"Chen'er!" The bald man accidentally attacked and palmed. Seeing the boy in white about to get into trouble, he exclaimed suddenly from the mouth of the middle-aged man in black. Then, he took a step out of the foot, and his figure moved in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the boy in white. △↗

"roar--"

Almost at the same time, I heard a roar of a kirin. I suddenly saw a hot fire. A blood-colored sword snatched out of the blood-colored flame light. As Jiang Chen stepped out, the blood of the sword was connected, and suddenly, the blood of the sword turned into a blood-colored light, passing through the sky.

The middle-aged man in black was extremely fast. After a moment of breathing, he grabbed the shoulder of the boy in white and moved him back several feet out of thin air. Then, the blood sword passed by, accompanied by a "puff" sound, and the blood splattered and threw it into the air.

When the bald man fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. The palm he had just tried hard to push the boy in white, but the only distance left was like a natural barrier that could never be crossed, cutting off his life and death.

"You dare to kill the people from our World Club, don't you want to live?" Seeing the bald man die, the World Club members were stunned and frightened.

"I'm wrong, it's not that I don't want to live anymore, but that you should die." Jiang Chen responded to them with a chuckle. Then, a burst of fire suddenly appeared, and a huge murderous intent swept across the sky like a sky. Then, Chi Lin's most bloodthirsty sharp sword light. The sword light passed by, ruthlessly crossed the human body, causing blood to splash. In the air, it was flying indiscriminately, strange and ferocious!

"Escape!" As soon as we met, most of the people were killed. The remaining members of the World Association Gang were left with this thought, but they were shocked and found that their bodies seemed to be bound by an invisible force. Immediately afterwards, a blood-colored sword, with a scorching light, cut through their bodies, and brought out a burst of blood, sprinkling into the sky. In the endless fear, a series of shrill screams echoed in the wind at dusk, which was heartbreaking.

"Young man, please show mercy!" The middle-aged man in black who rescued the young man in white shouted quickly. However, he was still one step late. When he shouted, the last member of the Tianxia Association had already fallen under Jiang Chen's sword and turned into a corpse.

Returning the sword to the sheath, he slowly turned around, ignoring the killing information that was constantly passing through his mind. Jiang Chen looked directly at the middle-aged man in black and said, "Are you also from the World Club?"

"No." The middle-aged man in black shook his head and said, "I just think it's not difficult to drive them away with your martial arts, Young Master, so why do you have to do such a tough move?"

"Because they deserve to die." Jiang Chen sneered, then looked at the sword in the white-clothed hand and sighed: "What a shame, what a sword of righteousness in the world." As he spoke, he shouted at the people who had already been frightened and frightened by the fleeing people, "You shouldn't leave!"

"Let's go." Although they knew that Jiang Chen saved him and others, looking at Jiang Chen's fierce appearance when he killed someone, the people were scared to death and wanted to thank him, but they didn't dare to. When they heard Jiang Chen's shouting again, they subconsciously left, but they didn't dare to stop at all.

Jiang Chen was going to leave, but he stayed because he had met the people he was going to Leyang Town.

The young man in white waited until the people left safely before he asked politely: "Senior, why did you say it's a pity when you talked about the sword in my hand just now?"

"The hero is old and the sword spirit has been lost." As Jiang Chen spoke, his eyes stared straight at the middle-aged man in black with a burning heat: "Senior Wuming, do you think so?"

Wuming, Wuming, martial arts myth, Tianjian Wuming, he is the person Jiang Chen wants to meet in Leyang Town. This legendary master who once defeated the sword saint and killed with one person is almost wiped out by the ten major sects in the Central Plains. Even though he has disappeared from the world for ten years, he is still remembered by countless people and still makes countless people frightened!

"The young man is afraid he has recognized the wrong person. Wuming has been dead for many years. I am just a nameless person without a surname." The middle-aged man in black said calmly: "As for the heroic sword spirit, I think that as long as there is still a trace of righteousness in the world, the heroic sword spirit will never disappear."

