"Cang soul 戬! Cut!" After a while hovering over Jiang Haiwen's head, Chang Yan's gun pointed at Feng Chen, and a dive rushed towards Feng Chen.

"Earth rifts!" Feng Chen held the inherited sword and drew a circle in front of him.

"Bang!" The two powerful forces collided together instantly. The sound of the sharp impact made the scalp numb, and this energy spread rapidly in a fan-like trend.

After hiding far away, Ruan Chuan was affected by this energy, and his mind was instantly lost, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Jiang Haiwen was shocked by this powerful energy several meters away, while Feng Chen only retreated three steps.

This blow was stubborn and weak, and at a glance, Feng Chen still prevailed.

Jiang Haiwen was frightened at this moment. He never thought that the other party was even stronger than himself. He came down two times in a row.

"Junior, very good! You can push this seat to this point and die in my hands, you can be proud!"

Jiang Haiwen, with one eye in his eyes, held the long cricket in his hand across his chest, exhaling a spit, the celestial power in his body trembled, and Chang's body's surface flickered with extremely brilliant light.

"Oh!"

Chang Haiwen in the hand of Jiang Haiwen made a swipe at Feng Chen and waved out with all his strength. Then, at the bottom of the foot, the whole person stood up like a streamer, flew into the air, filled with a powerful killing intention. At this moment, Jiang Haiwen was really angry, and he completely regarded Feng Chen as even more than himself. Powerful opponent, at this moment, he no longer has reservations, a shot is a full blow.

"Well ..."

Feng Chen was shocked in his hand, and the sword inherited in his hand was waved three times in a row.

"Thunder through the sky!" Feng Chen whispered in his mouth.

The body surface of the inherited sword flashed with dazzling brilliance, ushered in with an indomitable, extremely overbearing momentum.

Feeling this move of Feng Chen, Jiang Haiwen was a little bit dreadful. The hegemony emanating from this sword shocked him.

"Bad!" The power of this sword can be imagined. His cold sweats instantly flew, his face changed, and a secret voice in his heart was not good, and the thought of fleeing was born in his heart.

"boom!"

The two energies collided again, bursting into a dazzling light, and instantly engulfing it within three feet.

The light flickered, a sword gas shock wave opened, and a sharp whistling sound was emitted from the air. Xiao Xie flew out, a burst of blood gas in his body, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. This blow made him a minor trauma.

"Booming ..." A powerful air wave burst instantly, and suddenly there was a mess around, trees flying, dust rising, and a gully on the ground.

The powerful force of the sixth type of thunder sword tactics directly blasted Jiang Haiwen Zhenfei, vomiting blood in his mouth, several blood mouths appeared on his body, and he was directly damaged. The body of the long-handed fairy in his hand appeared a trace. The silk resembles a spider web.

After the dazzling light disappeared, Jiang Haiwen struggled to get up from the ground, and blood continued to pour out of his blood, which stained his robe. At the moment, he was extremely miserable, with fluffy hair and red eyes.

On the other hand, Feng Chen was not harmed, and his white robe was spotless.

He wiped off the blood on his face with his hands, stabilized his body, and was full of anger in his heart. His master who was successful in the late one day was wounded by a monk in the early days, and his face was gone.

He is not stupid. He is very clear that he is not the opponent of the opponent at all, but he still has a hole card. If he can't kill the opponent, he only has to escape.

"Smelly boy, I will kill you today!" Jiang Haiwen's eyes burst into a fierce light, with a resolute expression on his face, as if making a decision.

"Old dog, this sentence is exactly what Lao Tzu wants to say. Today Lao Tzu must have beheaded you and sacrificed my dead brother." Feng Chen said angrily.

Jiang Haiwen's face was twisted, his hands were folded together, and he screamed, "God possesses!"

With this blast, Jiang Haiwen's momentum rose sharply, and a majestic and violent breath blanket shrouded him.

Suddenly, his body skyrocketed, and he became a giant about two feet tall. His clothes burst instantly, and the bars were directly exposed, and his strength increased by about 30%.

Feng Chen looked at this scene without any fear in his heart. On the contrary, he only had revenge in his heart.

"Islamic!" The sword swords of the inherited sword sent out three sword lights, one of them stronger than the other, and one of them more terrifying.

The three sword lights burst out. In the end, under the naked eye, the three sword lights combined to chop Jiang Haiwen.

"Huh! In the face of absolute strength, everything is vulnerable!"

In the face of Feng Chen's blow, it is clear that Jiang Haiwen didn't take his heart because for him, his strength now has changed dramatically compared with the previous one.

Jiang Haiwen stretched out his right hand, forming a claw shape, even using his hand to grasp the sword light split by Feng Chen.

"Kacha ..." This sword light was cut directly along Jiang Haiwen's palm.

With a muffled sound, the sword light was cut down with an indomitable momentum, and one sword cut off Jiang Haiwen's arm.

"Ah ..." Jiang Haiwen screamed pale, screaming, his body sulking, his mouth spitting blood.

Jiang Haiwen had a miserable smile on his face, his body shook, and fell to the ground. At this moment, he had lost the power of World War I. He had been badly injured and was injured again. His body had already exceeded the load. Can't afford it.

He fell to the ground with unwillingness, fear, resentment and remorse on his face, but more dissatisfaction in his heart, he never thought he would die in the hands of a junior.

He is now very clear about his current situation. I am afraid he will die today, but he does not want to die.

The person in front of you will certainly not let go of himself. Thinking of this, he immediately took out the messenger jade tube from the ring and sent a message to Wang Shu for help. All he is doing now is in Feng Chen's eyes. Chen didn't take any action to stop him. He wanted to see who was going to save him, and whoever came to save him should be his accomplice.

After Jiang Haiwen sent a message for help to Uncle Wang, what he has to do now is to delay time, as long as he waits for the arrival of Uncle Wang, and in the mid-term cultivation of Uncle Wang Xianxian, it is definitely a good idea to kill this son.

Feng Chen walked step by step towards Jiang Haiwen and hesitated, and the inheritance sword fell on Jiang Haiwen's neck.