Chapter 945

"Brother ye, Jianchen and yuankyoto are very cautious."

Chutianhe continued, "they are afraid that others will know their real strength. They have never bombarded the power monument, so they have no ranking record."

"Hidden deep enough!" Ye Feng smiled.

These two people are afraid of being targeted research, so they don't want to participate in the ranking before the success of Shengong.

When they have a ranking, it means that they have climbed to the peak and don't be afraid of being targeted.

"There should be many similar people."

"Therefore, the existing Holy Land in the 3000 world is definitely much greater than 30000. Maybe there can be more than 100000."

"But 100000 is still too little!"

Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

Compared with the fairyland, the current 3000 realms are hung and beaten in the number of holy places, which can't be compared at all.

In the fairyland, there are millions of heavenly saints alone.

No, no!

The top of the peak.

Hearing Jianchen's question, Yuan Jing carried his hands, and his handsome face was full of confidence, saying:

"I heard that sword dust is the first Tianjiao of Haoran Shengzong and the first Tianjiao of Dongzhou. I naturally want to challenge you. This battle will determine who is the real first Tianjiao of Dongzhou."

Most young people are young and do not admit defeat.

Yuan Jing, as a leader of the younger generation, naturally doesn't want to be trampled by sword dust.

of course!

Yuan Jing took the initiative to challenge sword dust, not a temporary brain fever.

Yuan Jing, who specializes in Imperial luck, once he can defeat his opponent in full view of the public, he can make the imperial luck soar. For him, this is an important way to strengthen himself.

Otherwise, what does he do to challenge Jianchen?

Before that, Yuan Jing had defeated other strong men of the same rank by strength and gained a lot of imperial luck.

If he wins this battle, his luck will reach the peak.

This will lay the foundation for the impact of Yuanjing on the holy.

"Since you insist on fighting, let's fight!" Jianchen knows Yuanjing's mind.

However, Jianchen is not afraid of fighting.

He refined into a black and white yin-yang holy sword, but it is incomplete and needs to wash away the lead again and again. Only in this way can Kendo move towards real perfection.

so to speak.

Both sides urgently need a close fight.

"Roar!"

Yuan Jing suddenly soared into the air, reached a thousand miles high, and stretched his arms to his heart's content. Behind his back, there appeared a vision of heaven and earth condensed by the air of the imperial dynasty, with countless golden dragons circling.

"It's a sign of imperial luck!"

"Do you need to make a big move as soon as you make a move?"

Everyone was surprised.

Qiang!

The sword dust also rose into the sky. The two holy swords behind them, one black and one white, were arrayed on the left and right respectively. The black and white sword ideas rushed behind, forming a vision of heaven and earth.

That is a magnificent Kendo kingdom!

There are many swords, bronze, gold, color, cyan... All inclusive, but in the end, these swords are subject to the yin-yang holy sword.

"Lunar sun, all inclusive!"

Jianchen pinched the Jue with both hands, and his left and right hands controlled the Taiyin holy sword and the sun holy sword respectively, pointing forward.

Next moment!

The whole Kendo vision world broke out, and hundreds of millions of colorful flying swords were cut out and split towards Yuanjing.

"Come on!"

Yuan Jing was very excited. His hands suddenly closed. Countless lucky dragons roared behind him, killing hundreds of millions of sharp swords to Jianchen.

Boom!

The two sides continue to collide and fight at high altitude, which is inextricable. The aftermath of the outbreak alone darkens the world, and the law fluctuates strongly. Even many heavenly holy places are suppressed.

"How strong!"

Wen Xue, Wen Yue and Chu Tianhe also feel great pressure. If they really want to compete with Jianchen and Yuan Jing, they may not be able to resist each other's attack.

"They are all the most powerful people, such as mountain giant apes." Ye Feng preached.

"I feel that their sense of oppression is more terrible than mountain giant apes. I'm afraid they are close to invincible in the territory of heavenly saints."

The Chutian River shrunk its neck.

"It's not so exaggerated. There are many people who can defeat them in Tiansheng!" Ye Feng smiled mysteriously.

There are not many saints in the three thousand world.

But there are many fairies!

