Dragon Vein Martial God

When the cold sound of Jiangting sounded for the second time, there was a dull sound and vomiting blood in the martial arts arena.

Zhang's disciples, who were performing in the martial arts arena, were shocked and went along with their voices. They just saw that Zhang Siyuan, who was still invincible before, had fallen here now. The corners of his mouth were filled with blood, and his breath was floating.

Shouldn't Jiang Ting be injured?

How did Zhang Siyuan get hurt?

Then they turned to look at the location of Jiangting, and saw that Jiangting was standing quietly in the same place. There was a sword floating on the top of their head, a translucent sword. They felt the power of spirit on the sword.

What's going on?

However, the Zhangjia disciples here are not ordinary people. After the initial shock, they quickly react. Looking at Jiang Ting's eyes, they become more and more surprised, shocked and deeply dignified.

They have found out that if there is no accident, when Zhang Siyuan's boxing shadow falls, Jiang Ting erupts the power of spirit and soul, condenses it into a sword, and then counterattacks with the giant sword. They don't see the specific process, they can only see the result.

As a result, Zhang Siyuan's shadow was broken one after another, but Jiang Ting was not damaged. When he smashed the shadow, he used the power of spirit as a sword to make Zhang Siyuan fall into the attack of being broken.

How strong are you before you use your power? If so, with the help of divine power... Thinking of this, the eyes of Zhang's disciples looking at Jiang Ting all changed.

This is not only a Shendan master, but also a strong man who is superior to the same situation?

While people were thinking, Jiang Ting was not idle. Instead, he waved his hand gently. Under his control, the huge sword, which was transformed by the power of spirit, chopped at Zhang Siyuan who fell to the ground.

It's not Jiang Ting's style to be beaten but not to fight back.

"Help me... Cough... Zhang Ming, help me!" Zhang Siyuan, who fell to the ground, was shocked.

Although he did not completely lose his fighting power at the moment, there was not much left. Moreover, he could feel that if the huge sword locked him, he would not be able to escape even if it was hidden. On the contrary, it would waste a lot of time.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to ask for help immediately.

"Fool!" Zhang Ming finally drinks low, then... Then a ghost knife suddenly appears in his hand, and a flash appears in front of Zhang Siyuan.

"Ding..." with the sound of crisp gold and iron, Jiang Ting's magic sword and Zhang Ming's ghost sword collide with each other, and the exploding sparks spread rapidly around under the threat of the afterwave.

The Zhang's disciples in the crowd suddenly found that the pure aftershock was enough to make the first level God unable to resist. Is this the strength of Jiang Ting?

Looking back at Jiang Ting, it's a pity that there is no trace at the moment.

Before his sword, he was going to kill Zhang Siyuan, but it's a pity that Zhang Ming's hand... Judging from the speed of Zhang Ming's sudden sword, I'm afraid his strength can't be underestimated.

Although it's not a complete battle, it's just the power of sword collision. Jiang Ting can feel that it's not easy to deal with Zhang Ming. Although Zhang Ming is only the third level God, he is the most outstanding genius of the young generation of Zhang Jia, and his strength is not as simple as the third level God.

Although he knew that the opportunity had been lost, Jiang Ting's face didn't show his spirit. Instead, he said coldly, "brother Zhang, do you want to stop me?"

"Brother Jiang, calm down. After all, you and I are all Zhangjia people. He is also one of my Zhangjia disciples. There is no need to face life and death."

After a little pause, Zhang Ming clasped his fist again: "but today Zhang Siyuan is the first to embarrass brother Jiang. At this time, I have seen with my own eyes. If his seriously injured body is not enough to relieve brother Jiang's anger, I'd better let him go to mine for a hundred years. What does brother Jiang think?"

"Spring grass, take me back to the other garden." Jiang Ting did not agree or refuse. Instead, he chose to leave the arena. However, he knew that Zhang Siyuan would not die.

After all, he is a secondary God. Among the young disciples of Zhang Jia, he will not be a nobody, but now the result is good.

As for Zhang Ming, Jiang Ting's heart rises a little bit of fear. Regardless of his strength, Zhang Ming's heart is not bad. When he was wrapped up by the shadow boxing, he saw Zhang Ming ready to rescue. Therefore, he didn't say much and chose to leave at the moment.

Looking at Chuncao and Jiangting's back, Zhang Ming's heart suddenly relaxed a lot. He was really worried that Jiangting would choose to continue to entangle. It would be really difficult to do at that time. Who let Zhang Siyuan have the first chance?

When Jiang Ting's back completely disappeared in the martial arts arena, Zhang Siyuan immediately clenched his teeth and stood up: "Zhang Ming, you and I... Cough... You and I are all Zhang's blood, you even favor Jiang Ting, the outsider who just entered my Zhang's!"

"Who is to blame for your own waste?" Zhang Ming doesn't look good either.

Zhang Siyuan was furious: "what did you say?"

"I said, who can blame you for your own waste?"

After that, Zhang Ming was even colder: "I warned you three days ago that although Zhang Bo was punished to go to the mine, it was only three years. I asked you not to go to Jiangting's trouble, but instead of listening, you fought in this arena.""You Zhang Siyuan was surprised and angry.

Zhang Ming is not used to it, but shows disdain: "if you win, it's OK. No matter what the result is, at least you're venting your anger for Zhang Bo, but you lose. You lose in the hands of the first level God of Jiangting. You're not a waste, who is it?"

"I'm going to see the owner!" Zhang Siyuan was completely angry, but he was confident that Zhang Ming would not kill him, or dare not.

No one will be willing to bear the charge of fratricidal among the same race!

"You can't see the owner now!"

With Leng hum, Zhang Ming suddenly claps a palm at Zhang Siyuan: "I've banned your divine power. Ten years later, I'll go to the mine to see you. If you want to understand, I'll lift the ban. If you don't understand, I'll come back in a hundred years... Zhang Hua, Zhang long, take him to the Blackstone mine thousands of miles away."

"Good." With the sound of response, a secondary God and a primary God jumped to Zhang Ming. They were all young people.

The second level God is Zhang Hua, and the first level God is Zhang long.

"You dare... I want to see the owner! I'm the core disciple of Zhang Jia. You don't have the right to stop me from seeing the master! " Zhang Siyuan's eyes show a little bit of fear... If he is sent to the Blackstone vein, I'm afraid Zhang Ming will not come back if he doesn't let go.

Zhang Long immediately hesitated: "brother Zhang Ming..."

"take him to the Blackstone vein, and I will tell you the whole story naturally." Zhang Ming did not let go.

Zhang long and Zhang Hua's faces Suddenly relaxed. Then Zhang Hua clasped Zhang Siyuan's wrist and left the arena.

Under Zhang Ming's order, the matter came to an end.

But Zhang Ming did not leave in a hurry. He first looked at the direction of Jiang Ting's departure, and then slowly stretched out his right hand and spread out his palm.