My talent is resurrection

Chapter 460

The immortal sword "Guang Yin" spun in the air, fell downwards, was caught by the black robe figure that appeared suddenly, and held it in his hand.

The man in black looked at the fairy sword in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and finally only muttered to himself.

"Exactly the same."

Jiang Ci was carried by the black-robed figure, hugging his waist, Liu Yemei raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Who are you?"

The black-robed figure looked down at Jiang Ci, was silent for a while, and said softly in an old and hoarse voice.

"A passing armor...just a knight."

Jiang Ci Liu Yemei frowned more and more. He had never heard of this name before. Seeing that the man in black robe was also dressed strangely, he tried to get down with his waist, but a quarter of an hour had passed, his cultivation level had fallen, and his body was also weak. became weaker.

The black-robed man grasped Jiang Ci's waist with a slight force, and poured the black martial arts into it to heal Jiang Ci's weak body, while asking with a frown.

"Who forcibly borrowed your strength, and borrowed so much, don't you have any points in your heart?"

Jiang Ci spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped it with his sleeve robe, and replied weakly: "It has nothing to do with you, let me go."

Chen Jiu didn't answer, still carrying Jiang Ci, turned to look at Wu Sanjian, his eyes under the mask became cold.

A group of sword immortals looked at the black-robed man vigilantly, not knowing his origin, but judging by the way he played, his combat power should not be low.

Wu Sanjian was hit by Chen Jiuyi and flew upside down for a thousand meters, but because he protected his body early and was not injured, he held the flying sword "Gu Yu" and questioned Chen Jiu.

"Who is your Excellency, attacking and killing me for no reason, it is a bit too unkind, could it be that you want to target my school?"

Between Wu Sanjian's words, Chen Jiu has already put on the hat of not accepting the academy. No matter what his level is, in Wu Sanjian's cognition, [-]% of the great monks are unwilling to offend the academy.

Wu Sanjian raised his sleeves, ready to accept the apology from the man in black.

The surrounding sword immortals didn't move, they wanted to play by ear, so they read the matter between Wu Sanjian and the man in black before talking.

Wu Sanjian was still waiting, but the man in black nodded and admitted, "It's targeted, so what?"

As soon as this remark came out, the sword immortals and monks present were a little horrified. Although they didn't like the academy very much secretly, they only dared to say it to themselves. Who would dare to say it in front of everyone? Standing below is a music saint from the academy.

What is the origin of this man in black?
The monks present began to guess.

Xian Ma laughed, clapped his hands and said, "Good temperament!"

Wu Sanjian lowered his brows, his expression was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Since you insist on going against my school, then Wu Sanjian can only ask you for a sword."

Chen Jiu dodged and appeared on the ground. He put down Jiang Ci, who was wrapped around his waist, and looked at Li Xian, who was lying aside with blood all over his body, and finally took a last look at the fresh horse.

The eyes are not very friendly.

Then he flashed into the sky in the eyes of everyone.

The lowly monk frowned and talked, "What a supernatural power at such a fast speed?"

"It's like shrinking the ground to an inch, but it's a little more profound. Being able to span such a long distance is already like a supernatural magic."

"There are not many celestial cultivators in the world who are willing to create supernatural magic."

All celestial beings can obtain a self-created immortal method, most celestial beings will choose to fight, and the few who are willing to save their lives will indeed create a god-speed immortal method, but those recorded in the book can be regarded as very few.

This black-robed man used it, but he didn't look like any of them on the record, because he violated the first point of creating the magic of speed and immortality——

Cherish life.

The man in black didn't show any regrets about his life.

As soon as he came up, he directly challenged the academy, and even dared to snatch the fairy sword, becoming the target of public criticism.

Le Sheng looked at Chen Jiu with his hands behind his back, thought for a moment, and then sent a ray of heavenly voice towards Wu Sanjian.

"Try his details, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Wu Sanjian got the saint's permission, and his expression became more passionate. He pinched "Gu Yu" in his hand and shouted at Chen Jiu.

"Flying sword will tell!"

Chen Jiu put the fairy sword "Guang Yin" aside, protected by the dark martial arts, then stretched out one hand to Wu Sanjian, and made a random move.

"You don't use a sword?" Wu Sanjian asked in surprise.

"You are not worthy." Chen Jiu replied indifferently.

Wu Sanjian's face was sullen, he didn't speak, he let out a "Grain Rain" sound in his hand, the sword energy overflowed, and in the cold season, the drizzle fell, freezing the human body.

Between Wu Sanjian and Xiao Yu, holding his sword in his arms, he approached Chen Jiu like a ghost.

In the small world of Grain Rain he created, the aura and soul of the monks would be frozen, causing their reactions to slow down, and even the head fell to the ground before regaining consciousness.

Wu Sanjian sneered at the corner of his mouth, the blade was already close to Chen Jiu's neck, and the sword light reflected a cold arc.

With just one click, he can make Chen Jiu survive and be seriously injured!
Looking at Chen Jiu who was stunned, he suddenly clenched his fist, and Gu Yu stopped suddenly with this fist, and the falling drizzle stopped in the air, crystal clear, and Chen Jiu's posture was shining in it.

First, he raised his two fingers to resist the coming sword blade, and then, with Wu Sanjian's horrified expression, punched his head with a fist, causing him to fall downwards, smashing the ground like a meteor falling.

Chen Jiu flicked his fisting right hand casually, evaporating the blood stained on it, then turned his head to look at the sword fairies, and asked slowly.

"Who else wants to get the sword?"

The clothes of the man in black fluttered, and under the hood was a cold mask.

The sword immortals present had different expressions and remained silent.

Wu Sanjian flew out of the pit, coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Chen Jiu with resentment, and said angrily.

"Twelve realms, you must be the peak of the twelve realms, and you are definitely not a swordsman. You are not here to get the sword, but to target my school!"

"How do you know I won't take the sword?" Chen Jiu asked back.

Wu Sanjian yelled angrily: "You are not a sword repairer, taking this fairy sword is of little use, there is no need to specifically offend my academy!"

"Oh." Chen Jiu sneered, "I really said that I am a king and I dare not offend you, but I want to offend you, what can you do to me?"

Wu Sanjian's face was gloomy, and he looked at Le Sheng slightly, but found that Le Sheng didn't move, so he could only continue talking.

"Aren't you afraid that so many sword immortals around us will kill you?"

Chen Jiu tilted his head, looked at all the sword celestial beings present, then looked back at Wu Sanjian, clicked on the fairy sword, and said word by word in a very confident tone.

"Come on together, I took the sword away after I finished the fight, in a hurry."

He didn't want to stay in China for too long, seeing Jiang Ci and Li Xian already made him feel bad.

The surrounding monks exclaimed, only thinking that this black-robed monk was too arrogant to beat so many sword immortals by himself.

All the sword fairies frowned slightly, looked at each other, and were about to discuss.

Chen Jiu swung his right hand and walked down from the sky slowly. He looked around and finally settled on Wu Sanjian.

So an instant punch.

pierced through the mountains.

Hit the river low.

Beat him half to death.

(End of this chapter)