parentshiftbook Chapter 831 Crazy Swordsman
Chapter 831 Crazy Swordsman
The young man smiled, unsheathed his iron sword, and the immortal sword array in his heart transformed into flying swords, smashing the flying swords into pieces and flying away.
The woman's face was ashen and she said, "Your cultivation level is not as good as mine."
Jiang Chen explained: "Because the swords are different, my sword is more spiritual than your swords. Of course it doesn't want to bully you with more swords.
As the saying goes, swords fight for one breath, and swordsmen fight for one breath, so they are naturally invincible. If people don't live up to expectations and swords don't live up to expectations, then naturally both people and swords will be bullied.
Therefore, between swordsmen and swords, there is always one who will be very successful.
The woman said: "It's a good argument, but a swordsman is useless. No matter how powerful the sword is, it doesn't matter!"
Jiang Chen said: "No matter how useless a swordsman is, he still has advantages in his hands.
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued: "So never anger a swordsman with a sword, because you cannot withstand the disaster caused by a crazy swordsman!"
It seems that he has already figured out how to hand over the sword!
Suddenly, the sun rises and everything wakes up.
A sword pierced the rest of the night, leaving only the sound of the sword in the world.
Where are the people? Everyone has lost their head and body! Where is the girl?
She has lost her soul.
Where is that young man?
He left with a sword to the west, not caring about the human world, because he was just an immortal who came to this human world as a guest.
The setting sun hangs in the sky, and the breeze is not right.
People's shadows are hidden under their feet, and they dare not face the sun above their heads. Just like Jiang Chen, he has been avoiding the world and the common people.
He is like a fallen leaf, drifting with the tide.
When the leaves fall, when will they return to their roots? That’s all, the leaves will never return to their roots!
A young man, an angry swordsman!
Night, silent night! Silent! Only the shadow of the sword unsheathed.
Blood is flowing, flowing again!
A pair of scarlet eyes and a blood-red sword.
An indifferent person, a warm corpse!
He killed people and became increasingly ruthless.
Just looking at the dim moonlight, the light that had been shrouded by the light of his sword, in an instant, dozens of people were killed, and those people's cultivation levels were actually strong men who were equal to or higher than him!
Cold, silent cold!
On this day, the smell of blood filled the air and pointed to the highest place in Kyoto. Someone came slowly, without any movement or sound.
He is like a ghost! No, he is a ghost!
A person even uglier than Xu Yuanchu.
Jiang Chen said: "Who are you? Is your face natural or injured?"
…Please give me flowers…
He Juxin smiled and said: "My name is He Juxin. As for my face, it's not that I was born with it. It was shaped like this by myself."
Jiang Chen took out the wine gourd and drank heavily. Finally, he pinned the wine bottle to his waist again and glanced at an inn four to five hundred meters away.
Jiang Chen slowly took out the iron sword, but there was no sword in his hand.
Why doesn't he have a sword?
How to kill dust without a sword!
Jiang Chen said calmly: "Are you a master of boxing? Or a sword? Forget it, no matter what, just be faster. I can't wait to kill you."
He Juxin smiled and stretched out his hands and said: "I don't hold a sword, I will kill you with this fist.
"Aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty?"
He Juxin laughed and said: "Don't be afraid, I will use your white robe to wipe away your blood!"
He Juxin moved, and punched out. The light of the fist was like thunder and lightning, and instantly set off a wave of air. Jiang Chen was blown away by the wind like a fallen leaf, and then [the fist fell like raindrops!
However, Jiang Chen's whole body shook, and a sharp black flying sword pierced the sky, heading straight for He Juxin's face. He was horrified. He really couldn't imagine how the flying sword could avoid the raindrop attack, and then reach into the bag to retrieve the object. What?.