"I'm just playing tricks on you, do you have any objections?"

Ling Jianchen looked mocking, as if he was watching a clown jumping.

The playful gaze made Han Jianfeng tremble slightly, and a sensual aura burst out from his body. Within ten feet of radius, the wind was filled with rage and the murderous intent was covered.

The dignified disciple of the Nine Swords Sect was played with, and was played with and applauded like a monkey.

His face turned blue and white and he was furious.

He stared at Ling Jianchen with cold eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Ling Jianchen, you are so good. No one has ever dared to insult me ​​like this. Today, if you hand over the body refining technique obediently, I can still consider only sterilizing your cultivation level and leaving you with a dog's life."

"Noisy."

Ling Jianchen shook his head, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "I have already said that I want to practice body and exercise my life to exchange for your life!"

After his perfection, "The Holy Body of the Yellow Spring" is comparable to the body refining techniques in the divine world. When it is practiced to the extreme, it can become a god in the body. Not to mention that such secret techniques are extremely precious, even if they are just one first-grade martial arts, Ling Jianchen cannot hand them over to Han Jianfeng.

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi

Han Jianfeng's face was gloomy and his steel teeth were clenched, making harsh friction sounds.

Buzz!

A sword light rose from behind him and turned into a silver rainbow. It was the silver sword behind him. The sword energy lasted forever, and the condensed sky sword never dissipated for a long time. A buzzing sword sound fell into Han Jianfeng's hand.

With a trembling wrist, a gorgeous sword flower swept up and shot towards Ling Jianchen: "You dare to bully me, today, I will destroy your cultivation first. Let's see if your bones can withstand my torture!"

A disagreement means killing someone.

The sharp sword energy above the sword edge showed no mercy. This was the sword of killing.

Ling Jianchen's eyes suddenly became cold: "If you can't force and tempt, will you force yourself to take advantage of the situation? I think you're just like this!"

"White Tiger Seal!"

"Four Elephants Seal" is a seal in Ling Jianchen's vast memory. This seal method is secretly combined with the Four Elephants, and it is printed with great momentum and powerful, and the true energy condenses into a ferocious white tiger.

A roaring angrily.

The lifelike white tiger pounced by in the form of a white tiger holding a corpse.

boom!

The white tiger slapped down with his claws and slapped the sword that swept over and flew out.

Han Jianfeng's pupils suddenly shrank: "What a strong seal technique, at least a fifth-grade advanced martial art. Who is this kid? Not only does he have such a masterful body refining technique, but he also masters such martial arts? But..."

The light in his eyes became particularly hot, and the greedy thoughts were lingering: "The stronger the martial arts you master, the better. When your cultivation is destroyed, I will force you to ask all of this. At that time, everything will be mine!"

Just think of this.

Han Jianfeng's body suddenly rotated, his toes pointed at the ground, and suddenly moved.

The whole body turned into a black light, and in an instant, it had arrived near Ling Jianchen.

"What a fast speed!"

"I am worthy of being a master of the Nine Swords Sect. The speed of such a body technique is not inferior to me!" A look of surprise flashed through the eyes of Zong Sihai, the leader of the Sihai Mercenary Group, and he subconsciously licked his lips.

He is a powerful man in the third level of King Wu. Han Jianfeng is only at the ninth level of the Wuling, but he can explode at a speed that is no less than his.

Such body skills are really enviable.

It's a pity...

The other party was a master of the Nine Swords Sect, so he would never dare to rob.

A hint of surprise appeared on Wei Ming's face; "Look, what is Ling Jianchen doing?"

Under the eyes of everyone.

Ling Jianchen looked calm, and his shoulders were slightly undulating, and his body suddenly became blurred. At the same time, the long sword in Han Jianfeng's hand had turned into a gorgeous sword shadow: "The peacock spreads its tail!"

It is the first move in "Peacock Sword Technique", one of the nine sword techniques of the Nine Sword Sect.

A large number of sword shadows, like peacocks on the open screen, enveloped Ling Jianchen.

Boom boom boom boom!

Within ten feet of radius where Ling Jianchen was, it was completely covered by the sword shadow. Within a roar, there were a stream of flying dust and sand. The dust and sand filled the sky, covering people's eyes.

"Hmph, my "Peacock Sword Technique" is only one step away from practicing to the perfect state. Even a strong man at the second level of the Martial King cannot avoid my sword!" Han Jianfeng looked proud.

However……

As soon as he finished speaking, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him: "Are you sure?"

"Um?"

Han Jianfeng's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously turned around. He saw Ling Jianchen appearing behind him at some point. He put his hands behind him, looking at him with a playful and frivolous look on his face.

"What, how is it possible? How did you avoid my sword?" Han Jianfeng felt a trace of cold sweat from his forehead, and he said in disbelief.

Ling Jianchen shrugged: "Although your "Peacock Sword Technique" is good, it focuses too much on creating momentum and ignores the essence of this sword technique. It can be said that you have gone astray on the road to practicing your "Peacock Sword Technique"!"

"Fart! Even the elders of the outer sect praised me for their "Peacock Sword Technique". How could they go astray?" Han Jianfeng said angrily with a blue face.

"Don't believe it?"

Ling Jianchen curled his lips, bent down and picked up a dead branch on the ground in front of him, waved it gently in his hand, and said, "Open your eyes wide and see clearly. This is the real "Peacock Sword Technique"!"

As he said, he slowly waved the branches and his movements were extremely slow.

Han Jianfeng was stunned and then sneered: "Idiot, is this the real "Peacock Sword Technique" you mentioned? It's ridiculous. "Peacock Sword Technique" is one of the nine sword techniques of my Nine Sword Sect. How can you master it?"

"Boss Shilong, look at Ling Jianchen's "Peacock Sword Technique"?" Zong Sihai frowned.

Shilong shook his head: "The Peacock Sword Technique focuses on speed. Look at his slow starting posture, he will definitely not... fuck..."

The Shining Dragon, who was just pointing out the country, suddenly widened his eyes.

I saw the seemingly slow branches in Ling Jianchen's hand suddenly disappeared. No, it was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to find.

Han Jianfeng naturally noticed the subtle changes. A death crisis enveloped his heart and widened his eyes: "How is this possible? I only felt this feeling when the core disciple of the inner sect, Senior Brother Nalan, used the "Peacock Sword Technique". Could it be this kid..."

The shock in my heart is not relieved.

The breath of death is coming.

Puff puff puff!

The shadows of branches appeared in front of him. Han Jianfeng tried to resist, but found that his sword could not keep up with the speed of the branch. He felt a burst of stinging pain coming from his body, thirty-six stinging pains. His body retreated more than ten steps before he stopped.

Puff puff puff!

A bunch of blood suddenly exploded on his body, and he knelt on the ground with two muffled sounds on his knees.
Chapter completed!