Wrath of the Immortal

"You bitch, you deserve it!"

Zhou Yuyan's eyes were full of resentment, and she suddenly stepped forward and kicked Jiang Dawei hard.

This kick was so cruel that it turned out to be the legendary kick that could cut off one's descendants.

"ah!"

Jiang Dawei screamed and fainted immediately.

After Zhou Yuyan finished kicking, she raised her head and looked at Xiao Chen in the air.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, and she really wanted to see Xiao Chen killing everyone.

In the valley, some people were afraid, some were looking forward to it, and some were ashen-faced.

Lu Dongqi was this person with a face ashen as death. He never expected that the other party would be so powerful.

Over the years, the Qinglian illusion technique that had been tried and tested was easily defeated by the opponent.

"No, you can't get out, go back here!"

Lu Dongqi roared angrily, punched his chest, and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He grabbed the essence and blood, forcibly increased his fighting power, and suddenly raised the golden gourd in his hand.

Inside the gourd, a huge attack force was released again, trying to stabilize the collapsed formation.

However, what Lu Dongqi never imagined was that his methods would have no effect at all.

"Boom!!!"

A loud noise echoed.

The moment Xiao Chen walked out of the illusory world, the Qinglian illusion behind him collapsed and dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chen's figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Lu Dongqi like a ghost.

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed Lu Dongqi's throat.

Lu Dongqi felt the breath of death and wanted to dodge, but found that huge pressure fell on him.

Under this pressure, Lu Dongqi's body was unable to move, and the soul power in his body collapsed instantly.

"No, don't kill me..."

Lu Dongqi's whole body was shaking, his face was as pale as paper, and he begged for mercy in a painful voice.

Xiao Chen ignored it, and the grip still landed on Lu Dongqi's throat.

Just when Xiao Chen was about to crush Lu Dongqi's throat, the sword clanged and came straight towards his arm.

Xiao Chen's consciousness moved and he quickly sensed it and found a sword light roaring towards him.

The speed of the sword light was unimaginably fast.

If Lu Dongqi's throat was crushed, his arms would also be cut off.

As a last resort, Xiao Chen kicked Lu Dongqi away, and with the rebound force of the kick, he flew back three feet away.

At the same time, the sword light flew past and returned to the distance in a circle.

A figure came suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Lu Dongqi.

This is a middle-aged man, who looks to be in his early thirties, wearing a luxurious brocade robe.

He has a handsome face and long black hair that falls straight down his shoulders.

His brows were sharp, and his deep pupils were as black as an endless abyss.

If he takes one more look, it seems that he will be sucked into it and unable to extricate himself.

"Fellow Taoist, from the look of you, you are not a local monk!"

The middle-aged man stood in front of Lu Dongqi, looked at Xiao Chen, and said with a smile.

"Are you the master of Zhengjian Pavilion?"

Xiao Chen frowned and asked.

He has already seen that this person's cultivation level is extremely high, at least at the golden elixir stage.

Such cultivators are either the ancestors of the sect or the sword masters of the Zhengjian Pavilion.

"Yes, I am the sword master of Zhengjian Pavilion, Zheng Jiujian."

Zheng Jiujian nodded and announced his name.

After hearing the conversation between the two, the disciples of Zhengjiang Pavilion all widened their eyes.

Everyone knew that the sword master had a bad temper, but he didn't expect that he could talk to Xiao Chen so politely.

This illustrates a problem. The foreign monk in front of him is as powerful as the sword master.

In the blink of an eye, many people were confused as to why the other party seemed to have only reached the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage!

"This person offended me, how do you want to deal with him?"

Xiao Chen glanced at Lu Dongqi and asked.

"Although Elder Lu acted recklessly, he made great contributions to Zhengjian Pavilion."

Zheng Jiujian was very smart. He did not answer Xiao Chen's question directly, but tactfully expressed that he would drop the matter.

"You mean, let this matter go?"

Xiao Chen sneered and asked.

"As the saying goes, if you don't fight or get to know each other, it's better to turn the fight into..."

Zheng Jiujian wanted to reduce big things to small things, and small things became small.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Chen.

"Hua Gange? Do you think you have changed?"

Xiao Chen met Zheng Jiujian's gaze and spoke word by word.

This sentence had a threatening tone.

Zheng Jiujian's face looked a little ugly, and slowly turned gloomy.

As the master of Zhengjian Pavilion, he was willing to put down his seniority and apologize to the juniors in the Foundation Establishment Stage, which was already a great honor.

It doesn't matter if the other party doesn't appreciate it, but in front of everyone, he says such words that make him unable to step down.

Although Xiao Chen's method just now was very powerful, Zheng Jiujian didn't take it seriously.

If today's matter is not handled well, everyone in Zhengjian Pavilion will be disappointed.

It's hard to lead a team these days.

If you want everyone in the sect to surrender, you must show great strength.

These thoughts flashed through his mind. Zheng Jiujian looked at Xiao Chen and made a decision in his heart.

"Fellow Taoist, this fight must be transformed even if you don't."

"This is Zhengjian Pavilion, not a place where you, a foreign monk, can run wild."

"Either shake hands and make peace, or leave your life here."

"..."

While Zheng Jiujian spoke, he released a huge aura from all over his body.

This momentum also revealed his cultivation level, the late stage of Jindan.

Disciples of the Sword Pavilion, all retreat.

Everyone knows that the Sword Master is angry.

If Xiao Chen is unwilling to stop fighting, a fierce fight is inevitable.

This level of fighting is not something they can watch from close range.

If both sides use their special skills, the aftermath of the battle may kill them.

For a moment, all disciples of the Sword Pavilion followed Lv Dongyi and left.

The man whose pride was shattered by the kick, Jiang Dawei, who fainted on the ground, was also dragged away.

Zhu Zhiming hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and stood behind Xiao Chen.

Zhou Yuyan had no choice, and moved slightly to Zhu Zhiming's side.

Zhu Zhiming's face was solemn, and there was no worry between his eyebrows.

He and Xiao Chen had not been together for a long time, but he could see that the other party was a super thigh.

This thigh was courageous and strategic, and worthy of trust.

Zhu Zhiming firmly believed that Xiao Chen was meticulous and would not do anything he was not sure of.

Just now, the quarrel with the sword master was enough to show that the other party was not afraid of Zheng Jiujian.

Since he could not stay in the Sword Pavilion, he might as well take a gamble, and he might be able to rise to prominence.

"I didn't expect that you two would become traitors..."

Zheng Jiujian glanced at Zhou Yuyan and Zhu Zhiming, and his eyes fell on Xiao Chen.

He saw that Xiao Chen's expression did not move, and his heart skipped a beat.

Why is this person in front of him so calm?

Is he sure he can defeat him, or is he deliberately showing such an expression?

Although Zheng Jiujian saw that Xiao Chen was in the foundation-building stage, he could not judge the other party's true combat power.

He thought about it and still believed that Xiao Chen was not to be feared.

No matter how strong the opponent's spells are, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is impossible to hurt him.

If the gap between the cultivation levels can be made up with magic weapons, who would still work hard to practice?

"This sword master will ask you one last time, fight, or shake hands and make peace?"

After making a decision, Zheng Jiujian asked Xiao Chen coldly.

"Noisy!!!"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly and answered the other party's question with practical actions.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a small bronze sword, which was suspended in the air.

"Your sword, my sword..."

Zheng Jiujian observed the small bronze sword closely, his pupils shrank sharply, and blurted out.