Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen was interested in watching middle age, this person made him have a strong interest.

"Why follow me?"

The middle-aged whispered.

"Because I am very curious about you."

"You shouldn't be the person of the Eastern Emperor Sect? Otherwise, how could you follow me for so long and run thousands of miles away?"

Middle-aged people seem to be full of warnings against Jiang Chen.

"Yes, I just want to teach you how powerful your sword is."

Jiang Chen directly clarified his intentions, his intention is as simple as that.

“Just nothing?”

He middle-aged smiled and shook his head.

"That's it."

"You are much stronger than me, I am not your opponent."

After that, he took a sip of alcohol and continued on.

"That can't be yours."

Jiang Chen sneered, he just wanted to see, how powerful this middle-aged sword is. The horror level of middle age is far beyond his imagination, but Jiang Chen wants to complete the transformation, he must do this, because his realm above the swordsmanship is far less than this middle age, Jiang Chen wants Seeking a breakthrough, this middle-aged year is the most important thing.

Jiang Chen straddles and walks in the void. He does not sacrifice the Tianlong sword, but only takes a peak artifact.

Jiang Chen’s sword, the ghost is gone, the horror is gone, and his strength is stronger than the middle age.

邋遢 Middle-aged eyes pick, the look is extremely dignified, Jiang Chen sword is fierce, dragon flying phoenix dance, sword shadow filled the void, sighing.

In the middle of the year, he did not dare to neglect and quickly shot. At the moment of the sword shadow, Jiang Chen felt a huge threat, but he was shocked. After all, the strength of middle-aged people was better than that of him. Jiang Chen step by step, the middle-aged sword method, faster than Jiang Chen, the combination of speed and strength, almost reached the ultimate apex.

In the middle of the age, the strength of the half-step gods can make Jiang Chen so dignified. It is not simple, and his sword gives Jiang Chen a feeling of majesty. Although full of sadness and loneliness, but in the sword The fury in the shadow is deep.

Jiang Chen can feel that this middle-aged year has become the same as today. It is definitely not his intention to let freedom go, and it must have been greatly hurt.

Jiang Chen didn't want to hurt him, but the middle-aged swordsmanship was forced by Jiang Chen to go all out. Jiang Chen's mouth outlined a faint smile. From beginning to end, he was passive. Defence, the strength of this middle-aged man, is entirely based on the horrible sword.

Surprised as a man of heaven, arrogant to the world, kendo is unique, no one can stop.

This is Jiang Chen's evaluation of him.

"The sword is one!"

Jiang Chen opened the big match, the sword and the law moved to the stars, and finally forced to retreat from the middle age, but he himself also showed a 70% strength. In the previous fight, Jiang Chen also benefited a lot, his sword is like Nine days of stars, no one can catch it, even if it is Jiang Chen.

There is only a sword in the heart, and there is only a heart in the sword. Is this the realm of the unity of the heart and the sword? Jiang Chen muttered to himself, but he still couldn't understand the realm of this sword.

In the middle of the year, Jiang Chen was forced to retreat, his eyes twitched slightly, and he was cold and cold:

"Technology is not as good as people, I am not your opponent."

"Are you so desperate to die?"

Jiang Chen frowned and stared at the middle age.

"Is it life, why not live for what?"

In the middle of the year, a bitter smile, seems to be full of despair for life.

"I don't know why you are not stunned, but with your ability, you can't limit your achievements in the future. Even now, under the king of God, you can't find an opponent. I can say that you are a savage genius. The realm of the sword, even I am far behind, you are the only person I have ever seen who surpassed me on the kendo."

Jiang Chen has some sighs.

"If people are alive, there must always be some thoughts. If even the most basic thoughts are gone, what is the meaning of living?"

The middle age is faint.

"How did the Emperor Huangzong offend you?"

Jiang Chen’s heart was clear. This guy heard that the three people were the people of the Eastern Emperor Sect. The murder was invisible and there was no compassion. It was enough to foresee that he hated the Eastern Emperor’s sorrow.

"If there is a year of life, I have this ability, I will definitely destroy the Eastern Emperor."

"Since you don't want to say it, I don't force you. I am just envious of you, the horror of kendo is so horrible, I want to learn from you."

Jiang Chen is not willing to say more, after all, this is his privacy, and he is only full of regrets for the middle-aged, this peerless swordsman, if you really become a generation of swords, then you will be alone in the world, invincible.

Jiang Chen glanced at the rusty steel sword in the middle of his hand. He was still full of gaps, and his mouth was bitterly laughing. He directly threw his sword in his middle age. It was a peak artifact, and Jiang Chen could His sword is completely instilled in this peak artifact, because it is the artifact he has made, so the degree of grasping the sword far exceeds that of any refiner, he is a swordsman clinging to the sword. Although it is only a peak artifact, but it can compete with the ordinary heavenly artifacts, absolutely nothing to say.

"What are you?"

A middle-aged glimpse.

"There was a lot of offense just now, the sword is a hero, not to mention you know it better than I do."

This sword is the best of the 108 artifacts, and Jiang Chen does not hesitate.

"Nothing is unreliable."

Jiang Chen looked out, this middle-aged, the love of this sword, overflowing with words, at least under the king of God, this sword is enough to accompany him for hundreds of thousands of years. Of course, the premise is that he has the strength to cross the kingdom of God.

"Then, when I give you the reward, accompany me to practice a sword for a month, how?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

He did not speak in middle age, nodded silently, and his face was calm, but Jiang Chen’s love for this sword was absolutely from the bottom of his heart. The sword gave a hero, Jiang Chen did not have any distress, because Only this sword can't match his part, and he doesn't have the sword.

"My name, Juggernaut."

The middle-aged whispered, Jiang Chen nodded, Juggernaut, the name, he can afford, the saint of the sword, the peerless, the name of the Juggernaut, is the pursuit of his life, but also the swordland he gave him a lifetime. .

"My name is Juggernaut, not my self-styled Juggernaut."

The young man said that he seemed afraid that Jiang Chen would misunderstand him.

"I know."

Jiang Chen once again fought with the sword, fighting with Juggernaut, the gorge of the canyon, the depths of the mountains and rivers, and the sword of Jiang Chen, never stopped after this month.