Chapter 2194： I'm looking for someone to fight with you!

Zhonglou had already sacrificed a weapon at this time, it was a wrist knife, a crimson wrist knife, and its quality was definitely at the high-grade spirit weapon level, the same level as his Xuanyuan bow.

Worthy of being a monster in the out-of-aperture period, the equipment is good.

No one would dare to covet such a high-grade spirit weapon in Chonglou.

Even if he is just a monk in the out-of-aperture period.

Because no one would offend an upper realm demon for the high-grade spirit weapon.

Moreover, the strength of the Chonglou clone is also very powerful, even if the person of the transformation stage comes, it may not be able to do anything with it.

This makes Jiang Siming a little envious.

This is the benefit of having strength. Otherwise, like his current level, let alone taking out the startled salamander, even taking out the Xuanyuan bow would instantly become the target of public criticism.

Every husband is not guilty of guilt.

This truth is vividly manifested in the world of the Wizardry where the weak eat the strong.

It also strengthened Jiang Siming's belief in becoming stronger.

Otherwise, you have to look forward and backward to install a cup, fuck!

"It's also an honor for you to die under my flame wave bloodblade."

Chonglou sneered and finished speaking, the whole person turned into a black streamer, like a wild beast, crashing into Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming used the small shift technique to simply avoid it, but he didn't want to be so passive all the time.

You know, his fairy beans are temporarily used up, if you compare the consumption with the cultivation base of Chonglou in the out-of-aperture period, you really don't know how to die.

So now Jiang Siming can only fight!

And you have to go all out while sealing two killers!

In short-distance air battles, Jiang Siming's shifting technique is not very effective, unless he runs directly, Zhonglou really can't catch up.

But if he leaves, Shushan will be over and the task will be wasted.

If you don't walk, the speed of rebuilding in a short distance is not much different from his moving technique.

Almost Jiang Siming had just avoided his front foot, and he could be pushed back by the back foot of the building.

Jiang Siming, who was too lazy to hide, sealed a strange formation at his feet, and then instantly took a few magical charms on himself, and then escaped into the formation and disappeared.

Chonglou rushed into the Qimen formation, but he didn't take it seriously. He believed that in the face of absolute strength, any tricks were useless.

"If you don't show up again, I will destroy this bird formation." Zhonglou said, he wanted to do it.

Jiang Siming couldn't help appearing behind him, and shot out with eighteen palms.

"Haha, I am embarrassed to show such a clumsy thing, it seems that my expectations of you are too high."

Chonglou then punched the emptiness of the dragon's shadow to vanish.

The martial arts maneuver like Jianglong Eighteen Palms is the same as Wan Jian's return to the sect.

But people who are more powerful than themselves disdain it very much.

Of course Jiang Siming knew that his move was purely to deceive Chonglou's attention.

Immediately after Jianglong’s eighteen palms were hit, there was a flying sword in the pupils of Chonglou, and there was no sign that it flashed before his eyes!

Feijian's speed was far beyond his imagination. This was the first time Chonglou felt a crisis!

Before he could say a word, he subconsciously picked up the raging magic arts to protect his body.

This flying sword, which was just a plaything in his eyes, cut through his defense this time and went straight to him!

The sense of crisis in Chonglou became stronger and stronger, and at the moment of the moment, his figure moved a little bit.

Feijian lost his head target and hit his shoulder blade!

The Flying Sword, which could only tickle him just now, easily penetrated his shoulder bone and passed through his scapula!

Chonglou felt severe pain, Yanbo's bloodblade cut out two blades of light and forced Jiang Siming back.

The two faced each other again, and Chonglou looked down at the big hole in his shoulder, feeling lingering.

For the sword just now, if it weren't for the early warning of his own experience, he might have already flown out.

This sword is terrible!

Chonglou has reason to believe that with the sword just now, a cultivator who came out of the Aperture Period was almost dead!

"I didn't expect you to have a lot of supernatural powers, I will look down on you again."

Chonglou suffered the loss this time and dare not treat Jiang Siming as a weak chicken anymore.

Jiang Siming sighed. This trick hides his swordsmanship. If he didn't kill him, there would be no chance.

The opportunity just now was hidden by Chonglou, and it was almost impossible to use his own strength to kill him, unless he was willing to use the Xuanyuan bow and the startling sword.

But Jiang Siming's death will not show up, but he can't run away because of a big deal, and the mission has failed.

But if he dared to show the fairy, he would definitely pay his respects in advance during his dungeon tour.

"I won't fight anymore." Jiang Siming spoke suddenly, recalling Feijian, and also withdrew the formation at the foot of the heavy building.

Chonglou froze for a moment and stopped fighting? What does it mean?

"I mean, I won't fight you anymore, I will find someone to play with you."

Jiang Siming smiled brilliantly, but Chonglou hadn't figured it out yet.

The sky suddenly became bright, a golden light came on, and the Buddha's light soared into the sky!

As soon as the Chonglou raised his head, a golden Buddha appeared in the sky. As soon as he came out, he raised his palm the size of a mountain and took a picture of him!

Chonglou: "..."

boom!

The whole person in Zhonglou was photographed and crashed into the rocks below his feet, but soon he flew out again.

At the moment, the heavy building was very embarrassed, with a gray-headed face, and the chic red hair became a chicken coop.

Especially the blood on his shoulders kept oozing, so that he was completely invisible.

Chonglou was furious, first gave Jiang Siming a vicious look, then yelled despicable, not talking about martial arts!

Then he raised his head to face the golden Buddha and roared: "You are from the Buddha world, dare to help him deal with me. If you don't run away, I will trouble you in the Buddha world!"

Chonglou tried to use his identity to scare away Tathagata.

However, the Tathagata is like inaudible, raised his palm again, the power is even more powerful than before, and he covered the heavy building from his head!

Chonglou was shot flying again, and in a rage, he directly followed the Tathagata.

The two of them fought against each other high above the sky, and their moves were fatal.

Every move caused the world to change color, the surrounding spirits were irritable, and the whole Shushan was fluctuating.

Many disciples with a weaker cultivation base vomited blood into a coma.

This level of battle, how can these little novices be able to handle it.

Jiang Siming landed temporarily, and the battle between Zhonglou and Tathagata must continue for a while, and he just took a break.

"Brother Jiang~ Are you okay?"

As soon as Jiang Siming came down, the Solanum chinensis ran over with concern.

Seeing Jiang Siming again, Solanum radiata had sincere love in his eyes.

After the girl separated from Jiang Siming, she kept thinking of him, even if she followed her brother Jingtian, she always thought of Jiang Siming.

Even Jingtian gets jealous sometimes, saying that his brother is not as good as Jiang Siming's'big brother'.

Solanum did not refute, but shyly avoided, and then asked Sedum every day, when to go to Qingyunmen to visit Brother Jiang.

Little girl seems...in love...

"I'm okay, how are you, are you hurt? There is so much blood, is it not yours?" Jiang Siming rubbed the small head of the nightshade and said casually.

Unexpectedly, the nightshade lowered her head shyly, fiddled with her clothes corners with her hands at a loss...

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[Author's digression]: Second more~