Chaotic Sword God

Jian Chen, this obviously with a few provocative words fell into the thin middle-aged man's ears, so that the face of this thin man became more and more gloomy, and there was already a cold killing in his eyes.

Ling Hougong looked at Jian Chen, although Jian Chen’s feelings reached the main deity, but his own cultivation was too weak.

On the other hand, this thin man, whether it is his own cultivation or the law's sentiment, has reached the realm of the gods, even if Jian Chen is aware of one of the strongest attacking tactics in Sanqian Avenue, but Ling Hougong still Do not think that the sword dust will be the opponent of the thin man.

But looking at the sword dust chest has a good look, Ling Hougong is not good to say anything, holding the ancient sword back to the side, but also want to see what means of Jian Chen can not fear this thin man.

The master of the dragon, and the dozens of the main gods gathered here are silent, but without exception, everyone's eyes are condensed on the sword dust, with a little bit of color.

Many people think that the rule of Jian Chen's law can be far ahead of his own cultivation. It must have been a great creation in the Wangmu Temple of Duanmu God, but they don't want to be a good bird, so see the thin middle age. Men want to start with the sword dust, they are naturally happy.

Unless they were forced to do so, they really didn't want to offend a main **** easily, especially to understand the kendo rules of one of the most powerful attacks in the three thousand avenues.

Of course, there is one biggest factor in their reluctance to do it, that is, there is no thing that makes them feel good. Once there is something that helps them a lot, let alone you understand the most powerful kendo, even if it is facing They are trained to be better than them, and they dare to go to work hard.

At the end of the crowd, the young man holding the folding fan and the big man called Tai Shu are not in a hurry. As a leisurely walk, they walk into the cave house of the **** king. The youth of the folding fan are all looking east, west. Oh, it seems that there is a lot of interest in everything here.

"Is this the Dongfu of the king of Duanmu? But this is not so good." The fan of the fan looked around and was quite disappointed.

The middle-aged brawny did not speak, but looked at the depths of Dongfu and landed on Jian Chen. The original plain eyes appeared at this moment.

"The main divine law is sentimental, but it is only the equivalent of the human god. This person is a very talented person, but his energy seems to be a bit weird. It makes me look like a vague feeling. It seems to be repaired. It’s not a normal practice,” said Tai’s mutter.

"Tai Shu, are you talking about the man named Jian Chen? Even if you say that he is very talented, it seems that this person does have some capital, that is, how many years have been cultivated." The young man gently shook the fan Said casually.

Uncle Tai’s face became a bit serious. Finally, he couldn’t help but reveal a sigh of exclamation. “Young master, I feel that this person has not been practicing for thousands of years. This kind of talent, I am still seeing it for the first time.”

Hearing the words, the young man was dressed and stared at Tai Shu with a look of surprise. He said in a mouth full of unbelievable: "What! He hasn’t been practicing for less than a thousand years yet? This talent is not even worse than this!" Uncle Tai, are you sure you have no eyes?"

"I have such a huge gap with him. Many things can be seen at a glance, and naturally I will not be wrong. His cultivation time is indeed shorter than that of the young master." Taizheng said.

The face of the folding fan youth suddenly showed a happy color, saying: "This was previously heard by him. He said that he is a mess, no door, no school, Tai Shu, this person we must draw, it is best to let him join our family."

Uncle Tai’s eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the gods immediately spread out. The areas in the Wangmu’s Wangdong’s house that have no formations are covered, and the former Jianjian’s Wujian Building, which is also known as the martial art, is also in the Uncle’s The gods are covered.

However, for the uncle's knowledge, the dozens of the main gods in the field are unaware of it, and no one can feel it, including those of the main gods.

In an instant, Tai Shu’s knowledge of the gods was captured by Jian Chen and others based on some traces. In the moment, the heart was more and more happy. “It seems that his kendo is in Wu Jian Lou. In the comprehension, the traces of Duanmu’s stay in Wujianlou are not a great inheritance. It is not a simple matter to benefit from it. However, this person called Jianchen can break through to these main traces. It’s really a strong understanding. If you can really pull him into the family, it’s a great achievement.”

"Since you want to win, it is not fast, just like Jian Chen is in trouble. For us, it is a good opportunity." The young man holding the folding fan can't wait to say.

"No hurry, no hurry, we can just take a look at his strength." Tai Zhengdao.

On the other hand, the thin middle-aged man has already started, holding a long gun, the law of wood condenses from the heavens and the earth, and a gun with the force of the law directly stabs the sword dust.

This gun, the thin man did not keep his hand, his eyes were cold, and he directly stabbed the eyebrows of Jian Chen, pointing to the key.

At the moment when the slender man’s long gun was stabbed, the sword dust also flashed a cold mang, and the mind was moving. Two swords of only the size of the finger came out, and the powerful swords filled the air. More than half of the main deities of the gods are discolored, even if those strengths reach the late God's strong, the pupils are suddenly shrinking.

At this moment, everyone has changed color, and all eyes are condensed on Jian Chen. To be precise, it is the two Xuan Jianqi who are condensed in the sword dust head. All of them felt a threat, and the lower the strength, the stronger the threat.

The thin middle-aged man changed his face and did not hesitate. The arm was even more shocking. The power of the gun was even better.

"Hey!"

I saw a silver mangling flashing away, two Xuanjian gas floating in the top of the sword dust, one of them has already shot out, the speed is very fast, it has already surpassed the lightning, and in an instant it collided with the long gun of the thin man Together.

"boom!"

The two confronted each other and broke out with a deafening roar. The thin middle-aged man only felt a strong force and directly shot his long shots. His wooden rule was directly attacked by this fierce sword. The gas is defeated.

Xuanjianqi, it is easy to dispel this blow.

And this is not only, after smashing the attack of the middle-aged man, Xuanjianqi is powerless, still savage, exuding the terrible swordsman who is so scared by many of the main gods here, in the thin middle-aged man The horrified gaze shot directly at his eyebrows.

"No--" The thin middle-aged man made a scream of horror, and in the face of the arrogant sword that was shot on the face, he couldn’t escape at all, only watching the mysterious sword in his pupil. Approaching his eyebrows.

Quietly, Xuan Jianqi shot into the eyebrows of a thin middle-aged man, and pierced through the back of his head.

The eyes of the thin middle-aged man became sluggish, and there was still a fearful remnant in his eyes. Under the attack of Xuanjianqi, his gods did not have time to escape and fell into disarray.

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