There are millions of heavenly holy places over there. It's not difficult to choose people who can defeat Jianchen and Yuanjing.

High in the air.

The war between the two sides is becoming more and more intense.

"ZuLong, now!"

Yuan Jing found that his imperial Qi luck vision was declining, and quickly increased his strength to integrate all the Qi luck real dragons into one and turn them into a million mile super dragon.

"Roar!"

It roared up to the sky, and its dragon tail, which was bigger than the stars, ran over the sword dust with the power comparable to the ordinary world.

"Yin Yang holy sword, Ning!"

Jianchen didn't hesitate. He folded his hands. Then, he kneaded a sword formula with his hands and stuck it to the center of his eyebrows, attracting countless sharp swords behind him to integrate into the yin-yang holy sword.

The two swords crossed like a pair of scissors and cut towards the super imperial Lucky Dragon.

Boom!

The momentum of both sides shook wildly, and the whole sky was shrouded in dazzling brilliance. The air wave swept through and swallowed up the whole sword Saint wasteland.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes.

He can see clearly.

The scissors used by the yin-yang holy sword are very sharp. They cut off the imperial Qiyun dragon, and constantly cross cut, smashing the Qiyun dragon and flying the yuan capital out.

Sword dust, one upmanship.

"You can break my ultimate Lucky Dragon!"

In the sky, Yuan Jing's incredible voice came. At the moment, his long hair was scattered, his hand covered his chest, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes opened violently.

"Because of the field of kendo." Jianchen said calmly.

Behind him, countless sharp swords reappeared and hovered continuously, emitting sword meaning that was countless times more fierce than before, and gradually formed a field.

This is Kendo!

"Eight turns to perfection!" Yuan Jing changed his face. "When did you break through your Kendo field?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the speech.

"What?"

"The Kendo field of Jianchen Shenzi has been promoted to eight turns to perfection? Further, it is nine turns!"

"If you take two more steps, won't you become a Kendo holy land?"

"Do you think anyone can understand the Kendo holy land? Even if it is the sword dust, it is very difficult to break through to the Kendo holy land."

"This is a most holy Road, which is more difficult than going to heaven!"

Everyone talked about it.

The people present basically cast admiration and worship on Jianchen.

"Eight turns complete, very good!"

Even Ye Feng praised.

On second thought, however, he thought it was normal.

The sword God is the second in the list of power gods. He has become an invincible purple sword meaning. He also has a Kendo holy land. Under his guidance, it is not surprising that the Kendo field of Jianchen has reached eight turns to perfection.

In the void.

The sword dust kneaded the sword formula and said:

"In the first half of this year, my Kendo field has just broken through eight turns. If it weren't for this breakthrough, it would be very difficult for me to win you."

"I see." Yuan Jing nodded. "In that case, you win and leave!"

He realized the gap between himself and Jianchen.

You can't win any more.

It's better to simply admit defeat, go home and practice hard, strive for an early breakthrough, and fight with Jianchen again.

"Accept." Jianchen saluted with his sword.

For him, Yuanjing is a good opponent and can promote his progress.

"Sword dust God son is invincible!"

"Sword dust God son, please spoil me now!"

Many flower crazy nuns spoke one after another.

For these mediocre fat and vulgar powder, sword dust has no interest, no! Even the fairy, he has no interest.

A woman will only affect his speed of drawing his sword.

"There is no woman in my heart, draw the sword, nature is God!"

Sword dust silently recited a sentence.

Qiang!

The yin-yang holy sword trembled and fell side by side at the foot of the sword dust. In this way, he carried his hands, stepped on a flying sword with one foot and swept away in the distance.

But suddenly.

Sword dust turned his head and faced Ye Feng with his hands in the high air.

This moment.

Sword dust has a burning sense of eyes, and the incomplete power of yin and Yang in his body is boiling. It seems that a low-level friar has met the great power of cultivation, which shocked his heart.

However, yin-yang holy sword flies too fast.

When Jianchen returned to his senses, he found that he had flown out of the range of the sword Saint wasteland, and the mysterious youth he feared had already disappeared.

"Who is he?"

"Why can this person frighten me?"

"Could it be that he has the power of pure Yin and Yang?"

The sword dust heart turns over rivers and seas.