Chapter 241

"Bang!"

The battle between Chen Jie and Jiansheng martial arts palace continues. On the other side, Asoka stick and Heijin ancient sword also fight.

It has to be said that these two weapons are really terrible. They are recovering independently, giving birth to a bit of wisdom. Now they are fighting with their masters.

"Pa!"

The Ashoka staff was smashed down. I don't know what kind of material it was made of. The whole body is like black bluestone, full of metallic luster.

The black gold sword turned into a streamer, which could be avoided. The huge stone beside it was blasted into countless pieces by the Ashoka staff.

The earth cracked, the rocks cracked, and countless civil works were shocked into vermicelli under this terrible power.

However, the ancient black gold Dao was also very extraordinary. From time to time, it began to counterattack. The countless ancient inscriptions and incantations on the blade were all shining and brilliant, just like a small sun, and the Dao Qi was all over the world.

"Kill

Chen Jiegao leaps up and holds the Ashoka stick in his hand. Ruicai falls down three thousand ways and smashes it down. His whole body's energy and spirit are promoted to the top of the world, and he wants to take a heavy blow to Wugong Hongyi.

"I didn't expect that this stick also gave birth to the soul of soldiers. Today I'll let you understand the unparalleled power of my kendo."

Takemiya Hongyi looks indifferent, his right hand on the black gold sword, a wisp of new red, is appeared on the blade, emitting a strange light.

What is frightening is that three inches away from the blade, there is a faint red light. The blood of takemiya Hongyi is slowly absorbed by the black gold ancient sword, just like the sand under the water.

"Hum!"

The black gold sword is full-bodied and full of shock. It sounds softly. It seems that it is eager for the blood of Hongyi takemiya.

It floated up slowly and turned into a black light after a circle in the air,

"It's... It's Royal swordsmanship!" The old man in the ghost King Valley was black and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

"Master Jiansheng, you are really unique in the world. You can defeat Chen Jie!"

In Wang Teng's eyes, he looked at the black gold sword. At the moment, it was as flexible as the arm of Hongyi takemiya.

"Royal sword? Grandpa Ji, what's this? "

A hundred meters away, Gu Qingying stands in Ji Jiancang's border and asks curiously.

Ji Jiancang looked indifferent, sneered twice, and said: "the old devil of Japan feels the pressure, so he sacrifices his sword with blood, and wants to reach the height of the unity of heart and sword."

"It's a kind of minor skill. It's something the Japanese learned from us. It's not the orthodox Taoist sword technique."

Ji Jiancang shook his head slightly. Naturally, he despised this method of sacrificing the sword with blood. He had visited the famous Taoist mountains such as Longhu Mountain, Sanqing mountain, Wudang Mountain and so on, and learned a lot of secrets.

The true Royal sword skill has not been seen in the world for hundreds of years. The legends of Sword Fairy in ancient times are not all groundless.

"Chen Jie, I've come all the way here to sacrifice my old friend's dead soul with your blood. I'll allow you to leave your last words."

Hongyi's momentum soared, and the black gold sword was suspended by his body, breathing the sword Qi of three or four feet long, just like a small sun.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Japanese swordsman, but so, you should be the weakest of the four swordsmen. If not, your Japanese swordsman's gold content is too low."

Chen Jie's eyebrows were picked, and he didn't put the threat words in his heart. At the same time, the Ashoka stick in his hand was also golden.

"I don't know what the effect will be if I use the skill of lingbing to control the Ashoka stick."

Chen Jie thought in his heart that this could make the power of this weapon soar.

"Boom!"

The smoke rose, and the light on Ashoka's stick was almost blinding, turning into thousands of golden beams.

At the same time, Hongyi Wugong and Chen Jie move at the same time, two people like two winds, close to hand, once again together.

"Pa!"

In Chen Jie's hand, the stone stick is powerful. One of the sticks hits the shoulder of the martial arts palace, causing half of his body to collapse and his bones to deform.

Just as Hongyi's black gold sword passed through Chen Jie's chest, the latter's speed suddenly increased to the level of breaking through the sound barrier, reaching 100 meters away.

"So strong?"

Wang Teng felt numb. He found that his opponent was far stronger than he imagined.

"This... This is the battle of the grand master?"

Wang Yun took a cold breath. He now understands how stupid he was when he provoked Chen Jie in Jianghan martial arts school.

Let alone the fact that he once had a great master in the Wang family, there are real contemporary great masters here, and Chen Jie is also fearless!

"Today, they must not leave here alive!"

Wang Teng's face was gloomy, and his fingernails were all deeply embedded in the flesh, dripping with blood.

Ji Jiancang is a master of art and has a terrible appeal in the south. Chen Jie shows endless potential. In his twenties, he is able to fight for a master. You can imagine his potential.

"Ha ha, the Wangs, as an ancient martial family, have done these shameful things. The way of heaven has its samsara, and the Wangs will naturally be punished."

"Today, let me do justice for heaven."

At this time, Ji Jiancang's faint voice suddenly spread to everyone's ears.

"Change the sky for the sun, it's settled!"

Ji Jiancang's face was solemn, which was totally different from his previous kind-hearted appearance. At the moment, he had white hair, and his eyes were full of cold light, which made all the people in the ghost King Valley shudder.

"Wow

An ancient bronze compass flew out of Ji Jiancang's sleeve. After a few circles in the sky, it turned into several blue lights and covered everything around.

"What?"

Wang Teng felt cool on his back and hit the barrier covered with blue light. However, he felt that he was beating on a ball of cotton and couldn't exert himself.

"Those who fight in front of the army are marching forward in array."

Ji Jiancang looks solemn and dignified. He utters the nine word truth of Taoism and avoids all evils.

With a shake of his right hand, nine lifelike wooden and clay sculptures flew out and grew bigger in the air. As soon as he landed, he turned into several armed warriors.

"Kill

Ji Jiancang's temperament at the moment has completely changed. He is no longer the kind old man, but a master of Taoism and terror.

The disciples of the ghost King's valley have never seen such a scene before. They are just like the soldiers in the ancient legend. They try their best to escape one by one, but they are killed by these puppet warriors just a few steps away.

The only thing that can support them is the old man and Wang Teng in the ghost King Valley. At the moment, the skeleton protects them. Dozens of ghosts are struggling to support them. These nine puppets are extremely terrible in their real standing, which is comparable to Wang Teng!