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But shining on the icy blade of the sword, no matter how warm the sun is, it will be cold.

It's a chilling sword.

For whoever underestimates this sword will immediately die under it.

Duan Wujie didn't dare to underestimate it.

The moment she took the initiative, she knew she had lost a move.

She knew better than anyone how terrible Jiang Cheng was.

Like a lion staring at its prey, the slightest movement will usher in a brutal killing.

But even if she doesn't move, she is not one to sit still.

The restrained and suppressed momentum on Jiang Cheng's body was like a volcano, which made her extremely stressed, so she took three steps back.

But those three steps are the limit of what she can retreat, and if she retreats, she will definitely retreat into the abyss of destruction and death.

She didn't know that the terrible pressure was caused by the internal force in Jiang Cheng's body that was becoming more and more powerful.

Most of the internal force absorbed by the Star Absorbing Great 'Method' operated in Jiang Cheng's limbs and bones, swimming in the meridians, giving him abundant strength.

This is a power that others cannot clearly feel, but they can also feel the threat and pressure from power.

The enemy under that pressure is either mad or perishable.

That chilling sword was as fast as a cold star, just a simple sword move, piercing!

But it gave Duan Wujie a chill all over her body as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and she didn't want to die, so the cold hook in her hand changed the direction of the stroke.

It was like a moon peeking out of the red clouds, and it suddenly hooked towards Jiang Cheng's swift sword.

Although Jiang Cheng's sword is fast, she also reacts quickly, she can definitely hook this sword, as long as she hooks it, she can resist it.

Jiang Cheng believed that Duan Wujie could hook his sword, but he didn't believe that Duan Wujie could resist his next attack.

Because of this sword, he originally wanted Duan Wujie to hook it.

Soul Shattering Hook, what is powerful is this cold hook, if she goes to this cold hook, what is so powerful about her?

Light work?

That's not good, no matter how fast he is at such a close distance, he will definitely not be able to escape his pursuit.

Still the same as when he killed people before, he has completely controlled the rhythm of the battle in his own hands, and he has the absolute initiative and upper hand.

This sword is just a false move, but in Duan Wujie's eyes, this false move is too dangerous and powerful to point directly at the heart, and it can be turned into a real move at any time.

What Jiang Cheng wants is for her to have this feeling, this fear of having to resist this sword, as long as there is this feeling, the other party has already stepped into the trap he designed.

"Ding!"

The crescent moon cold hook that emerged from the red cloud successfully hooked Jiang Cheng's sword.

At that moment, Duan Wujie's eyes flashed, her slender hand twisted, and the wrist holding the cold hook suddenly turned right.

With a "click", the cold hook completely hooked the sword.

"Zila", the sparks exploded, and the remnants of the long sword were unabated but the edge was gone.

Duan Wujie's face was slightly happy, and she took advantage of the situation to bully Jiang Cheng sideways, and covered Jiang Cheng's left chest with a fluttering palm.

This trick is very vicious, and it seems to be soft but it is actually a hidden power, and it suddenly erupts at the moment it touches the enemy's body, urging people to die.

"Okay, Senior Sister Duan's counterattack is really fast. ”

"It's a pity that this person is too stupid, although this sword is fast, but he doesn't know how to change it, and he still doesn't know how to change his tricks when he is hooked. ”

A group of onlookers spoke.

The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth seemed to be smiling, Duan Wujie had no cold hook, and there were indeed powerful means.

But he doesn't have a sword, and he also has powerful means.

The palm struck, and Jiang Cheng also greeted him with a palm.

The surging palm force shook the air, as if an eagle was grabbing a chicken, and suddenly imprinted on Duan Wujie's palm.

Xuan Shen Shen Palm Killing Move - Pei Yuan Guben.

The air seemed to turn into a whirlpool under this palm, and Jiang Cheng's internal force was urging in the palm of his hand.

This palm was urgent and fast, he had already prepared this palm, and when Duan Wujie's palm hit, his palm seemed to be a cheetah that had been lurking for a long time, and it rushed out fiercely and pounced on the lamb that hit him head-on.

Duan Wujie's complexion changed greatly.

The momentum of Jiang Cheng's palm was terrifying, and she already felt suffocated before she arrived, as if facing the rush of a storm and the overturning of a flood.

She's going to get out of the way.

But Jiang Cheng's hooked sword suddenly twisted suddenly, like a big python on the verge of death, it suddenly turned over.

"Smack!"

The fine iron sword was suddenly shattered by this twisting force, and the sharp iron piece shot out.

Duan Wujie screamed "ah", and several pieces of iron suddenly cut through her white cheeks, and several pieces shot at Jiang Cheng, but they were bounced away by internal force before they could penetrate his body.

"Bang!"

At the moment when Duan Wujie was caught off guard, Jiang Cheng's palm slammed into his palm.

Duan Wujie reacted quickly, and the dark energy of her erect palms was about to explode, but a strong force struck, and she screamed in pain.

The "click" forearm bones burst out directly from the elbow, and the blood mist sprayed, and the blood mixed with the minced flesh flowed sideways.

A cold aura instantly slammed into his arm and into his body.

The smile on the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth was even worse, and the smile was a little cruel, although the palm of his hand was also shocked and a little numb, but it was not an injury.

Duan Wujie's pale face was already bleeding at this time, several wounds were vertical and horizontal, and a mouthful of cold blood spurted out, she staggered back, her eyes were dim and frightened.

"Don't kill me, my husband is a ghost knife Mu Lichen, if you kill me...... Ugh!"

Duan Wujie's words came to an abrupt end.

Her fighting spirit had been lost, her arm was broken, and before she could take two steps back, she was bullied by Jiang Cheng, one palm directly slapped away the cold hook that was blocking in front, and the other palm turned into a claw and directly buckled Duan Wujie's neck.

It was as if she was catching a dead fish, Duan Wujie's still intact hand grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm tightly, her nails were buttoned into Jiang Cheng's skin comparable to cowhide, and her blood-dripping face was full of pleading and fear.

"No...... Not ......"

Jiang Cheng's eyes were cold, and his palm pinched hard, "click", as if he had broken an egg, strangled this miserable woman.

Everyone's chatter has fallen silent.

The eyes that looked at Jiang Cheng began to be jealous and evasive, and some people began to secretly avoid and disperse.

Some of the people who had complimented Duan Wujie before did not come out to say a word at this time, and all of them disappeared at the first time.

The brown-clothed deacon's eyes tightened, and his gloomy face seemed to be even more gloomy, but he barely showed a smile when Jiang Cheng saw it.

Jiang Cheng's strength is too amazing, completely beyond everyone's expectations.

Duan Wujie was killed by Jiang Cheng so quickly.

Even in this battle, Jiang Cheng was only scratched a little by the other party's struggle at the end.

With such strength, many people estimate that even if the ghost knife Mu Lichen comes in person, it will be difficult to get benefits.

Reaching out and touching Duan Wujie's arms, he didn't seem to be touching a dead person, but stealing incense and jade.

After finding some trophies of some value, Jiang Cheng threw Duan Wujie's worthless corpse directly to the ground as if he was throwing a rag bag.

This former beauty, like a broken little flower falling to the ground, her face has been completely stained red with blood, like a demon, and her bulging eyes are staring at the front, with resentment, fear, and a hint of pleading.

No one will have mercy.

At least Jiang Cheng won't.