Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

In this way, the chances of him successfully delaying the time and waiting for the rescue of the prison chief will be great.

With his ability, facing eighth-rank martial arts, at least he can last for a while.

"Take me away by force, and you will die as well."

Fang Haiping was no longer intimidated by his words, and he drew his sword to release the sword energy.

"Spiral Sword Qi, Suo!"

In an instant, a spiral sword energy rolled towards Chen Yanjun's body from all directions.

The sword energy brought up the bamboo leaves, forming a whistling sword-pressed tornado.

Chen Yanjun was calm.

To deal with higher-level monks, his only way of fighting right now is: resonance.

Listen to the sword spirit.

The five spirits are united into one, and it is intended to be in the gaseous state of the spiritual pressure.

Compress the dantian and pull the spiritual pressure to the limit.

Drive the five spirits with energy, and swing out with one sword!

Only a sharp whistle was heard.

whoosh-

A crack suddenly appeared on the side of the spiral sword energy.

Obviously it was only a small opening, but a vibrating spiritual pressure spread rapidly.

Not only spread to the entire spiral sword aura, but also spread to Fang Haiping's dantian along the direction of the sword aura.

Fang Haiping was so frightened that he hurriedly avoided.

After avoiding it, I realized that the oscillating spiritual pressure was very weak.

"I overestimated Junior Brother Chen!"

Although Chen Yanjun's resonance did not completely destroy the spiral-shaped sword energy, it made waves in the tornado sword energy, causing the gap to expand rapidly.

He took the opportunity to escape with a leap, and quickly ran down the mountain.

This sword gave Chen Yanjun ten breaths of respite.

Fang Haiping reacted and quickly caught up.

Turning over and leaping, a sword fell from the top of Chen Yanjun's head.

At the same time, he drew out a palm with eighth grade spiritual pressure and hid it behind his back.

Both of them are martial arts masters, and their body skills are excellent.

Fang Haiping's sword was very fast, and he jumped from top to bottom again, occupying a favorable terrain.

If Chen Yanjun dodged easily, it would be easy to get a chasing palm.

Immediately, the spiritual pressure was fully drawn, and the sword was attached with the spiritual power of the gold system, and the sword that was pierced aside with one sword.

The opponent's palm fell.

Chen Yanjun had expected it a long time ago, and without flinching, he slapped his palm.

boom--

With this palm, Chen Yanjun's spiritual pressure increased nearly ten times in an instant, and his Huajin was not much worse than that of the eighth rank.

With just one palm, he knocked the opponent onto the bamboo tip.

Fang Haiping is like the wind stepping on bamboo, as light as nothing.

"Junior Brother Chen's resonance is amazing, but unfortunately I have seen through it...Junior Brother Chen really only has a ninth-rank cultivation, so I feel relieved."

Chen Yanjun's palm exploded blood too hard, he quickly swallowed the Junling Pill to recover his blood.

Fang Haiping directly filled up the spiritual pressure, and jumped down again.

This time, he didn't make any preparations, and he couldn't tell if it was a sword, a palm, or a fist.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, after this guy was sure that he only had a ninth-rank cultivation, he probably felt that it was impossible to have such a weak internal response, so he decided to kill someone.

He can only run away.

However, the opponent's speed and strength were obviously a little bit sharper, and he was a lot more passive all of a sudden.

He had no choice but to retreat again and again, trying to dodge with snake skin and anticipating the enemy first, but he couldn't escape completely, so he could only circle around in one place.

at this time--

The opponent suddenly slapped his palm horizontally, and a very strange gust of wind blew out, throwing him to the ground.

Chen Yanjun was dumbfounded.

It is impossible for an eighth-rank martial artist to make such a big movement with just his hands, but it seems like...

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Haiping followed a sword down and stabbed Chen Yanjun in the lower abdomen!

Chen Yanjun instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the blade.

Blood trickles down the blade...

Transform the strength, let the joints and the sword body clank.

The gold-type imperial spirit forcibly penetrated into the sword body in the form of blood.

The spiritual pressure was full, and the blade of the sword suddenly shook, and a resonance was transmitted into Fang Haiping's body.

This move resonated, and instantly caused the opponent's palm to hang in the air!

Fang Haiping dodged Chen Yanjun's resonating sword before, thinking that the power was weak...

Chen Yanjun didn't miss the opportunity of the opponent's moment of stiffness, he held the sword in his right hand, and used the gold-type spiritual pressure to fully draw the sharpness of the sword.

The distance was too close to stab Fang Haiping's dantian, so he held the sword sideways and slashed at Fang Haiping's neck.

brush--

Fang Haiping's head fell to the ground!

