When Jian Fengchen stumbled onto the battlefield with red eyes and looked at the monk Ximo in front of him with murderous aura, the monk touched his head awkwardly and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, donor, you are too anxious. This is not a fight with donor."

"Uh..." It was not until now that Jian Fengchen realized that he had gone to the second game, not the first game, but the white-clothed disciple from Tianjian Sect below watched the joke that Jian Fengchen made coldly.

He jumped out of the situation in embarrassment, and Chen Han and Jiang Feng all turned around, with an expression that I didn't recognize him.

Jian Fengchen was so unfair, thinking to himself: If you hadn't scared me like this, I wouldn't have looked at me, and I would have rushed up suddenly.

Following Jiang Feng and the others, after turning the corner, everyone suddenly heard a burst of fists and kicks, and a roar.

"I said why are you so stupid, you are so stupid."

"If you want to fight, you have to wait until those two people are seriously injured. After killing each other, you go up and get the bargain. It's stupid..."

Listening to these tone, there were bursts of thrilling fists and kicks, and Jian Fengchen's sad screams, everyone around felt a little furious. Could it be that Jian Fengchen grew up under such environmental conditions?

But as the screams became weaker and weaker, everyone was wondering whether Jian Fengchen could participate in the following competition again, but they saw him walking out with a look of nothing wrong. Apart from the bruises on the corners of his mouth, he was not seriously injured.

It was precisely because of his shouting that these people gave up the competition of the main master for half. On the field, the disciple of Tianjianmen, Jian Guang, entered the dragon, was the yang and the tyrannical strong, and was very brave and suppressed the monks in the Western Desert step by step.

A golden bowl floating above the monk's head, with extremely powerful defenses. A layer of Buddha light scattered to block the sword lights with extremely powerful attack power.

The layers of Buddha statues and Buddhist scriptures above are rising and falling, and occasionally a Buddha light shines over. Although it seems to be gentle, it has extremely powerful attack power, which makes the battle platform rumbling sounds.

The nine styles of the Heavenly Sword are extremely exquisite. Although the monk in Ximo has a profound cultivation level, he is not as good as the young genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect. After the 3600th stroke of the two, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect finally broke the defense with one move and were defeated on the battlefield on the spot.

The sword was closed, and the movements of standing were smooth and smooth, very standard, like an ancient pine standing on the stage, staring at Jian Fengchen, with endless fighting spirit in his eyes.

A big hole broke into the monk below the stage, and the extremely powerful sword energy kept destroying his body functions in his body. The golden blood in his body kept flowing out, and he could not stop it.

Just when a huge fluctuation of Buddha power appeared in the air, Jian Fengchen walked over and pressed his hand behind the monk. The golden black magic power rushed into the monk's body. After a while, a white sword energy was wrapped by the golden black Yin and Yang magic power and flew out.

Jian Fengchen opened his mouth and swallowed the white sword energy wrapped in the power of yin and yang in one mouthful. Then he looked at the battle platform, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

When he saw Jian Fengchen, he swallowed his sword energy in an instant, and the will contained in it was directly destroyed, and he attached more importance to this enemy in his heart.

"Amitabha, thank you for your help." After the sword energy in the monk's body was removed by Jiang Feng, the injuries in his body quickly recovered. He stood up, expressed his gratitude to Jian Fengchen, and took the initiative to give up the second competition.

In this way, the second afternoon game became a competition between Jian Fengchen and the disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

"Beat that guy hard in the afternoon. Your master beats the ancestor of his sect. He will definitely be in trouble for you. If you don't work harder, beat him hard and come down and be careful of being beaten." Chen Han said as a tongue twister to cheer Jian Fengchen up and threatened.

"Uncle Master, don't worry, I know what to do." Jian Fengchen rubbed the corner of his mouth. The bruises had long disappeared at this time, but he was afraid of their previous methods. It was not a fake blow, it just didn't hurt him, but the pain and other shells were real, so he screamed so miserably.

White clouds are swaying, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the power of the sun in the air fills the world, giving people a very hot feeling. Of course, this amount of heat seems insignificant to the monks.

A sword rainbow crossed the sky, leaving a white sword energy in the air that had not dissipated for a long time. The surrounding spaces all showed corresponding twists under this sword rainbow.

Jian Fengchen jumped and landed on the battlefield. Compared with the disciples of the Tianjian Sect, he seemed much more low-key.

The two of them were particularly jealous when they met. They were both cared for by their predecessors before they came to power, so they must teach them a good lesson to the disciples of the Taiyin Divine Sect.

This time, whenever the disciples of the Taiyin Divine Sect meet disciples of the Tianjian Sect, they all fight to the end. The so-called great sect also makes other sects look at each other with admiration. The Tianjian Sect never won, which made the face of the Tianjian Sect's immortal master at this time look black as the background color of the pot.

