"Good boy, do you think that just because you were lucky enough to defeat Zhang Jing, you can fight me? You are too arrogant!"

Zhang Chongde saw that Ling Jianchen was not afraid of him at all, but instead came forward with excitement on his face, anger surging on his face.

Zhang Jing also came to his senses at this time, and roared with a ferocious face: "Third uncle, you cripple him for me, I will cut him into pieces with my own hands!"

He is a genius in Zhangjiazhuang.

He has enjoyed the attention of everyone since he was a child, and few people of his age can compare to him.

All I got was praise and smooth sailing.

But now...

Ling Jianchen was obviously several years younger than him, but he defeated him with one blow, which made him lose face. He just felt that Ling Jianchen was his pillar of shame, and he must be killed at all costs, with his blood and life.

Come and wash away your humiliation.

Zhang Chongde looked proud: "Don't worry, within three moves, I will definitely defeat him and leave him to your disposal!"

"You want to destroy me? You are not qualified!"

Ling Jianchen raised the corner of his mouth.

The long sword flew across the sky and struck out with lightning speed: "Raikiri!"

rumble!

The sword is like a strong wind, with the power to cut through hundreds of leaves.

When the swords collided, a ball of dazzling sparks burst out, and where the two swords clashed, a strong wind blew behind them.

Wow!

The strong wind whipped up the grass, and the grass beneath their feet was peeled away.

"How is it possible? This boy is on par with my third uncle?"

"The sword technique he just performed seems familiar!"

"This, this seems to be Lingjiazhuang's "Three Strikes of Thunder". I have seen it before..."

Everyone's exclamations echoed in the valley.

One of them looked at Ling Jianchen carefully, suddenly realized, and exclaimed: "I know who he is, he is Ling Jianchen, the genius of Lingjiazhuang."

"What? It's actually Ling Jianchen? Hasn't he already had his martial spirit disabled and beaten to death by the leader of the Tianlong Gang? How could it be him?" Zhang Jing looked at Ling Jianchen in shock.

The number one genius in Sanyan Town, the owner of the third-grade orange martial spirit, and the leader of the Tianlong Gang were all personally recruited.

How could he not know?

In shock.

The facial features on Zhang Jing's face became more and more distorted, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "So what if it's Ling Jianchen? If you dare to provoke me, Zhangjiazhuang, you will die." Zhang Jing yelled, "Third uncle, this is the end of the road.

The son is Ling Jianchen of Lingjiazhuang, and he dares to pretend to be dead to deceive the leader of the Tianlong Gang. If he is killed, he will definitely be rewarded by the Tianlong Gang!"

"Are you Ling Jianchen?"

Zhang Chongde was also shocked, his eyes were cold, he stared at Ling Jianchen, and said with a ferocious smile, "I didn't expect you to survive and break through to the true essence realm. It's a pity that you met me today. I will kill you later."

Carry the head on your neck and go to the Tianlong Gang to receive the reward!"

"You can't take my head away yet!"

Ling Jianchen raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed, and his arms suddenly exerted force, "Thunder and resolute!"

Rumble!

Thunder roared above the long sword, and the sword breathed out, surging and sharp.

The sword energy slashed down one after another, making a rumbling sound, with the force of thundering the world, and struck the long sword in Zhang Chongde's hand more than ten times in succession. The sound of banging was endless, forcing Zhang Chongde to step back one after another, with shock and anger in his eyes.

Jiao Jia: "I didn't expect you to have mastered the third form of "Three Strikes of Thunder". If you had Ling Tieshan's cultivation level, I'm afraid the person who drinks hatred today is really me. It's a pity that you have just broken through to the True Yuan realm, and you are definitely not

My opponent."

"Who said I just broke through to the True Yuan Realm?" Ling Jianchen smiled playfully.

"Um?"

Zhang Chongde was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

I saw that the aura on Ling Jianchen's body continued to rise.

The first level of the True Essence Realm.

The second level of the True Essence Realm.

The third level of True Element Realm!