Jiang Chen sneered: "The person holding the sword is no longer a hero. How can the sword in his palm be called a hero again?" As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force and his energy was shocked. The young man in white could not hold the sword in his hand. He could only hear a long roar. The sword jumped in the air, as if he was spiritual, and suddenly threw it into the hands of the middle-aged man in black.

"Huh?" With a deep thought, the middle-aged man in black took the sword in his hand. In an instant, the sword sounded a long time, and the sword body kept trembling, as if he wanted to tell something.

"Are you not Wuming in your hand?" Jiang Chen sighed: "What a pity, even if you are Wuming, you cannot stop the disappearance of the heroic sword spirit. Within ten years, the heroic sword will be broken and unstoppable."

Wuming was speechless. He looked at the heroic sword in his hand, and before he could feel that he heard the whine of the sword. Is the heroic sword spirit really dead?

"Do you know why the heroic sword spirit died?" He didn't intend to give Wuming a chance to disturb the gods. Jiang Chen immediately sneered and then asked and answered: "It's not because you killed the masters of the top ten sects, nor because you have withdrawn from the world...but because you let go of the Japanese pirate army that invaded Shanhaiguan. In the future, they will definitely make a comeback, putting the Central Plains Shenzhou in danger, and even more because you have lost the enterprising spirit that a hero should have. The swordsman has lost his heart, how can the sword survive alone?"

Upon hearing this, Wuming was surprised for a moment. He did not expect that Jiang Chen would say such words. It was just that the belief that Jiang Chen had recognized and adhered to was not shaken by Jiang Chen's words. He frowned slightly, and then he replied: "The young hero's words may be correct, but they are too much. As the saying goes, forgive others if you have to......"

"Ha!" Although Jiang Chen had expected this, when the incident came, he couldn't help but chuckled, interrupted Wuming's words, and turned to speak and asked, "Wuming, do you want to know, how your wife died?"

"Hmm?!" After hearing this, Wuming couldn't help but tremble for it, and was touched by the deepest wound in his heart. Any detachment would also fall into a devil.

"Come on the fight, defeat me, I will tell you the real murderer who killed your wife back then!" Jiang Chen spoke coldly, with a hint of madness in his words, and suddenly a little fire suddenly appeared, a terrifying aura condensed, bursting out from his body, and faintly, there was a terrifying roar of strange beasts.

"Since that's the case, I'm as you wish." Wuming felt the momentum bursting out from Jiang Chen's body. He responded in a deep voice. Then, the heroic sword in his hand buzzed, as if he had come alive. His sword intent was majestic and could ignite the storm of heaven and earth.

"Very good, let's not talk nonsense, let's do it now!" Jiang Chen smiled grimly on his face, and flames surged around him, and he took a step forward, and had already crossed more than ten feet away, and came to Wuming's body. With his hand raised, Chi Lin unsheathed and rushed to Wuming's throat with a sword.

Before the sword was reached, the sword energy was pouring out, and it was already the first to break through the air. Seeing this, the young man in white was shocked. Although Jiang Chen's sword was attacking his master, even though he was outside the battle circle, he felt like he was falling into a sea of ​​fire and hell at this moment.

"Zheng——"

Feeling the powerful sword from Jiang Chen, Wuming did not dare to be negligent. He took a step forward, and a ripple spread rapidly from his feet, as if the entire space was shaking. Then, a sword intent was ruthlessly derived, and the hero's sword suddenly attacked.

The hero, Chilin, and the divine weapon of the holy weapon, could only hear a sharp "clang" sound, and the two swords confronted each other, and the terrible power burst out, as if in a moment, it was like the flow of light of thousands of years, sweeping across layers. When the two masters met, they fought for thousands of times, but the endless murderous intent was condensed in one move.

This is the real confrontation between masters. The victory or defeat of life and death is actually just one side. Strong or weak, life and death, victory and loss can all be concluded!
Chapter completed!