It is precisely because of such a strange atmosphere that everyone is particularly concerned about the final battle of the Tianjianmen.

When Jian Fengchen walked onto the stage, the disciples of Tianjian Sect attacked first, and the attack fell like raindrops. A long sword transformed into countless white sword energy, and suddenly covered Jian Fengchen within the attack range.

Seeing the sword energy coming towards me in the sky, the sharp breath and huge whistling sound made people feel deafening and dazzling.

Sword lights flew through the air like a meteor falling, covering the sky. The platform looked like a sharp sword energy.

Suddenly, a green light rose like a big tree supporting the sky, and the green light filled the sky, pushing up the white sword energy.

The white sword nets were crisscrossed, and the nine styles of the sky sword turned into sword pillars and arranged in all directions. Various runes flashed. As soon as he came up, he instantly used such a big move, which made all the immortals above shouted despicable.

With the cultivation level of this white-clothed disciple, it is naturally impossible to launch such a powerful attack. It must be that a master in the Tianjian Sect had injected a magic power into his sword before, allowing the disciple to activate this magic power during the battle and launch such a terrifying attack.

And everyone knows who that master is, and they all look at the immortal master of the Tianjian Sect.

"If something happens to my disciple, I will definitely let the entire Tianjian Sect be destroyed." Jiang Feng stood behind Zhenren Xuanmiao and said lightly, as he was so domineering that he made the Immortal Lord of the Tianjian Sect tremble all over.

But at this time he felt a stronger oppression of the aura, which was sent by Yu Xuanmiao, the master of Qipan Mountain. Both giants were very dissatisfied with the methods he used, which simply destroyed the precedent since the Immortal Dao Conference.

"Tianjian Gate, okay, very good." Zhenren Xuanmiao said, reaching out and popping out a light, which turned into the momentum of the white rainbow piercing the sun, and suddenly picked up all the white sword nets below. Jian Fengchen was guarded by the blue sword light and was not hurt. The Taoist marks flashed and boundless. Jian Fengchen seemed to be sealed in a blue crystal.

After the powerful attack around was resolved by Xuanmiao Zhenren, the disciple of the Tianjian Sect looked pale. At this time, he had no idea of ​​winning. Since the Immortal Lord of the Tianjian Sect had previously injected a magic power into it, a rift appeared in his invincible sword heart.

At this moment, looking at Jian Fengchen in the blue sword pillar, a hint of fear appeared in his heart.

"Look, it's not me who made a foul, how can his magic power be able to protect him? It must be his master Jiang Feng who also injected magic power into his sword." The Immortal Lord of the Tianjian Sect could be said to be embarrassed at this time, throwing him home, pointing at Jiang Feng, looking at his left and right and said.

But what responded to him was sighs and shook his head one by one.

Only then did he suddenly realize that what Jian Fengchen had in his sword was just a protective spell. This spell would not be activated except for irresistible attacks, and it could not be considered as Jiang Feng's violation of the rules.

Among the major sects, their genius disciples will leave behind a hand to protect their disciples. Although these disciples have to go through countless hardships before they can become successful, they cannot really run like a horse. For their proud disciples, they will always leave behind a hand to protect them.

When the battle platform finally calmed down, Jian Fengchen held the brilliant sword in his hand, and the long sword was running. The green light surged on it, and a green sword aura slashed out from it.

Carrying the power of the mountain to crack the damage, he slashed towards the disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect who had no sword heart were now dark. Seeing such a powerful blow, they symbolically sacrificed their long sword, turned into a white divine dragon and hovered in the air, and moved their five claws together, holding the blue sword aura.

But then, Jian Fengchen flew into the air, and the sword was constantly moving, and the power of yin and yang moved together, attacking with the sword aura, constantly fighting with the white dragon, and the sound of ping-pong was endless.

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect had bleeding from their mouths and kept retreating. Every time the white dragon was hit by the sword seal, he would be seriously injured when the energy was connected.

Seeing that his genius disciple had not even been able to exert his strength on weekdays, the immortal lord suddenly turned gray. Unexpectedly, his unintentional actions actually destroyed a genius.

"hold head high……"

Jian Fengchen's sword aura is dozens of feet long, and each strike is fierce and powerful, bringing endless storms, causing pain on people's faces.

There was a trace of gold and black in this green sword aura, which looked like a glass jade pillar and fell from the sky, hitting Bailong's back in an instant.

A clear sword sound came out, like a real dragon. Next, the white stegosaurus was dim and turned into two sections to the stage.

A white broken sword, the white hilt and the sword body were each inserted on the battle platform, and it looked very desolate.

Seeing that his sword had broken, the white-clothed disciple of Tianjianmen looked dark and had no glory. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell straight on the stage.
Chapter completed!