Chapter 632

Jiang Wuchen gripped the sword of Musashi Jiro with his fingers, and his other hand gently hugged Matsushima Jixiang's waist. All the movements looked so understated.

Kiro Musashi has the feeling of a fist falling on the pile of cotton. Even though it is a force of tens of thousands of kilograms, he can't make it at all.

"Flying thorn!"

With a roar, the golden sword suddenly burst out and stabbed Jiang Wuchen's neck.

Jiang Wuchen's eyes brightened, the corners of his mouth rose, showing a evil smile. At his neck, a milky vitality in the style of dragon scale suddenly appeared.

"What?"

"This is... Dragon scale shield!!"

Musashi Jiro exclaimed.

Yuan Qi immediately stopped the sword Qi of Musashi Jiro.

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile: "I have some knowledge. I even know the dragon scale armor shield. However, your cultivation is too low..." while talking, Jiang Wuchen's vitality suddenly increased more than ten times, forming a huge oppression.

Ah!

With a scream, the pressure on his body seemed to increase dozens of times in an instant, and the seemingly soft vitality oppressed him.

For this vitality, kichiro Musashi was unable to resist. His two trembling legs were soft and clicked. He knelt heavily on the ground, breaking the heavy stones on the ground, and scarlet blood flowed from kichiro Musashi's knees.

"Ah!!"

He growled uncontrollably in pain.

"Little Lord!"

Musashi and Kenichi Marubeni shouted and rushed to the challenge arena at the same time.

Shi Yongfang and Feng Yuqiu looked at each other and blocked them left and right. Wu Yue also surrounded them with more than a dozen injured masters.

"Do you want a group fight?" Zheng Shao jumped over and shouted, "I don't believe it. There are so many of us that we can't beat you two?"

Musashi and Da marujian are not venerable, but Kendo masters. Even if they are injured, they are still not sure.

Poof.

Kichiro Musashi's viscera turned and a mouthful of blood gushed out. His hair was messy and embarrassed.

Those incredible eyes looked at Jiang Wuchen.

"No... impossible, your cultivation is definitely not the venerable!" Musashi Jiro said in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Wuchen said calmly, "when did I tell you I was a venerable person?"

"You..."

"Respect the teacher." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

Respect teachers?

Kiro Musashi just felt dizzy and dizzy, "no, it's impossible. You... You haven't been a venerable for only half a year?"

"Almost, huh? You know better than me." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

"It took me six years to change from the beginning of the venerable to the later. You... You were promoted from the venerable to the teacher in only half a year? It's impossible..."

"Fool." Jiang Wuchen scolded lightly, "don't use your ignorance and ignorance to measure other people's achievements. In fact, I spend most of the past six months doing other things. If I devote myself to practice, it is estimated that it will be almost three months."

"Poof."

Kiro Musashi vomited blood again, his eyes full of jealousy, "three months? You are deliberately angry with me! I have the most powerful talent, and I awakened the powerful golden sword Linggen."

"It's no use saying this. You know the situation now is that you kneel in front of me."

"Ah? You!"

Poof

Musashi Jiro's heart was hit far more than his body.

As the most outstanding existence of Musashi, for 30 years, Musashi Jiro has always regarded himself as the greatest swordsman in the world. In his opinion, reaching the later stage of the venerable at the age of 30, even in eastern China, he is outstanding.

In the current social environment and atmosphere in China, even if some martial arts are practiced, it is difficult to be respected! Not to mention a pure cultivator like him.

In his family, he was surrounded by stars and the moon, and developed a conceited heart.

Now, the woman he likes is hugged by the hateful guy in front of him. The key is that it is said that Matsushima Jixiang has been strong by him. What's more, Matsushima Jixiang's face is conquered, which doesn't look like being strong at all.

The most important thing is that the man who is younger, more handsome and taller than him is far more talented than him.

In only half a year, he was promoted to respect teachers.

Compared with him, Musashi Jiro was crushed in all directions, and his sense of superiority disappeared.

Hateful, hateful, sad, angry!

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and a mouthful of blood spat out again.

"Mr. Musashi... You... Have to worry about your health." Matsushima Jixiang said sympathetically.

This look of sympathy raised a touch of sadness in Kiro Musashi's heart. He was sympathized by a woman... It's better to die.

Jiang Wuchen said, "do you want revenge?"

"Fu..." Musashi Jiro gritted his teeth.

"Well, you have courage. But you seem to be seriously injured now. It's strange that I just use my strength to intimidate you and don't attack you substantively. You keep vomiting blood... It seems that your body is very empty." Jiang Wuchen said.

Uh? Poof

Kiro Musashi also wanted to spit blood, so he held it back.

Jiang Wuchen said, "you are not my opponent now. Come back to me after a good practice."

Kiro Musashi also knew that if he continued here, he would be more ashamed. He stood up tremblingly, looked at Jiang Wuchen with jealous eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth: "give me a year, I'm looking for you."

"A year? OK, but... I'm afraid I won't be here in a year. You go to Shenzhou University in Beijing to find me." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

Musashi Jiro firmly remembered and turned to go.

Jiang Wuchen said, "wait."

"Hmm?" Musashi Jiro was stunned.

"I agree with you to go, but I didn't say to let you go now."

"What do you... Want to do?" Musashi Jiro vaguely realized that the challenge did not seem to end easily. "I am a swordsman and will never be insulted by you!"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head and said, "I can't help you. Just like you hurt them just now? I just let you go. They don't agree."

Looking at Feng Yuqiu and others standing not far away, Musashi Jiro narrowed his eyes and said, "how can we let us leave?"

Jiang Wuchen looks at Zheng Shao, Feng Yuqiu, MI Xinghe, Shi Yongfang and others, "you say."

"Let him eat my shit!" Zheng Shao shouted, "right here!!"

"I think he is arrogant. I want to shave off his hair!" Shi Yongfang said.

"I'll explode his chrysanthemum!" said a master beside Wu Yue.

"Let him take out 10 billion to compensate for the losses!"

"I'll carve four big characters of sick man of East Asia on him with a knife!"

“……”

For a time, there were different opinions, saying everything.

Jiang Wuchen couldn't help shaking his head, "you hear me? It's not so easy for you to leave!"

"As a swordsman, I would rather die than be insulted by you. Come on! Kill me!" Musashi Jiro shouted.