Chaotic Sword God

Wen Cheng smiled coldly. He stared at Jian Chen with a sneer. He said: "On the same day, I still feel very puzzled. I don't understand why the new young master wants me to lose to you. This is only one color. For the light of the Holy Master, but now, I finally understood, it turned out that you are secretly asking the right new young master to help you, the purpose is to let you Changyang in the Temple of Light, famous for your satisfaction Vanity, and as a thank you, you will be awarded the Chiba Purple Lotus after winning, to the new young master."

"It’s just Changyang. I didn’t think that you turned out to be such a person. Because of the reason of just being a new young master, I deliberately defeated you in the ring and let you win the final victory, but you can get the Chiba purple lotus after winning. I want to smother myself, and I will not fulfill the promise between you and the new young master."

"Changyang, like a despicable villain like you, what other faces do you still have in the Temple of Light?"

Later, Wen Cheng’s tone became severe, but in his heart, he felt the pleasure of revenge.

All of this has been discussed well between him and the fair new, just to get the Chiba purple lotus, let yourself make a breakthrough in the next time, almost to the point where it is all right. .

Wencheng, who was defeated to Jian Chen in the ring, was always regarded as a shameful shame. He was once in a state of madness these days, and he simply went out to meet the world. Therefore, when a fair new person finds him and speaks his purpose, Wen Cheng will not hesitate to agree.

For him, it is not only that there is no harm to him, but he can find a suitable reason to excuse the defeat of the day and can greatly save his lost day. face.

After listening to Wen Cheng’s words, the bright sages that are constantly coming from the surrounding peaks are showing their original look. In the mutual talk, the eyes of Jian Chen have changed.

That kind of gaze, full of disappointment, disdain, disdain, and even *naked irony.

Indeed, such practices have been looked down upon by many of them.

"Wencheng, you are despicable, deliberately distorting the facts, turning black and white, the day of the war is not what you said." Beside Jian Chen, Bai Yu was screaming at Wen Cheng.

It is a pity that her drink is in the ears of everyone, and there is no convincing.

"Oh, I didn't expect that I would have such a disciplinary disciple on the Feiyun Peak. I have lost the face of Yunfeng. You are not going to continue with this kind of person." He also stood on one side and blamed the tone of his elders. He did not care about the authenticity of the matter. As long as he was able to insult the sword dust, he would not let go, and there was no feeling of the same door.

Wen Yan said that Jian Chen’s eyes were cold. He knew that Zhuo Feng had a prejudice against him. If there were no outsiders present, it would be fine, but now there are many disciples from other peaks. At this juncture, Zhuo Feng does not The overall situation is heavy, but he is also guilty of guilty with him, helping the outsiders to deal with him everywhere, which makes Jian Chen also anger.

"Zhuo Feng, the person who lost face to Feiyunfeng is you, not me. It seems that it is time for you to recognize a fact." Jian Chen said coldly to Zhuofeng, the palm of the hand is printed, directly Press towards Zhuofeng.

Suddenly, between the powerful light and the holy force, one side is completely condensed by the light of the Holy Power, with a huge slap of one meter in diameter, emitting a blazing light toward Zhuofeng.

"This is... the great handprint of the Holy Light...this...this is impossible..." Zhuofeng’s pupils instantly shrank into an array of eyes, and the face showed an incredible look, and immediately immediately resisted, holding A sword of the Holy Light is taken directly.

However, when his sword of the Holy Light smashed on the big handprint of Xuanguang, the sword of the Light of Light was broken in size, and the big handprint of Xuanguang was not lost, and it was shot on Zhuofeng.

Zhuo Feng immediately made a sigh, and the footsteps slammed back. Every step fell, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

When he finally controlled the posture of the body, his face had become a burst of blue, a burst of white, the heart was even more furious and shocked.

"This is the great handprint of the Holy Light. God, he has mastered the great handprint of the Holy Light..."

"The great handprint of the Holy Light is a kind of light magic that is not low in level. It is said that at least three colors of Dan will be mastered..."

"What do you know, the great handprints of the Holy Light are more mysterious than you think, and the three-color Yuan Dan can master the great handprints of the Holy Light, which are rare and rare. Most people are four-color Yuan Dan to get started. ......"

"What! The four-color Yuan Dan can master the great handprint of the Holy Light, Changyang only showed one color Yuan Dan, God, this is amazing..."

"I can't believe this is true..."

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The dusty handprint of the Jianguang was not only shocked by the white jade, but even the bright sacred priests coming from these peaks were difficult to keep calm, and they all screamed, one by one to watch the monsters. The eyes stared at Jian Chen.

Wencheng, at this moment, his face is also becoming gloomy as water, and hate and coexist in his eyes.

Now, he has to accept a cruel fact. In just a dozen days, the strength of Jian Chen has been significantly improved compared to the original.

At least, this great light handprint, he has not really mastered until now.

"This Changyang, really did not let me down, the talent is really like a enchanting, even so quickly I realized the great handprint of the Holy Light, that is, I do not know the other kinds of bright magic that I taught him, whether he is also getting started." Han Xin, who is fluttering in white, has a gratifying smile on his face. He is more and more satisfied with his disciple.

Surrounded by excitement, Jian Chen was deaf ears. He looked at Zhuofeng with cold eyes and said: "Zhuo Feng, you should be clear now. Although you are a master of Fei Yunfeng, you still have no ability to tell me. You can't beat Wencheng, but it doesn't mean I can't beat it."

Immediately, he ignored Zhuo Feng’s ugly face and turned to Wencheng. He ridiculed: "Wencheng, it seems that the slap in the face that you were pumping on the same day did not hurt, or else, we Continue to go to the battle in the ring to let everyone see if your last defeat was deliberately conceded, or if you are really weak."

"However, your deliberate admit defeat, but let yourself be slap in the face of the cost, but the price is not too small." Sword iron face irony.

"Yeah, Wencheng, I remember that your entire face was smashed by the second brother. You are still fainted. Are these fake?" Baiyu also said in a timely manner, and said with a serious face.

Upon hearing this, Wen Cheng’s face was suffocated by anger, and immediately angered and attacked, and the internal interest was disordered, and the direct blood of the gas was sprayed out.

This matter has already left a shadow in his heart. It is a sly pain. It is the biggest shame in his life. He once saw his face without a face. At this moment, Jian Chen was told by the white jade in public. This suddenly made him angry.

"Changyang, you can't talk nonsense!" Wencheng lost his calmness in an instant, his face stunned, and his face screamed at the dust of Jian Chen.

"Is it nonsense? We know when we fight, Wencheng, you dare not go to the battle with me again to prove that what you said before is true." Jian Chen said with a leisurely voice.