The strongest god-level bear child system

Chapter 511 Master, how is this level?

Ye Xiaofan stared at the scene in front of him calmly, only to see that the two swords collided in an instant, a circle of light rippled in the middle, and the ear-piercing sound echoed in the cave.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the broad tip of the Soul Devouring Sword directly pierced the white-robed disciple's sword tip and blade to pieces.

"Tap..."

The white-robed disciple's face was pale, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he retreated dozens of steps before he stabilized his figure. Jian Nanxuan didn't look at him, with an indifferent look on his old face, he thrust the Soul Devourer Sword into the ground with his backhand, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Just now Jiannanxuan had a chance to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, killing the white-robed disciple with one sword, but remembering Ye Xiaofan's words, he put away his hand.

"Jiang Chang's saber is many times stronger than the fourth-order high-grade magic weapon, but it was smashed by that old man with a soul body!"

"How is this possible? How can there be such a powerful old man in this poor and remote place in the Eastern Region, and what's more, he has a soul body!"

The disciples of Juezhen Sect behind Zhang Yuan widened their eyes and said incredulously.

"Just now he clearly had the opportunity to kill Jiang Chang, and his attack speed was faster than mine. Could it be that he was afraid of the power of my sect, so he stopped?"

Zhang Yuan's face was gloomy and terrifying. Just now he wanted to save someone, but found that he was a step too late. Fortunately, Jian Nanxuan withdrew his hand.

"Judging from the old man's strength, the evil spirit of blood is in their hands."

Zhang Yuan thought to himself, and then used his spiritual sense to transmit sound.

"I'll hold that old man later, you guys, go and arrest that brat and that woman."

"Yes!"

The disciples of Juezhen Sect nodded slightly after hearing Zhang Yuan's spiritual consciousness transmission, and then mobilized their true energy to the peak, ready to strike at any time.

"Master, what do you think of this level of beating?"

Jian Nanxuan looked back at Ye Xiaofan, with respectful eyes, and said with a smile.

"Didn't I let you be half disabled? You didn't hurt him at all!"

Ye Xiaofan glanced at the white-robed disciple, and then looked at Jian Nanxuan like an idiot.

An intact half-step infant transformation, Ye Xiaofan is only a seventh-level Nascent Soul, there are two gaps in it, how could he be able to beat it.

"Hey, young master, if I make a move, I can kill him dozens of times with a single strike."

Jian Nanxuan laughed, touched the back of his head, and said embarrassedly.

The evil blood energy in the Soul Devouring Sword has been continuously providing strength to Jian Nanxuan, making Jian Nanxuan's power stronger and stronger. In less than half a minute, Jian Nanxuan's strength has become stronger again point.

At this time, Jiannanxuan's strength was equivalent to that of a second-level infant, and his strength was dozens of times higher than that of a half-step infant. He could indeed kill a white-robed disciple dozens of times with a single strike.

"Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Old bastard, even if you die, I will abolish you!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Jiang Chang's face was distorted and deformed, and he roared angrily. He suddenly burned his blood, his combat power increased several times, and his breath reached the first level of infant transformation.

It is almost possible to enter the realm of infant transformation.

As a disciple of the Zongmen of the Western Regions, his status is incomparably noble. To be humiliated again and again by this impoverished villager in the Eastern Region is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Jiang Chang, what are you doing!"

Seeing Jiang Chang's actions, Zhang Yuan immediately reprimanded him, signaling Jiang Chang not to be impulsive.

"roll!"

Jiang Chang yelled at Zhang Yuan, threw away the hilt in his hand, raised his hand and sucked the sword back into his hand.

(End of this chapter)