When you wipe your neck, your head will fall off?

Chen Yanjun turned his head and saw that Fang Haiping's head fell to the ground, and turned into carrion and dust in a blink of an eye.

Looking back, Fang Haiping's headless body gradually twisted and squirmed in the dim light and shadow, with wings more than ten feet wide stretching out from his back, his body and limbs turned into a huge leopard body...

——It was actually a headless gu wither!

Shocked, but there was no time to be shocked, Chen Yanjun followed up with a sword and stabbed Gu Qiao's abdomen.

As a result, his sword with all his strength didn't even break the skin of Gu Zhuo's softest belly...

Gu Zhuo burst out a seventh-grade spiritual pressure in an instant!

Fang Haiping's sword fell to the side, Gu Zhuo raised his sharp claws and stabbed at Chen Yanjun's dantian.

History repeats itself...

Chen Yanjun never expected that he would die at the hands of the mobs that had repelled him when he just crossed over.

He can't die!

Right now, he can barely block a claw with the horizontal sword, but his entire waist may be cut off by the sword.

Even if Ping Jiange blocks this claw, the other claw will soon follow!

If he can't take the opportunity to counter-kill Gu Zhuo and just defend, he will definitely die.

If Dantian gets a claw, he may not die.

But if he can take the opportunity to use the natal sword through the air, insert it into Gu's empty neck, and enter the body with the sword, then it will be a different situation.

With this in mind, Chen Yanjun simply gave up his defense and raised his hand and threw out his natal sword.

Facing the sword in the air, the sword rose sharply, then fell again, directly piercing Gu's neck with Kongluo!

Suddenly, a gust of evening wind blows...

"Ok?"

His falling sword was hanging in the air with a clatter.

At the same time, the Gu withered leopard claws that should have pierced his lower abdomen in advance hung in the air, making a crisp sound that almost collapsed...

Sword Qi came with the evening wind.

There was only a rustling female voice mixed with the aroma of bad wine, lingering in the bamboo forest.

"If you do this, I will lose an important specimen of a strange beast at the same time... and a handsome brother-in-law."

Chen Yanjun looked up abruptly.

A tall, handsome figure of a woman raised her hand to hold the hilt of the sword that fell towards Gu Qiao's neck.

Those eyes, which were as clear as sword light and chaotic as wine, seemed to be able to shine at night.

"Why don't you come later and let your brother-in-law perform how to strangle Gu Qiao with residual blood?"

The voice just fell-

Boom!

Gu Zhuo knew that he was defeated by Murong Ye, so he blew himself up on the spot.

However, he was wrapped in the middle by the sword energy coming from all directions and crushed into a ball of flesh and blood.

Afterwards, Murong Ye was included in the space kit.

Chen Yanjun only saw the gu wither explode, but did not hear the sound of the explosion, which meant that the vibration of the air was suppressed by the sword's pressure.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, but there was no blood stain at all.

This woman is a million points stronger...

Another shocking question is that Gu Zhuo actually has something to do with Huang Chao!

Is Fang Haiping possessed by Gu Jiao, or is he the true deity of Gu Jiao?

Things gradually became a little more complicated.

Murong Ye put away the kit, took off the flagon from the hilt of the sword, raised his head and drank heavily, to get rid of the strange beast's smell.

"Being able to blew himself up in front of me, it seems that there are top beast masters in the Imperial College."

Chen Yanjun was speechless, what Versailles said...

He jumped up and suddenly asked suspiciously:

"Shouldn't you be here earlier?"

Murong Ye was slightly startled, since Chen Yanjun found out, she had no choice but to confess.

She came, but she was sleeping on a bamboo branch.

"If you honestly followed the pre-transformation Gu wither just now, we might have made great achievements."

"...You really came early!"

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, if he had known that Murong Ye had come, he wouldn't care about rushing into the tiger's den.

"The Prison Officer is only less than ten miles away from the Guozijian, so I think it would be difficult to come later."

Murong Ye added.

Looking at Chen Yanjun again, he actually entangled with the seventh-rank Gu with the power of the ninth rank for half a quarter of an hour, and his physical skills were not much worse than her back then!

Suddenly, she remembered what she said just now.

"What is the meaning of Heavenly King Gaidihu...how should I answer the next sentence?"

Pagoda Town River Demon!

Chen Yanjun patted the bamboo leaves and dirt off his body.

The night was already dark, and there were no stars in the bamboo forest, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

He couldn't see Murong Ye's face clearly, but could only smell the faint fragrance of wine saliva.