The Purple Lightning Sky Thunder Chain is a defensive magic weapon that is connected to the mind of the Dharma Master.
When Chen Zhe touched Jiang Xiaoqiao, she was willing in her heart, so she did not activate the power of the sky thunder. Of course, even if she was willing, the most critical step would still attract the sky thunder.
When Zhang Ze came over, she was quite reluctant, so the magic weapon was already protecting her before he even touched her.
After all, Zhang Ze is also from a family of practitioners. When the purple lightning thunder chain in Jiang Xiaoqiao's hand flashed, an extremely terrifying feeling of danger enveloped him. It seemed that in the sky, a pair of closed eyes finally opened up and stared coldly. Hold him.
He tried to hide, but was still struck by the power of the Heavenly Tribulation in the Purple Lightning Heavenly Thunder Chain.
Yama Wu Geng Heartbreak Lock felt that the magic weapon was being attacked, and immediately formed a circular white shield to protect Zhang Ze, blocking most of the power of the sky thunder.
Even so, Zhang Ze still felt that half of his body was paralyzed, and his whole body was blown away and hit the chimney of the steel furnace behind him.
Bang.
Zhang Ze fell heavily to the ground and looked at Jiang Xiaoqiao with a horrified expression: "How could this happen?"
Although the power of the purple electric sky thunder chain is not as exaggerated as the real sky thunder, it still has some characteristics of the sky thunder.
Heavenly thunder is the most just force in the world, and its most essential characteristic is: to eliminate evil and promote good.
Zhang Ze carried a heavy murderous evil, and the Purple Lightning Sky Thunder Chain immediately felt it, so it was much more powerful than when dealing with Chen Zhe. If it hadn't been for the Yan Luo Fifth Geng Heartbreaker Lock to block most of the power, I'm afraid Zhang Ze would have only one left. It's a pile of rubbish.
"I'm obviously wearing a purple lightning chain, why is that?"
Zhang Ze lowered his head and touched his wrist subconsciously.
Wow.
The silk threads on his bracelet were burned to ashes by the Purple Lightning Sky Thunder Chain and broke when touched. Countless small amethyst crystals fell to the ground and rolled everywhere.
"This is……"
Zhang Ze couldn't figure out what was going on.
Not only did he not understand, Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't understand either, but when she saw an amethyst that had been burned out of shape, she suddenly realized: "It turns out that your Purple Lightning Sky Thunder Chain is fake, haha."
Her heart dropped heavily, and Jiang Xiaoqiao smiled happily. She was scared and worried just now. She hoped to lose her virginity to Chen Zhe quickly, but was worried about losing her virginity to Zhang Ze.
She was extremely happy when she saw Zhang Ze's embarrassed look.
Chen Zhe asked the thief Liu Er to take away the Purple Lightning Sky Thunder Chain. The real one is still on the bedside table in Chen Zhe's bedroom. He didn't see Jiang Xiaoqiao during this time and didn't have time to tell her.
Zhang Ze glared at Jiang Xiaoqiao with a murderous look on his face, and Jiang Xiaoqiao closed his mouth.
He could still kill himself. The Purple Lightning Sky Thunder Chain could only protect her chastity, but not her life.
But...it's really funny.
"Pfft,"
Unable to hold it back, I laughed out loud again.
This smile could no longer be suppressed. Jiang Xiaoqiao was laughing like a happy child.
Zhang Ze was so angry that he wanted to kill her, but thinking of her physique with the blood of a mythical beast, he held back and turned back to glare at Chen Zhe who was building the foundation...
Jiang Xiaoqiao lost her smile and looked at Chen Zhe with worry and concern.
She knew that Zhang Ze could still kill Chen Zhe, but the result would be the same. Chen Zhe did not go crazy and die, but was killed by Zhang Ze.
"I'll take care of you after I kill him," Zhang Ze jumped off the steel furnace with a grin and looked at Chen Zhe carefully.
Now Chen Zhe has been cleansed and marrowed by the purest spiritual energy in the world, and his whole body exudes a clean and pure smell. As he breathes, it seems that a huge ancient beast is buried in his body.
