Chapter 441 (1/2)

The wind and thunder aura in Chen Jie's body is running crazily. It turns into wisps of pure energy and injects it into his right arm.

With the blessing of wind and thunder aura, the golden light on the Golden Arm flashes. A very powerful wave instantly stirs up ripples in the surrounding air. This arm seems to be the sun in the night sky.

The blue sword seemed to be close to Chen Jie's head.

Chen Jie's toes turned into a virtual shadow, and with his golden arm, he went straight to Wang Li.

Seeing Chen Jie running for himself, Wang Li's face became more elated

”Boy, are you in such a hurry to die? Then I'll help you! ”

Wang Li pours all his aura into the wind sword. The green awn of the sword rises suddenly and stabs Chen Jie with a tricky trajectory.

All of a sudden, Chen Jie's body is shaking in a strange way. It seems that there is a layer of fog around his body. He can't see clearly in the dark night.

The technique of transplanting flowers and grafting trees.

Chen Jie's performance is the second form of ”lingxu sword technique”: transplanting flowers and grafting trees.

The second form of this sword technique can be divided into two types, one is body technique, the other is sword technique. The combination of the two is a complete grafting.

”The boy is eccentric, but in the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain.”

Feeling the change of Chen Jie's body shape, Wang Li was surprised, but he was dismissed.

The first time I met Chen Jie in Huangfeng City, it was because Chen Jie took Wang Zhan, who was the founder of foundation eight, into his hands. The fluctuation of Chen Jie's spiritual power at that time shows his strength of foundation nine.

However, Wang Li's own strength is higher than Wang Zhan's, plus the Wang family's numerous talents and local treasures cultivation, and the blessing of high-level martial arts, is it comparable to Chen Jie from this small town?

The blue sword is getting closer and closer, and Chen Jie's figure is also approaching with a strange speed.

”Go to hell!”

Wang Li's face became distorted, and his eyes were full of satisfaction, as if he had seen Chen Jie's sword, and he could not die any more.

All of a sudden, when Chen Jie's head is about to touch the blue sword, Chen Jie's head slides strangely towards the side of the sword body, and his body also moves aside, as if to avoid the sword.

”Do you think I don't know your trick?”

Wang Li roared with pride.

Originally, the straight-line stab of the wind sword suddenly changed from a sudden stab to a horizontal cut. Suddenly, his body turned. He held the wind sword in his hand along with the rotation of his body. A blue body of the sword split across Chen Jie's face.

Chen Jie's head was cut in two by a blue sword.

Before Wang Li could wait to be happy, the pupil locked on Chen Jie's body suddenly shrank, and his face suddenly changed,

”False?”

At this time, Chen Jie's body, which was cut off by Wang Li's sword, did not gush out any trace of blood. Instead, it slowly faded and disappeared.

Without waiting for Wang Li to react, a golden fist slowly stretched out from behind to the front chest.

”Are you looking for me?”

A faint voice came from behind Wang Li, without any emotion.

But in Wang Li's opinion, the sound seems to come from Jiuyou hell. It makes people feel numb and sweat. It's just that Wang Li is bleeding.