Chaotic Sword God

After Han Xin’s departure, Bai Yu was looking at the sword dust with adoration. Perhaps it was excessive excitement and excitement, which made her beautiful face full of red.

"Little teacher... No, the second brother, I didn't expect you to actually defeat Wencheng. You are so powerful. It's amazing. From then on, you are the second brother of my white jade." White jade holds the sword dust An arm full of excitement said, but did not notice her under the hug, so that the left arm of Jian Chen has been pressed tightly on her double peak.

"Two brothers, tell me quickly, how do you defeat Wencheng, you must teach me, let my sister and I see Wencheng again next time, and he will slap him." White jade looks like a wing With the sword dust, the pair of bright big eyes fluttered, full of expectation and craving.

"Small sister-in-law, you didn't stand right under the ring at the time. How did I defeat Wencheng? You saw it clearly." Jian Chen looked bitterly, and quite awkwardly broke away from Bai Yu's arms. Tightly clasped arm.

At this time, Bai Yu suddenly realized that he was holding the arm of Jian Chen. He had inadvertently touched the woman's restricted area, which made her pretty face red, immediately released the arm of Jian Chen, and then red. A face is squeaky: "I don't care, in short, you have to teach me, I want to learn your skills to control the light of the Holy Spirit, otherwise ... I will not let you go." Said, Bai Yu opened his arms In front of Jian Chen, looking at her posture, it is really a bit of a disappointment, so I will not let the momentum of Jian Chen leave.

Looking at Bai Yu, this way, Jian Chen’s face is helpless. He said, “Well, the brothers must do everything they can to teach you, Bai Yu’s sister, now the brothers must go to the healing first. Can you let the brothers go back first?” Jian Chen Refers to the clothes that are stained with red blood on the chest, and then look at the distance.

In the place where the plants are flourishing and weeds are crowded, the master of Zhuyunfeng of Feiyunfeng is convulsing the whole body, standing quietly by the cover of weeds, watching the manners of Bai Yu and Jian Chen. That makes his handsome face full of gloomy, looking at Jian Chen's gaze, but also reveals a deep hatred and embarrassment.

"Bastard, Wencheng this waste, how can it be defeated in the Changyang hand that only one color Yuan Dan repaired. I think that my grandfather Fei Yunfeng master, three-color Yuan Dan Xiuwei, have been hit hard by Wen Cheng, but this article is a success Changyang, who was repaired by a color yuan, was defeated by his tricolor Yuandan. This is not to say that my three-color Yuan Dan is repaired, but also far less than a bright color of a one-color Yuan Dan. Powerful?"

"How does this make the other brothers of the peak look at me?"

Zhuo Feng wants to get angry, his face is gloomy and terrible, his fists are clenched, and his fingernails have been deeply penetrated into the flesh.

The Wencheng who defeated him eventually ended up in the ring, and in the eyes of the public, he lost in the hands of Changyang, who was never in his eyes. This is a huge irony and ridicule for Zhuofeng.

After adding Changyang’s brilliant victory, Baiyu’s dependence on Changyang has made Zhuo’s anger in his chest, making him hateful against Jian Chen.

At this moment, Jian Chen has returned to his own Dongfu. He will reorganize the caves that have become a mess. After re-arranging a simple low-level formation at the door, he sat down in the center of Dongfu.

He did not heal the wound on his chest, so a little injury, under the self-healing ability of the chaotic body, he could recover without his deliberate healing.

"My **** is not only aware of the power of chaos, but also the sensitivity of the rules of heaven and earth is clearer, and even the light of the Holy Power that I control seems to have become somewhat different. It’s a lot stronger.”

"In addition, my use of the Light and the Holy Spirit is almost entirely due to the fact that my **** is powerful. I always feel that this seems to be different from my god, and there is also a relationship that cannot be separated." Jian Chen’s own memories of Wencheng’s battle with Wencheng in the ringade have fallen into long-term meditation.

