"Powerful, so powerful. With Jiang Ling's current martial arts realm, if he fights with me again, I'm afraid he still won't be able to tell the difference between life and death. ”

On the roof of the building not far away, Jiang Chen looked into the distance, and when he saw this shocking battle, he also secretly felt a sense of shock in his heart.

He suddenly remembered that according to legend, the ancestor of Buddhism in ancient times, Shakyamuni, once encountered a giant elephant blocking the road when preaching, but the Buddha grabbed the trunk of the giant elephant with one hand, threw it high, and flew in the air for three days and three nights before landing, and smashed out a deep huge pit when he landed......

This is also the classic story of "Shakya Throwing the Elephant".

Now, although Jiang Ling's strength is far from terrifying, he can throw the iron gate into the sky for three days without setting the sun, but he waved his hand to run a heavy object of 10,000 catties, and stoned more than a hundred people to death with one blow, which also showed his incomparably strong physical strength.

With such physical strength, it is infinitely close to King Kong is not bad!

Rub!

After watching this fierce battle, Jiang Chen casually lifted Duan Ruhu in his hand, and asked lightly: "How about it, what hope do you have now, or the backhand, say it quickly, after that, you should go on the road." ”

He looked at Duan Ruhu and asked expressionlessly.

At this moment, this important minister, who had been stabbed through his internal organs by a sharp blade, was about to lose too much blood, and ran out of oil, finally showed a panicked look on his face.

"You...... You ......"

Duan Ruhu's lower abdomen was still bubbling with blood, struggling in inarticulate pain, and his eyes finally showed a light of despair and fear.

This terrible scene just now fell on his eyes, which was equivalent to the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing all his hopes.

"Why...... Why can martial arts be practiced to such a level......"

Duan Ruhu had a twisted and miserable smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and howled unwillingly.

In his family before, although he had also heard of the strength of King Kong is not bad, but he didn't expect that a door that weighs tens of thousands of catties and can only be barely pushed by two or three adult strong men can be crushed by hundreds of lives in the hands of such a master.

Duan Ruhu is sure that this kind of supreme strength, even if he comes to the realm of his brother Duan Rulong, if he hits this iron gate, he will probably have his bones shattered and die on the spot!

"The Great Army...... Is it really useful for the imperial army's army to deal with this kind of person......?"

Looking at the picture in the distance more and more blurred, Duan Ruhu's heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom, and his consciousness couldn't help but secretly calculate in the blur.

Eventually, he made a pessimistic discovery. Even in the face of the encirclement and suppression of the imperial court's ten thousand armies, with the killing methods of the white-haired young man just now, I am afraid that a thousand people can be slaughtered in a single stick of incense, and any kind of elite army may be defeated madly.

One body fights for three thousand miles, and one sword can block a million soldiers.

This is no lie.

"The power of mortals...... Is it so insignificant in front of you...... I regret it...... I regret it!"

Duan Ruhu muttered in his heart, as if he had been shattered the most important belief, and his head hung down weakly.

Half an hour later, suddenly, his eyes widened, his face distorted like the most terrible devil, and he cried out in pain with all his might.

"Demonic ...... In this world, why did you give birth to unruly warriors...... I cursed you all my life! I am not reconciled!"

He was disheartened, and after a loud shout, his eyes completely dimmed.

Before he died, the head of the Duan family, who held a lot of power and was rich and noble, completely lost all his hopes.

"Okay, you've seen enough of the show, I'll send you on my way now. ”

Jiang Chen ignored him, said lightly, there was no trace of emotion in his tone, and when he let go of his hand on the roof, Duan Ruhu's body fell straight down.

Thump!

His body slammed to the ground like a broken tomato, blood splattered three steps, and his eyes were completely lifeless.

This place, right next to a stinky ditch.

The sewage flowing around the alley also rushed in the blink of an eye, and without hesitation, his already tattered clothes were dyed again the color of ash.

I'm afraid that no one can imagine that Duan Ruhu, the head of the Duan family in the middle of the Nine Great Families, would die in such a place in such a way.

This day is about to change!

Shout!

Killing Duan Ruhu at will, as soon as Jiang Chen's body moved, the person crossed a hundred meters from the roof and instantly reached the position beside Jiang Ling on the ground.

"Jiang Chen, you came at the right time, the Xiyi spear team here has been completely killed by me. How's it going on your side?"

Seeing Jiang Chen, Jiang Ling's eyes moved, and he noticed the unkempt middle-aged man who had died behind him, and a trace of surprise suddenly flashed on his face: "Hey, the head of the Duan family, I didn't expect him to be killed by you." This time the matter is interesting, you killed Duan Ruhu, the head of the Duan family, it seems that within the Duan family, I am afraid that people will turn their backs and turn over. ”

Jiang Ling smiled, and when he looked at Duan Ruhu's corpse, he was only slightly surprised, and he was not too shocked.

is just a Duan family, in his eyes, he is just an upstart, a little guy who calls for wind and rain on the surface. Even the current royal family may not be a great enemy in his opinion.

"It's just a tiger, it's not worth mentioning, but it's your ......" Jiang Chen waved his hand, and his eyes looked at the giant steel gate not far from them.

He frowned, sniffed his nose, and smelled the sky-high bloody breath coming from under the gate.

Under one blow, more than 100 people were smashed into meat pies, and this kind of bloody killing scene has been difficult to find for thousands of years.

Jiang Chen sensed the surroundings with his sixth sense, and he could observe with his mental eyes that now around here, I don't know how many resentments are growing, all of them are the curses of Westerners who died tragically in a foreign land.

Many years later, if the resentment in this place does not dissipate, I am afraid that some yin qi will be formed. If you collide with ordinary people, you may get sick, and even spread it by word of mouth, and there will be some legends of ghosts.

In fact, the generation of grandmasters who have cultivated martial arts to the realm of transformation, in essence, either in order to avoid the red dust, escape from cause and effect, or in order to surrender their minds and avoid being blinded by murder, they rarely use their hands to harvest so many mortal lives at one time.

However, Jiang Chen could also see that the martial arts that Jiang Ling cultivated had a hint of fighting gods and fighting ghosts in the depths of his essence.

The god is here, and there are no taboos.

This is an ancient family that has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has left behind an incomparable self-confidence.

"Hmph. It's nothing more than a hundred people, and if you kill them, you will kill them, and if you don't get rid of them, it will always be a disaster for us. ”

Hearing what he said, Jiang Ling shook his head and said indifferently: "When my ancestors were fighting back then, there were tens of thousands of Shang soldiers slaughtered along the way. For this reason, he even became a great enemy with several ancient Confucian families at that time. In today's world, however, the situation is more complex and unpredictable than it was then. If you are not careful, there may be an abyss under your feet, and it is difficult for even King Kong to see clearly. Therefore, if you are friend or foe, and you can't use it for me, then there is only one word, kill!"

His tone was sharp, and vaguely, there was an artistic conception of wanting to change the sky.

The sky has changed, and the power has changed.

Jiang Ling stood in the sunset, and in a trance, he had a little bit of the charm of the ancestor Taigong who helped King Wu to fight and divide the feudal Zhou.

Through the battle just now, at this moment, he also deeply understands that at the intersection of the emergence of firearms and the changes of the times, a turbulent wave has been set off in the long river of fate.

This kind of change is an unprecedented wave in the history of thousands of years.

In the big waves, who sinks and who floats, in fact, is a matter of a blink of an eye.