Chapter 242 (1/2)
”Grandfather Ji, go and help brother Chen Jie. He won't be in danger, will he?”
Gu Qingying's eyes are almost out of sight, but she can still feel the movement outside. Now she shouts with a slightly anxious voice.
”It's OK. Chen Jie doesn't need my help. Maybe it's an experience for him. It's not every time he has the chance to fight with a strong master.”
Ji Jiancang said with a faint smile, holding a curse in his hand to control the fighting of the nine warriors. He didn't take them back to his sleeve until he killed all the disciples of the ghost King Valley.
This kind of fairy like method made the old man of Guiwang Valley dumbfounded. At the same time, he felt cold in the back. I'm afraid that their Guiwang valley will be destroyed today. A Taoist master of the southern sect was so abused by them.
”Old man, I regret that I didn't kill you before!”
Wang Teng's eyes were cold. Before, he thought that he would kill Ji Jiancang first. But later, he thought that if he killed Ji Jiancang, it would be a complete feud with the Fengshui community of the southern school.
But now, their Wang family not only formed a dead feud with the southern faction, but also provoked a strong man who can't guess, and a Chen Jie who can be compared with the Japanese swordsman!
Thinking about this, Wang Teng's slightly regretful eyes were looking at Hongyi Wugong, who was fighting with Chen Jie.
The sword sage of Tang and Japan was canonized by the emperor of Tang Dynasty. He was the champion of martial arts and Taoism in Japan. He actually fought with a hairy boy in his twenties. I'm afraid others would think him crazy.
But the fact is that Chen Jie is not only as good as Wu Gong Hong, but also can get some advantage when they fight hand to hand!
”Chi...”
The stone stick and the black gold long knife are roaring together, and the sparks are splashing. In terms of weapon materials, the black gold long sword may be better, but Asoka stick, a weapon, can't be judged by common sense. It once fought with Asoka in the eight wastelands, bathed in the blood of many pagans, and had a strong spirit.
”The sword is limitless!”
With a roar from Wu Gong Hong, the black gold sword in his hand turned into nine different weapons, forming a semi illusory circle, enveloping Chen Jie in it.
These weapons include hammers, axes, knives, swords and guns
”Kill
With the loud shouts of Wu Gonghong, all the nine weapons in the air turned into streamers. They came from all corners to kill Chen Jie. Even the air made a sharp sound.
”I've spent too much time with you. The Japanese swordsman is just like that. When my grindstone is about the same, it's over.”
Chen jielue shakes his head slightly, his eyes are cold, his eyebrows jump lightly, and his lips flash a sneer of disdain.
”Wow
The Ashoka stick in his hand suddenly burst out into a golden light, and then the golden light gradually dissipated. A wisp of blood red enveloped Chen Jie.
”This is...”
Ji Jiancang's eyes were fixed, and then he could not set the channel: ”this ancient soldier has completely recovered, showing the elegant demeanor of Asoka at that time...”
At the moment, behind Chen Jie, the world is red with blood. There are millions of corpses lying on the ground. The ground is all red with blood, just like a real Shura world.
Asoka, the most powerful king of the Peacock Dynasty in ancient times, grew up to be a hero in this sea of corpses!
”Wow! WOW! WOW
Around him, the virtual shadows of various weapons surround him. In the end, they all point the blade in one direction!
”Come on!” Chen Jie sneered.
Just like missile launching, the virtual shadows of weapons sweep everything in front of them with powerful energy.
Chen Jie and Wu Gong Hongyi collide with each other fiercely. Their hair stands up, and all the stones and sawdust on the ground are twisted to pieces.
”Wow