Chapter 239

"Chen Jie came to save us, but... This place is a dead place. I hope he can give us an accident today."

Ji Jiancang's ruddy face became pale after these days' imprisonment. However, the old man's ability to nourish his spirit was excellent. Even now, he was still not half tired. There was an occasional flash of light in his eyes.

"How do you feel?"

Ji Tianying licked his lips, his bloody face, coldly said: "your Wang family is so bold, even the leader of the southern geomantic circles dare to be imprisoned, this time when I go out, we must tell the world about this!"

"Out? Sorry, you don't have that chance. "

Wang Teng light smile, right hand slightly raised, saw the skeleton, actually slowly rotating up, finally fell in his hand.

It's very surprising that on Wang Teng's body, there are silver lightning, with the breath of Zhigang Zhiyang, but these ghosts still hover around him as if they can't feel it.

"Well?"

Chen Jie naturally discovered this situation. It seems that after absorbing aura, these ghosts have no fear of thunder and lightning.

"Chen Xiaoyou, be careful. If you can't really save me, you can leave and tell the world what happened here. I believe the Wangs dare not take me!"

Ji Jiancang cried out, trying to get rid of his rope, but he was a master of magic. His body was weak. If his body was bound, it would be difficult for him to perform any Taoist Dharma.

"Don't be paranoid, old man. This place is completely isolated from the outside world. As long as you come in, you will be dead!"

Wang Teng said with a loud smile. Then in his eyes, a wisp of cold seemed to freeze the air around him. He said faintly: "besides, this time it's not only me, but also someone who wants to take your life."

"Well?"

Chen Jie narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice.

The sound is very subtle, just like the sound of wearing cloth shoes and stepping on the fallen leaves. However, as long as you pay a little attention, you will feel that the sound seems to have a kind of magic, like beating a drum on the human heart.

"Mr. Wu Gong, please forgive me for your coming."

At this time, Wang Teng bowed slightly to the foot of the mountain, and his face was filled with a smug smile.

"Wu Gong? Is Wu Gong Hong here? "

Ji Tianying's face was covered with clouds. In an instant, he thought a lot.

Wang Teng invited Hongyi takemiya to Japan. This is the sword sage of Japan. His strength can't be estimated. He guards the Western coastline of Japan. I don't know how many warriors who want to invade Japan have been given and accepted these years.

"The sword sage of Japan, Hongyi Wugong?"

Ji Jiancang's face showed a wisp of surprise, and then his brow was frowning tightly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Grandfather Ji, what should I do? Is brother Chen Jie in danger?"

Gu Qingying's teeth are biting her lips. Because of tension, she is breathing fast and her chest is up and down.

"Yes, all the swordsmen of Japan are here. I'm afraid this boy is in danger this time."

Ji Jiancang sighed and said helplessly: "my earth shaking cultivation is confined in the three foot rope. As long as I am close to the body, I will be no different from ordinary people..."

"Are you Chen Jie?"

With a cold look and an ancient sword on his back, he came over from the rock.

His face was like a knife, his eyebrows were thick, and he was dressed in coarse cloth. But there was a sense of desperation in his whole body. When he looked at it from a distance, he felt an invisible pressure in his heart.

"Japanese swordsman, did you come to my Chinese territory to kill me?"

Chen Jie light smile, and then said: "is the Mitsui consortium, I am very curious, in their mouth, how many bad things have I done?"

Wugong Hongyi frowned slightly. Intuitively, he felt that this young man was not simple, just like a deep well, which was difficult to guess.

"The swordsman of Wugong came to China this time, of course, for your head. You killed his good friend Yamamoto. The swordsman came all the way here for revenge."

"Chen Jie, you are too eager to kill. Dozens of people in the Wang family were killed by you overnight. Although the Chinese military did not pursue your responsibility and guaranteed you, do you think you can escape the sanction of the sword sage today? "

Wang Teng has a sneer on his face, and his eyes are full of purple light. His whole aura is stronger than that of Chen Jie in the first World War.

"Ridiculous."

"Hiroichi takemiya, I Chen Jie's whole life is calm and straightforward. Yamamoto was not killed by me."

"Everything is instigated by Mitsui Group and Wang family. If you insist on coming to avenge Yamamoto, fight!"

Chen Jie's right hand leans out to the right. Suddenly, the long black weapon on his back suddenly flies out.

"Ashoka stick!"

As soon as he narrowed his eyes, he recognized the origin of the weapon in an instant.

It was the weapon of Asoka, the greatest monarch in ancient India, who had been bathed in the blood of countless heretics. It was extremely murderous and finally fell into the hands of Songpa, the Thai King of Siam.

This stone stick and Songpa's horizontal practice of Kung Fu complement each other. The combination of the two means that even ordinary masters can't get half the advantage.

"Chen Jie, you said Yamamoto was not killed by you. Do you have any evidence?" Takemiya asked faintly, condescending, slowly pulling out the ancient sword on his back, full of contempt.

"After today, the world will know that Yamamoto was not killed by me, and you, Hongyi Wugong, was the first master level strong man killed by Chen Jie."

When Chen Jie's right hand was shocked, the stone stick in his hand shattered the underground rock three inches deep.

"The swordsman must not be humiliated!"

The long sword in the hand of Hongyi Wugong has finally come out of its sheath. It's an ancient black gold sword. It's carved with all kinds of strange patterns. After a long time, it's still hard to leave even a trace on the blade.

old but still vigorous in mind and body!

"Ji Lao, I'll give you this array. How can I make the self styled sword sage arrogant in China?"

With a faint smile, Chen Jie suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body flew out like a trajectory. His stone stick in his hand cleaved toward the martial palace.

Wugong Hongyi was a little stunned. He thought about several endings, but Chen Jie took the initiative to attack him, which he never thought of.

"Ha ha, since Chen Xiaoyou has stopped the most dangerous enemy, I'll give the rest to you..."

Ji Jiancang light smile, a pair of eyes, full of wisdom and vicissitudes.

A wisp of flame, suddenly appeared in his side, the arm thick rope, actually in an instant, is burned into powder.

The body got to relax, Ji Jian Cang cold smile, light voice, is spread to the public ear.

All the disciples of the ghost King Valley who heard this were shocked and shocked.

"Today, I'll show you what Lei Dao's Heavenly Master method is