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Chapter 440 I Don't Like Sword Cultivators Using Three Flying Swords
Ran Gong backed up, flicked his palm suddenly, reluctantly relieved his strength, and looked at Chen Jiu with frightened eyes. He really didn't expect this person to be so domineering.

The audience was silent for a moment, and then cheered loudly, which was wonderful.

Yin Snake Lang moved his steps slightly, facing Chen Jiu, ready to exert his strength at any time.

Jian Xiu Zhuo Gang raised his eyebrows, and his expression became solemn for the first time. When Chen Jiu repelled Ran Gong, he had already pulled out the first flying sword by half an inch.

Judging from the situation just now, if Ran Gong didn't deliberately hide his clumsiness and show his weakness to the enemy, then this armor-faced man is probably the strongest in the Quartet.

And looking at his words, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Silver Snake Lang was the first to speak, "Since this fellow Taoist has invited you kindly, what do you guys think?"

Ran Gong's face was serious, he was really afraid of Chen Jiu, thought for a moment, then nodded suddenly, "If you want to win, you must kill this person first."

After the two finished speaking, they turned their gazes to Zhuo Gang, the sword repairman, and waited for him to nod. That was the situation where the three of them besieged and killed Chen Jiu.

Zhuo Gang thought for a moment, put the half-inch flying sword back into the scabbard, nodded his head and smiled slightly: "It is possible, but you have to go first, otherwise if Mr. Ran deliberately shows weakness to the enemy, we will kill this Masked man, I'm afraid it will be my turn later."

The situation of being restrained by the four sides cannot be broken easily. Ran Gong looks like a thick and thick man, but in fact he is thoughtful and insidious, otherwise he would not become the first wave of monks to join the Yaozu.

Zhuo Gang knew the truth of this, and he wanted to let these two fight first, and save more energy for himself.

Chen Jiu stepped on the sharp edge of Guan Dao, and took advantage of the conversation between the three of them to feel his finally relaxed body.

There are still three chains on his body, at the waist, hands and neck.

Among them, the hands are drawn by a chain, and the outer layer of the chain is covered with a vajra formation.

The chain that locks the dragon plus the formation that can lock the twelve realms, Chen Jiu twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that this demon master is really cautious.

But it's true that the demon master is so careful. During the five years that Chen Jiu was locked in the depths of the water dungeon, his cultivation base, which was already a celestial being, not only did not regress, but on the contrary rose slightly.

The demon master was the first to perceive this news, and Rao couldn't help but be a little horrified because of his knowledge. It was the first time he heard that a monk could practice under such a dangerous situation.

Logically speaking, if an ordinary twelve-level cultivator was imprisoned in this way for five years, and there were five dragon-locking chains to usurp his life aura, then at least he would have to fall to one level.

But Chen Jiu did not fall but rose, and he was about to reach the eleventh level.

No wonder in the astrology deduction, Chen Jiuhui will become the strongest in the future.

The demon master quickly found a solution, which was to bring Chen Jiu out and show him the thriving Tianguang Prefecture after the "great change".

The arena is just the beginning.

The three of Zhuo Gang are still insisting, none of them intends to go first, they are all thinking about the gains and losses.

Chen Jiuxie had enough, and it was rare to waste any more time with these three half-step celestial beings. In the past, he had already killed them instantly.

Chen Jiu's toes on the sharp edge of Guan Dao lightly pressed, causing the entire scimitar to show a twisted arc, almost touching the ground, tightly tightened.

As soon as he loosened his pace, the closed knife rebounded, and Chen Jiu was like a flash of rainbow light, so fast that he seemed to explode out of thin air. He had already stepped on the head of Silver Snake Lang, and the black martial arts covered the soles of his feet. .

Silver Snake Lang's pupils widened, he felt a mountain peak hit him, his head was kicked to the side, the force remained undiminished, driving his whole body to fly backwards, rolling down a thousand meters.

Chen Jiu landed lightly, without even a trace of dust.

Yin Snake Lang endured the severe pain and turned over. A footprint was printed on his head. Looking at Chen Jiu in horror, he couldn't help screaming.

"Heavenly man?!"

Only a genius has such a domineering power to control.

Yin Snake Lang did guess right, Chen Jiu is really a tenth realm of heaven and man.

Ran Gong and Zhuo Gang's dignified expressions gradually became more serious, and they looked at each other without any further hesitation.

Zhuo Gang raised his left hand, and the first and second flying swords were unsheathed one after another. They were held by both hands, his body was full of sword intent, and he was about to make a sword move when his expression was suddenly horrified.

Chen Jiu didn't know when, he had already stepped on the flying sword in his left hand, and an old and hoarse voice came out from the mask and poured into Zhuo Gang's ears, like the sound of heaven exploding.

"I don't like sword repair with three flying swords."

Just this sentence, just a moment.

Zhuo Gang's flying sword that was stepped on by Chen Jiu began to shatter inch by inch, and the cracks quickly extended to the hilt, and shattered in Zhuo Gang's astonished eyes.

As soon as the flying sword shattered, Chen Jiu's body disappeared again, and he landed on the head of Yin Snake Lang, kicking down, unadorned.

Silver Snake Lang's head shattered, blood splattered everywhere.

Compared with the three flying swords, Chen Jiu disliked the Yaozu even more.

After that was Lord Ran, who was kicked by Chen Jiu to the farthest point of the ring within two moves, and bounced onto the surrounding formations, embedded in it, life and death unknown.

But for three breaths, Zhuo Gang was the only one left.

His right hand holding the sword was trembling. Looking at Chen Jiu who was approaching, he couldn't help stepping back, and said in a timid voice.

"Senior...Senior, still look at the face of Taibai Jianzong...for the sake of face, give me a way to survive."

Chen Jiu stopped and asked, "Do you know Jing Zhenghong?"

Zhuo Gang was taken aback for a moment, regardless of whether Jing Zhenghong and this armor-masked man were enemies or friends, he quickly nodded and said: "I know, I know, Jing Zhenghong is my senior brother."

Chen Jiu nodded, turned to face the drummer on the ring, and heard loudly: "There can be two winners, right?"

The drummer nodded quickly.

Chen Jiu said again: "Then the two of us."

Zhuo Gang's terrified expression quickly turned into joy, and he hurriedly bowed to Chen Jiu, "The junior thanked the senior, and he will definitely repay the kindness in the future."

Chen Jiu didn't even look at Zhuo Gang, and calmly said: "Xie Jingzhenghong, go, if I meet you again in the ring, I will kill you first."

Zhuo Gang's back instantly burst into cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say more.

The beating of drums in the arena announced the end of the fight.

Chen Jiu's body sank suddenly, just like when he came here, as if he had been immersed in the deep sea, and his consciousness was dull. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a dark dungeon, and he had five dragon chains on his body.

Si Snake was in front, and only said, "Follow me."

Chen Jiu followed his words and soon arrived at a large prison cell.

"Go in." After Si Snake finished speaking, his body disappeared.

Chen Jiu has arrived in the dark cell, his body trapped by the five dragon chains is no different from ordinary people, and he cannot see things in the dark.

There was a slight sound.

Chen Jiu stopped his progress, his eyebrows lowered.

In the dark cell, several young monks who were only thirteen or fourteen years old crowded together, skinny, looking at Chen Jiu with fear.

Chen Jiu stopped at the same spot, raised his hand that was tied by the dragon chain, and moved towards several teenagers, then retreated and sat in the corner outside the cell.

He exhaled.

A little sour.

(End of this chapter)