After the integration of a real chaos power, his gods have changed a lot, what kind of special ability has been brought to him, even if there are hidden dangers, and so on. He has not fully figured out.

The purple-green sword spirit, after the combination of the two swords, is also Qiqi into a deep sleep, how can not wake up, so Jian Chen wants to ask Ziqing sword spirit's thoughts only lost.

Three days later, Jian Chen walked out of Dongfu, bathed in the morning glow and came to the top of Feiyun Peak, and met Han Xin who had retired here for a long time.

Han Xin’s face is still a little pale. Obviously, his injury is not light. With the strength of his bright god, after these days of healing, he has not recovered.

"Changyang, you fight against Wencheng on the same day in the ring, and you can see clearly for the teachers. Your control and use of the light of the Holy Power makes you greatly amazed by the teachers. Besides, the teacher also sees Your combat experience is very rich. Presumably, before you join the Temple of Light, you must have experienced a lot of life and death. You can have such a wonderful student, and you are very grateful for the teacher..." Han Xin’s attitude Very kind, he first praised the sword dust mites, and then taught the sword dust some more advanced light magic.

In the end, Han Xin spent more effort and personally developed the jihad rule for Jian Chen, counting on the disciple in front of him to become a jihadist celestial division earlier.

Jian Chen closed his eyes and began to seriously understand the jihad rules of Han Xin’s evolution. Although he has already realized the jihad law, he has already become a jihadist celestial division, but his perception of the jihad law is still in its early stages.

Han Xin’s jihad law is sentimental, but it has already entered the realm of the king of God. Therefore, Hanshin’s evolutionary jihad rule still has a lot of help for Jian Chen, who has become a jihadist celestial division.

After a few hours, Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes. I saw that Han Xin had already stopped the evolution of the jihad law. He was sitting across the sword dust, looking at him with his eyes closed, and his eyes were filled with A strong expectation.

"Changyang, how do you feel?" Han Xin said.

"Slightly gained."

Han Xin nodded with satisfaction and said: "If you want to be a holy warrior, you can never do it overnight. Changyang, cultivate well, and hope that you can become a realm in the realm of the two colors. A holy warrior."

"Teacher, if it is a sacred warrior in a color Yuandan?" asked Jian Chen.

"One color Yuan Dan wants to be a holy war sorcerer? Hahaha..." Hearing this statement, Han Xin was dumbfounded, and his finger pointed to the dust of the sword. "Changyang, what are you thinking about? You think that the jihad rule is So well comprehensible? For the teacher to let you become a jihadist in the two-color Yuan Dan, this is already a very high expectation for the teacher to hold you, as for the one-color Yuan Dan became a jihadist celestial division, You still don't want to think about it."

"One color Yuan Dan understands the law of jihad, is it really so difficult?" Jian Chendao.

"It’s more difficult, Changyang, you know that in our bright temple, how long has it not been a one-color Yuan Dan to become a peerless genius of the Jihad Heavenly Master?" Han Xin took the initiative to answer: "For The teacher told you that it has been more than one million years."

"Our Guangming Temple recruits many disciples every year. For a million years, the disciples who recruited are even more unknown. There will even be a lot of talents like a demon, and so many geniuses. I have not produced a disciple who can understand the jihad rules in a color sect. Now you know how difficult it is to become a jihadist in a color sect."

"The disciple was taught." Jian Chen clenched his fist at Han Xin.

Han Xinchang sighed with a sigh of relief and stared at Jian Chen. He said seriously: "However, if you can really understand the jihad law and become a jihadist sect in a color Yuan Dan, then you will be immediately The Son of this standing position does not need to participate in the selection of the Son, and become a pivotal figure in the Temple of Light. In the next millennium, it will be cultivated by the Temple of Light."

"Even if the new Son has been established, it can become a person with the same status as the Son, or even surpass the Son by virtue of the potential of being a sacred warrior. Even the resources are enjoyed. Come, there is more than one."

"Changyang, although it is extremely difficult to become a jihadist celestial division, if you can do it, then try to do it."