and wanted to grab time, but Jian Chen's face was calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about it, and the sadness was even worse, even the sneer on the corner of his mouth was still there, although the battle was fierce, he seemed calm.

"I said a long time ago, Qianfeng's words, you are not my opponent yet!"

His hands flew illusory, and the non-stop blood-colored spear attacked Jian Chen, there was no pressure, there was really no pressure, no matter how Ren Qianfeng changed, he didn't feel the slightest pressure.

This is the confidence that strong strength brings to him, there is the Xuanming Technique, except for the Blood Draining Sword or the same Xuanming Technique, even if Qianfeng, even if the person who uses Qianfeng is Jian Chen, he is fearless.

In fact, the scene is indeed slowly tilting in his direction.

The blood-colored spear did not lose its power and speed in the slightest, but the speed of the sword morning movement caused Qian Feng to slow down, and the speed of the silver light flickering gradually slowed down, and every time he changed the Qian Feng weapon with the Guiyi Sword Technique, it made people feel like he was wielding an extremely heavy boulder.

Throwing a blood-colored spear can break through a thousand blades?

Sadness was already thinking about this problem, even though the Heavenly Pattern Silver Umbrella took his five spears again, but this thought was slowly floating in his mind.

The Celestial Pattern Silver Umbrella had been pierced by several holes with a blood-colored spear, and this was the heaviest blow that Thousand Blades had ever suffered since its birth.

"Still unwilling to use the third of the mysteries?"

Sadness laughed hideously, but his subordinates were not slow, one after another blood-colored spears were almost connected in a straight line, until Jian Chen retreated again and again, the momentum of the thousand blades had been lost, the evenly matched on the field was finally broken, and the situation was slowly developing in the direction of Sadness's favor.

(End of chapter)