The powerful aura was no weaker than Zhang Chongde's, making his voice tremble: "How, how, how is it possible? You, you are actually at the third level of the True Yuan Realm? How can you be so strong just now?"

"As you said before, there are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. You can only blame yourself for having too little knowledge."

Ling Jianchen stood proudly, with piercing eyes like torches, and said coldly, "Zhang Chongde, you and I know very well that this valley is an ownerless land. I came here first to kill the purple lin blood python, and this valley belongs to me.

The territory of Lingjiazhuang. But as soon as you came here, you confused right and wrong, falsely accusing me of trespassing on your ancestral land of Zhangjiazhuang. You even wanted to kill me indiscriminately, but I have never taken the initiative to provoke you from the beginning to the end. All of this has

It’s you who forced me. If God does evil, you can do it. If you do evil on your own, you can’t live!”

"The first style of the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword - the killing style!"

Ling Jianchen suddenly changed his moves.

The blade of the fine iron sword in his hand turned and slashed out three sharp bloody sword auras at once.

Boom boom boom!

Three sword energy burst out in succession.

"Damn it, stop me!" Zhang Chongde opened his eyes angrily and raised his sword to meet him, "Snow is flying with one sword!"

The snowflake-like sword energy is colorful.

However……

Facing Ling Jianchen's violent attack, those snowflake-like sword energy exploded one after another, unable to stop it at all. Zhang Chongde's face became even more ugly, blood flashed across his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Flying snow, violent wind.

One sword!"

Wow!

The strong wind burst out from the long sword, forming a long column of sword energy like a roller, which was mixed with pieces of snowflakes and the sword energy swept towards it.

"Well done, behead me!"

Ling Jianchen was not afraid and became more courageous as he fought.

Wherever the long sword goes, it will go anywhere, and it will be invincible!

boom!

The storm sword energy exploded, and the sharp blade of the long sword slashed directly on the tip of the sword. There was a loud bang, and the entire long sword exploded. As the blade fell, pieces of broken iron flew everywhere, and poof

With a muffled sound, a stream of blood arrows shot out, and Zhang Chongde's right arm was broken at shoulder level and flew high into the sky.

"ah……"

Zhang Chongde screamed repeatedly, covered his broken arm, and backed away violently.

"Where to go!"

Ling Jianchen's cold eyes flashed, and he stepped on the top of the grass. The "Blood Shadow No Trace" movement technique turned into three phantoms, and was deployed at twice the speed. In an instant, he caught up with Zhang Chongde, and the long knife in his hand struck back.

Turning, the blade was level and slashed towards Zhang Chongde's head.

"My life is at risk!"

Zhang Chongde closed his eyes in despair.

But just when the sword was about to cut off his head, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the air, and hit Ling Jianchen's fine iron sword with a clang. The arrow was extremely fast and powerful, making Ling Jianchen's arms feel slightly

With a flicker, the blade deflected and only cut off one of Zhang Chongde's left arms.

Ling Jianchen took advantage of the situation and turned over in the air, landing on Zhang Chongde's chest. He squinted his eyes and looked up in the direction of the arrow.

That was a young man in black robe.

His eyes were like real fire, there was a red mole between his eyebrows, he was holding a large silver horn bow, his stern eyes fell on Ling Jianchen, and he said lightly: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to attack people from my Zhangjiazhuang, you will

There is only one way to die. Now, immediately, let Uncle San go, cut off his arms, and I will spare your life!"

Arrogant, domineering, confident, arrogant!

"It's Master Zhang Yihu!"

"Hahaha, Ling Jianchen is dead now!"

"He is a genius at the fifth level of the True Yuan Realm. If he takes action, Ling Jianchen will definitely die!"

Zhang Jing and others exclaimed with joy.

Ling Jianchen licked the corner of his mouth, stared at Zhang Yihu, and said, "It is said that there are two geniuses in Zhangjiazhuang. The eldest, Zhang Yilong, is known as the Junzi Sword, and is now the Blood Sword Guard of the Tianlong Gang. The second brother, Zhang Yihu, is known as the Divine Arrow. When I saw him today,
To be continued...