Zheng.
A long sword was held in Zhang Ze's hand. Although he knew that Chen Zhe had no ability to resist now, he still walked over step by step vigilantly.
"Chen Zhe, be careful, he has passed," Jiang Xiaoqiao shouted.
Zhang Ze turned around and glanced at her gloomily: "It's useless to remind him. Chen Zhe will still die in my hands."
Jiang Xiaoqiao's heart was tightly grasped.
A practitioner is most vulnerable when he is building the foundation, because he has no way to control himself and his body, and has no ability to resist.
In general cultivation sects, when a disciple is about to build a foundation, the master will prepare an absolutely safe place in advance.
Walking five or six meters away from Chen Zhe, the pressure of the soul became stronger and stronger. Zhang Ze even wondered if Chen Zhe continued to practice like this, whether there would be a great cultivator in the spiritual world.
However, it is impossible now.
Zhang Ze took a deep breath, his eyes full of murderous intent: "You little bastard, you want me to do it myself,"
A sword hit Chen Zhe's head hard.
With one strike of the sword, Chen Zhe's head blossomed. After this kind of overestimating person disappeared, no one would dare to compete with him for Jiang Xiaoqiao. After practicing double cultivation, his cultivation level skyrocketed. He might be able to get his father's approval and ascend to the Methodist Path. The position of the head of the sect.
The feeling of unifying the practice world with just one command...
Zhang Ze woke up from his fantasy. The sword had struck less than three inches above Chen Zhe's head, and Chen Zhe slowly raised his left hand.
He can move.
Zhang Ze was horrified, what kind of Taoist method was this? He had never heard of any practitioner who could fight back while building a foundation.
However, Zhang Ze still had a proud look on his face. How could you stop me despite your slow movements?
Zhang Ze stared at Chen Zhe's hand warily, but found that his sword... was even slower than Chen Zhe's hand, as slow as a snail.
Go faster, go faster, and I will cut you in half with one sword.
Zhang Ze roared loudly and poured all his true energy into the flying sword in his hand. The sword glowed brightly and buzzed, looking like he was excited and thirsty for blood.
This is also a good flying sword of the Methodist sect. Although there are many in the Methodist sect, it is also considered a good magic weapon in the general practice sects.
Chen Zhe's hand and Zhang Ze's sword are both in slow motion, and each is slower than the other, as if they are competing to see who is slower.
This scene was extremely ridiculous, but Jiang Xiaoqiao couldn't help but smile. Her charming eyes widened. Although she didn't know what was going on, she understood that Chen Zhe had another way to resist Zhang Ze.
"If you can escape this time, I am willing to fast for three years..." she said softly.
Zhang Ze pressed the sword down with all his strength, and the scar on his forehead popped out. He used all his strength, but the sword was still as leisurely as walking, and he pressed it down inch by inch.
Whoosh.
Chen Zhe closed his eyes and concentrated. He raised his left hand and pointed an index finger at Zhang Ze.
The Yin Qi roared, like a giant beast opening its mouth and roaring. Zhang Ze fell into an ice cellar and flew backwards again, hitting the steel furnace behind.
The white light of Yama's heart-breaking lock disappeared again, protecting Zhang Ze's body from injury.
clang,.
The steel furnace shook hard. It had been left there for too long, and the dust on it flew down and fell on Zhang Ze, making him look disgraced and embarrassed.
This is obviously a very advanced Taoist method, how could he do it?
Why can he resist me when he is building a foundation?
Why is he protected by heaven and earth, and his aura is stronger than mine?
I'm not willing to give in.
"I am the proud son of heaven in the true spiritual world. My father is the head of the Methodist sect. Whether it is a superb Taoist method, spiritual energy, or a woman with the blood of a mythical beast like Jiang Xiaoqiao, all should be mine,"
Zhang Ze's face was blood red, he roared and rushed over, stabbing him with his sword.
This time his sword was like thunder, powerful and incredibly fast.
Can he block it?
Jiang Xiaoqiao closed her eyes subconsciously, she would not be able to bear it if Chen Zhe died in front of her.
