Chapter 1701 The Evil Star

There are only a small number of people who know that martial arts are supernatural, and more people are surprised that Jiang Chen's swordsmanship has reached 60%.

This is a watershed, and those who can cross it are all master-level powerhouses.

It's simply unbelievable that Jiang Chen can do this at such an age and realm.

"The 60th percentile of Martial Dao Will will use one's own strength and martial arts platform to fully exert its power. Because of this, there are also requirements for one's own realm, which can only be done in the late stage of Martial Saint."

People who know this aspect are even more surprised.

However, no matter how they polished their eyes, they couldn't find any flaws.

That majestic sword energy contains astonishing sword power, spreading in every corner.

"cut."

Di Jue still didn't take it seriously, his arrogance increased instead of diminishing, and his attack was even more violent than before.

"Sword up!"

At the same moment, the three Jiang Chens lit up their swords.

The sword energy formed its own domain, condensing tens of millions of gravity, which pressed hard on Di Juekong's body.

Di Juekong who was sprinting forward stopped.

The straight back bent down with trembling, the feet sank, and the void was like a mirror being crushed.

The whole figure seemed to be crushed.

"The way of the sword is supernatural!"

Jian Yi's expression changed slightly, and he had to believe that Jiang Chen had done incredible things.

In the air, Di Juekong became unable to move an inch, and it could be seen from the soaring energy fluctuations and bulging muscles that he was struggling to resist.

However, not only did the gravity of the sword field not weaken, but it was still strengthening.

"Seven Star Sword Formation!"

The three Jiang Chen's expressions were full of concentration, and their delicate eyebrows and eyes became abnormally sharp.

Sword art? He can't do it yet.

Only relying on himself, Jiang Chen's immortal sword will is only fifty percent.

However, together with the dharma body, practicing the seven-star sword array, the immortal will immediately soared, reaching 60%.

buzz buzz.

The three fairy swords were whistling softly in their hands, which made Jiang Chen's expression a bit dignified.

"The witch clan is extraordinary, there are still some tricks." He sighed in his heart.

In the sword field formed by the sword array, Di Juekong's face was ferocious like a wild beast.

Xiong Jin's strength is breaking away from the sword power, and it is really possible to do it.

"It's time to end."

Jiang Chen knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and with a thought, he unleashed his sword under the shocking eyes of countless people.

"The eighth form of the Qinglian swordsmanship, Wanjian Lianhua!"

The immortal will has reached sixty percent, which also makes the ultimate swordsmanship trick mastered again.

The power of the immortal-level martial arts platform is fully displayed.

At this moment, Jiang Chen finally brought out all his advantages.

"Ho Ho!"

Di Juekong let out roars, and the battle armor that represented the state of the witch god was falling off.

Pieces of blood-red muscles were exposed, like steel, with smooth and sharp lines.

With a bang, just like the weakened state of Jiekong's divine finger last time, Di Juekong regained his freedom, and the price he paid was spitting blood.

"The void is destroyed!"

Facing Jiang Chen's sword, Di Juekong, not to be outdone, unleashed the strongest blow.

The Wu tribe warriors who were watching were shocked.

For example, that Tian Xi, she didn't know that she should be surprised that Jiang Chen could push Di Juekong to this point.

Still amazed that even with Di Juekong's punch, the outcome is still hard to tell.

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Tian Xi thought in her heart.

No matter how you say it, Di Juekong should have a better chance of winning.

Soon, many were witnessing the most intense duel they had ever seen in their lives.

The eighth form of the "Qinglian Sword Code", the lotus flower of ten thousand swords, is the foundation of the will of the poor sword.

The three Jiang Chens worked together to cast it, as if the Wuji Sword Soul of a work of art appeared.

The huge sword soul contained huge energy, and it hit Di Juekong like a punishment from the heavens.

Di Juekong turned into a prehistoric monster, and his fist set off a thousand waves, causing the entire space to become choppy.

The two collided, as if the moon fell into the sea, forming a tsunami of destruction.

The deafening roar continued, trying to deafen people.

ah!

Suddenly, a scream full of pain sounded.

Everyone changed color.

Thinking of that super strong warrior with strong bones, it was hard to imagine that such a scream would come from his mouth.

It also shows the ferocity of this blow from the side.

After the devastating energy shock wave spread for thousands of miles and gradually dissipated, the battlefield recovered.

People saw that among the three Jiang Chens, there was only one deity left.

In contrast, Di Juekong was kneeling in the air, the bones of both feet were completely crushed.

Even if Di Juekong had the ability to regenerate flesh and blood, it would take many days to recover from injuries to bones.

"If I say break your legs, I will break your legs."

"You who said that I am a waste material, are you not even a waste material?"

Looking at the arrogant Wu clan warrior just now, no pride can be seen on that face.

What's more, he was not reconciled, his steel teeth were clenched tightly, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Aren't you reconciled? Then let me tell you, the gap between people who are often defeated by me will only grow further and further away from me, and there has never been anyone who has ever caught up." Jiang Chen said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

In this era, the only one who dares to say that he has been leading and will not be caught up by others is the true arrogance.

So after people were briefly surprised, they took it for granted.

"He broke the three-tiered rule when he was the Emperor of Martial Arts, and now he is only a Martial Saint, and he came here to break the Emperor's supreme rating. What a monster."

"Exile is a journey for him."

"Based on the law of his development, when he comes back again, I'm afraid no one will be his opponent."

No one cares about the face of the loser at this time.

Everyone's focus was on Jiang Chen.

Those who regard Jiang Chen as the enemy of life and death feel like a concubine, and Tian Xi is drained of all strength.

Di Juekong can already represent the strength of the Wu Clan.

In the end, he was still defeated by Jiang Chen. Looking at the Wu Clan, there are only a handful of people who can rival Jiang Chen!

It won't take long for Jiang Chen to become so powerful that no one in the Wu Clan can beat him.

"Absolutely! He must not be allowed to continue to grow!"

In the crowd, some core members of the Emperor Soul Palace thought from the bottom of their hearts, and all kinds of sinister and vicious murder schemes were formed in their hearts.

However, when Jiang Chen's eyes looked over, these people didn't dare to look directly, and looked away guiltily.

Jiang Chen no longer cared about Di Juekong, fell back to the Immortal Palace, and returned the Immortal Sword to Duanmu Rong.

"So strong."

Duanmu Rong took the sword, still looking at Jiang Chen's back.

She recalled the reason why she joined Asgard at that time, and a figure appeared in her mind.

Zhang Tian!

Soon, Duanmu Rong pouted.

Not to mention that Zhang Tian became a traitor, even if he didn't, he can no longer compare with Jiang Chen.

"I don't think anyone will have any objections to my not taking the blood oath now."

Jiang Chen came before the three people representing the Holy Court, and smiled lightly.

"Whoever provokes this evil star like you, that is his bad luck." Tatian Yaozun laughed heartily, very happy.

Both the Yaozu and the Wuzu are one of the strong tribes, but the Wuzu is inherently superior, and during this period of time, the Tatian Yaozun suffered a lot.

Too tired to write today~ Tomorrow as soon as possible!