I asked you to go to jail, how come you are invincible?.

Chapter 272 No matter how high your kung fu is, you are afraid of a kitchen knife
Just as he was about to put down the black sword in his hand, Shishan Yima suddenly felt that his body was covered by an extremely powerful force. Even he could not bear the heavy pressure, and his body turned straight towards The ground falls!

Damn what happened!
Shishan Yima's eyes widened, and he watched the ground getting closer and closer to him. In desperation, he swung the black sword in his hand towards the sky.

With a roar like a monster, Shishan Yima's falling speed suddenly slowed down, and then he landed hard on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him.

"Did you do this?"

Jiang He looked at him with curious eyes, "That's good. It seems that you are indeed different from those people you said are useless. You are the first person to persevere in front of my directional biological force field."

Shishan Yima stared at Jiang He warily. It was obvious that Jiang He didn't move and was just talking to himself, but for some reason, Shishan Yima felt extremely alert.

Even the black sword in his hand began to tremble even more because the straight-line distance between it and him was shortened!
"What is your origin?" Ishiyama Yima asked Jiang He in unskilled Chinese, "Are you also a ninth-level transcendent? Why have I never seen you before?"

Jiang He asked back: "Is it important whether you have met me or not? Or, as a ninth-level transcendent, I must meet you?"

At this moment, Ishiyama Yima's brain seemed to be opened up. His eyes always stayed on Jiang He, wary of his every move, "So, in fact, the trump card of the First Emperor and the others is you? You just help them. The hero who solved the Death Gate Incident?"

"To be precise, I just guarded my one-third of an acre of land." Jiang He took out a piece of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. "If the devil wants to destroy my daily life, I will destroy it." It’s that simple.”

Ishiyama Yima heard the implication from Jiang He's words. It was not only Jiang He's affirmation of his solution to the ghost gate, but also a warning to himself.

Since the Gate of Hell affects his daily life, Jiang He will destroy it. If he wants to destroy Jiang He's daily life today, Jiang He will also destroy himself.

In response, Shishan Yima raised the black sword in his hand and pointed at Jiang He, "Are you provoking me?"

"Are you mistaken? I'm just telling the truth, or has this truth touched the humbleness and ugliness deep in your heart?" Jiang He had a smile on his face, and he didn't take Ishima seriously at all. His behavior is exactly the same as that of Diallo’s group!
This is exactly what Kazuma Ishiyama hates!
A monster's roar echoed in the sky, and the black sword in Shishan Yima's hand exuded a terrifying aura. The sword was split into bloody mouths one after another. Each mouth looked like a monster, trying to devour it. Everything around.

"In this case, I have to prove something to you," Ishiyama Kazuma's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had already fallen into extreme depression under the intense pressure from Diallo and Meiyu. The madness just broke out completely today, "I came here just to defeat the First Emperor and prove to the world that we are better than you.

"But since you are more powerful than the First Emperor, my goal will naturally change. Killing you is my only goal."

Ishiyama Kazuma's body began to swell, and every muscle seemed to want to express the three words "sense of strength" vividly.

"Do you know what my extraordinary power is? Do you know what my title is?"

Hearing this question, Jiang He scratched his head. Although he had the ability of photographic memory, giving the other party a positive answer now was obviously not the correct answer.

Then Jiang He smiled.

"Sorry, I have no memory of you. What is your name?"

boom--

Cracks exploded in the surrounding ground, and an illusory eight-headed monster appeared faintly behind Shishan Yima. The sky was clear and bright, but it echoed with thunder.

"I am a man known as Susano'o, holding in my hand the Amazong Cloud Sword found in the body of Yamata-no-Orochi!" Ishiyama's horse stepped on one of the heads of Yamata-no-Orochi and slowly rose into the air, reaching a height of ten meters. Mi's eight-headed monster destroyed the building in front of the guard station and detention center. "I stand at the pinnacle of the extraordinary! If Emperor Fengdu fails to defeat you, then if two enemies of mythical level appear in front of you, what will happen to you?" how?"

The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi roared, Ishiyama Ichima waved the black sword in his hand, the clouds and birds in the sky disappeared instantly, as if they were swallowed by the Yamata no Orochi, and disappeared.

He pointed at Jiang He's head with the Tian Congyun Sword in his hand, his eyes filled with monstrous anger, "Today, I will use this world-famous Tian Congyun Sword to chop off your head and let everyone in the federation see it. , between our two countries, who is the strong one!"

Jiang Hecai didn't bother to reply to his words. He just silently took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

There wasn't even a dial tone, and the person on the other end had already hurriedly picked up the phone.

"Hello? It's me, yes, you heard me right, bring me something." Jiang He said what it was, and Ji Wuyun on the other end of the phone was still in disbelief.

"Don't worry about what I want that thing for. In short, you can send it to me first. Okay, I'll give you five seconds. I'll be at the door of the detention center."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang He met Ishiyama Kazuma's confused eyes.

The latter asked: "What are you doing? Don't you even resist?"

"Uh...can you give me five seconds?"

Shishan Yima could hear the feeling of contempt and indifference from Jiang He's light words. His dignity felt like it was being trampled under his feet.

At that moment, Shishan Yima's mind went blank. He just subconsciously swung the Tiancong Yun Sword down according to his own will.

The monster's howl was mixed with a very light tingling sound.

The moment Shishan Yima swung the Tian Cong Yun Sword, he came to his senses.

He turned his head tremblingly and horrified, looking at the Tian Congyun Sword in his hand that was still trembling with fear.

The blade of Tiancongyun Sword has disappeared.

Those eight ferocious mouths turned into pitch-black fragments and fell towards the ground.

"You... what did you do?"

Shishan Yima lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Jiang He. He couldn't believe that Tian Congyun Sword was broken in his hand.

But when his eyes stayed on Jiang He, he discovered something that frightened him even more.

Jiang He was holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

Yes, he was holding a kitchen knife.

A kitchen knife that can be seen everywhere, whether on the market or in home kitchens.

This man... just used such a ubiquitous kitchen knife to cut off the Tian Congyun Sword in his hand...?

"It seems that the first of the three major artifacts that your country is proud of is just like this. Its strength is not even as strong as a kitchen knife in my hand?"

Jiang He's relaxed tone reached Shishan Yima's ears, and he let out a scream, but before the scream could continue, it turned into a horrified cry.

Because he felt like he was falling.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you," Jiang He threw the kitchen knife on the ground casually, "When I cut off the Tiancongyun sword in your hand just now, I didn't control my strength well, and accidentally cut off the Yamata no Orochi at your feet. .

"Eight heads together."

He smiled, looked at Shishan Yima who was falling from the sky towards the ground, and asked a question.

"Now that I have killed Yamata no Orochi, can I... also be named Susano'o?
"Then what else are you proud of?"

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