Not hearing Zhang Ze's proud voice, he roared and roared, with a sense of impatience and unwillingness in his voice. Jiang Xiaoqiao opened his eyes again and was stunned...
Zhang Ze stabbed Chen Zhe in the throat.
Chen Zhe flicked his finger halfway, and the sword swung far away. Zhang Ze turned around and used Chen Zhe's finger strength to sweep Chen Zhe's neck with his sword. Chen Zhe flicked his finger upward, and the sword was flicked away again. Fly upward.
Zhang Ze slashed down with his sword, and Chen Zhe, who was sitting on the ground, flicked it again.
As the son of the Methodist leader, Zhang Ze must be quite capable.
The sword is drawn out, the sword is retracted to take advantage of the situation, the sword is drawn out again, and the sword is blocked.
Zhang Ze's sword lights intertwined into a curtain of light, covering Chen Zhe's body, but Chen Zhe resolved each sword blow with a flick.
Jiang Xiaoqiao was stunned: How could he be so powerful?
Zhang Ze's sword technique is a unique method of Methodism. It is mainly about the word "quick", and every time the sword comes into contact with the enemy, it can use the opponent's strength and add it to his next move. The longer the fight, the more advantages he will gain. .
At the beginning, Zhang Ze's sword power could still be seen. After more than a dozen swords, Yi's sword was glowing brightly, and it was no longer clear. Finally, Zhang Ze's arm seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving only the fluctuation of true energy.
He is faster than Chen Zhe.
Zhang Ze leaped forward and back, turned around with his sword, and had a wide range of movement. He went all out with every sword strike, with the determination to kill.
Every time, Chen Zhe would flick the sword three inches before it reached his body, as if he was chasing away flies.
This feeling almost made Zhang Ze so angry that he vomited blood.
Without knowing their positions, outsiders would think that the two of them were trying out tricks.
To be able to do what Chen Zhe is, he must either be extremely familiar with Zhang Ze's swordsmanship, or he must be highly skilled... then how strong he needs to be.
Zhang Ze kept roaring angrily, his eyes were blood red, like a madman.
Chen Zhe closed his eyes and concentrated, with a relaxed expression and a smile on his lips.
One goes all out, the other is calm and relaxed.
Jiang Xiaoqiao's beautiful eyes were shining with light, and her gaze was firmly fixed on Chen Zhe. At this time, the little brother was so handsome, and I was so discerning.
Zhang Ze couldn't kill Chen Zhe, and Chen Zhe couldn't kill Zhang Ze.
But Zhang Ze saw Chen Zhe's expression becoming more and more relaxed, and knew that he had reached the most critical moment of foundation building. His heart became more and more urgent, and his swordsmanship lost its lightness and beauty, became a bit sluggish, and was not as smooth as he wanted.
No, my swordsmanship is not like this.
Zhang Ze's sword technique is to use the enemy's strength to attack the enemy. Each time he borrows a point, he becomes stronger and stronger. He can only dodge, but cannot parry.
But Chen Zhe didn't use his strength either. He was also borrowing Zhang Ze's strength.
Zhang Ze was not a fool. He suddenly thought: "This little bastard is building the foundation now. He can't use any strength at all."
Zhang Ze took a step forward and pushed towards Chen Zhe. His swordsmanship suddenly changed.
Pierce the sword through the chest and advance straight into the palace, abandoning all fancy tricks and just aiming to kill the enemy with one blow.
An extremely powerful suction force made Zhang Ze take a step forward unconsciously...
Bang.
He was hit in the ribs by Chen Zhe again, and Yan Luo's heart-breaking locks flashed again to protect Zhang Ze's body.
Zhang Ze was shot into a pile of iron filings like a shooting star. He groaned in pain, and his whole body was scraped with blood from the debris of iron wires and nails.
"Good brother, you fought well," Jiang Xiaoqiao laughed.
Her voice was heard by Zhang Ze, as if she was deliberately sarcastic about Zhang Ze's incompetence. He turned to glare at Jiang Xiaoqiao, ignored Chen Zhe, and walked towards Jiang Xiaoqiao.