Emperor of Death

Chapter 219

On the Lanjiang River, after Jiang Ming's canoe broke, he finally looked at Yechen with his eyes straight.

With both feet on the river, Jiang Ming nodded lightly and said: "Okay, the talent is good, you are indeed a genius, you are finally worthy of the old man's shot, and there can be one more genius who died under the old man."

Ye Chen stepped forward with a sneer, and said ferociously: "Old man, you continue to be rampant. Today I will let you, an old dog, know what it means to be someone who cannot be provoked." While speaking, he continued to wave his right hand, towards Jiang Ming slapped down hard.

"Just you, you are far from qualified." Jiang Ming smiled disdainfully, and then slapped his right hand, which collided with Yechen's palm. Yechen's whole body was shot back, and a distance of more than 20 meters was drawn on the river. .

"A second-level martial spirit dares to be so rampant." Ye Chen sneered, and immediately stepped forward on the river.

"You're not injured?" Jiang Ming frowned slightly, and then slapped Ye Chen who was stepping on the river.

A long sword appeared in Ye Chen's hand, with a silver light shining on the long sword, it stabbed at Jiang Ming's palm, Ye Chen sneered: "Old dog, there is a kind of sword that uses the palm of your hand to fight against me."

"Hmph!" Jiang Ming snorted coldly, and his strong palm burst out in the palm of his hand.

Yechen stepped on the ghostly steps of the nether world, turned his body slightly, and stabbed out with the long sword, scattered Jiang Ming's palm, and then stabbed between Jiang Ming's fingers.

Jiang Ming's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "What a pure sword energy."

The right hand quickly retracted, even if it is a martial spirit, it can only use the body to resist the sharpness of the sharp weapon.

"I want to retreat!" Ye Chen sneered, the long sword seemed to have counted on Jiang Ming's movements, and suddenly swiped, a stream of blood burst from Jiang Ming's palm, and the little finger of Jiang Ming's right hand was completely cut off by Ye Chen.

Jiang Ming finally paid the price for his carelessness.

"This, how is it possible!" Countless people exclaimed and stared blankly at this scene. For them, shouldn't Jiang Ming slap Yechen to death? What did they see now? Yechen was injured Jiang Ming?No matter how careless Jiang Ming was, such a scene shouldn't have happened.

"It's really surprising." The senior members of Situ's family said softly, "I have to say, Yechen is really amazing, but Elder Jiang Ming, you should be serious."

"Yechen is so powerful that he actually hurt Elder Jiang." Beside Lin Yan'er, Hua Keyi was surprised.

On the Ye family's side, Zhang Yun and the others still held their palms tightly and looked ahead worriedly.

"Then, is that Wuling?" Everyone's discussion finally reached Zhang Yun's ears. Although Zhang Yun knew that Jiang Ming was very strong, he thought he was just a martial artist. If he knew it was Wuling, he would definitely Stop Yechen from letting him come.

At this moment, Zhang Yun's heart was clenched, and she looked at Jiang Xin worriedly.

Lin Shuang said softly at the side: "Madam, don't worry, the master must know his strength, but since the master is fighting, he must be sure of victory."

"Wu Ling, that's a high-ranking Wu Ling, how can Chen'er be sure. Sigh!" Zhang Yun sighed, but she also knew that at this moment, the only thing she could do to help Ye Chen was to keep silent and not let him get distracted. Heart.

On the surface of the river, Yechen sneered disdainfully: "I have killed one martial spirit like you, now I want to kill the second one."

"Arrogance." Jiang Ming said, "Boy, you've offended me."

Jiang Ming jumped into the air, took the flying little finger into his hand, put it in his pocket, and said coldly to Yechen, "I'll put the finger back on after I kill you."

Immediately, Jiang Ming swung out the fishing rod and swept it towards Yechen. Yechen had already seen that the fishing rod was his weapon.

The fishing rod is long and fast, which can be regarded as a strange weapon.

"Come on!" Ye Chen's fighting spirit was soaring, he stepped on the river with his feet, swung the long sword in his hand continuously, and silver lights appeared one after another.

Jiang Ming's fishing rod seems to be as fast as lightning, but Ye Chen's body is very flexible, and he shuttles between the fishing rods like a flexible fish.

The fishing rod was swung five or six times in a row, but it either missed or was deflected by Yechen's long sword, so that Yechen was not harmed by the frontal force at all.

The more Jiang Ming fought, the more frightened he became. He never expected that after exerting his full strength, he would not be able to take down the young man in front of him in a short time.

I have the power of the soul and can perceive the opponent's moves, but the opponent can instantly find out his own flaws and fight back just by relying on his eyesight and judgment. How can there be such a terrifying person in this world.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The fishing rod made a sound of piercing through the air, as long as it was swung, Ye Chen's body would be cut in two by the fishing rod.

Yechen seemed to be dancing with death, his body was moving away from him, and every time he approached, the long sword in his hand swung out, Jiang Ming would quickly retract his fishing rod to resist, and then calmly retreated under Jiang Ming's counterattack.

"Impossible, how could you do this, you are just a warrior, even a peak warrior, you can't handle so many attacks like this old man." Jiang Ming roared sharply.

"Old dog, are you afraid?" Yechen sneered again and again. When the fishing rod was swept over, his body suddenly sank, and his whole lower body sank into the river surface. The fishing rod swept over his head, startling him long hair.

Immediately, Yechen jumped out of his hand like a nimble fish, and suddenly approached Jiang Ming. His body rose from the river, and the long sword in his hand slashed fiercely at Jiang Ming's chest.

Jiang Ming didn't have time to take back the fishing rod, so he could only hold the fishing rod back and block the front of the long sword with the end of the fishing rod.

The long sword in Yechen's hand immediately changed, turning silvery and smooth towards Jiang Ming's fingers holding the fishing rod. Jiang Ming was very skilled in this move, and the fishing rod suddenly let go, but turned on its own. Then he was slapped on the fishing rod by the old man, and the fishing rod flew towards Yechen's chest.

With Wu Ling's strength, if this blow was real, at least half of Yechen's internal organs would be shattered.This is to force Yechen to draw his sword and block in front of the fishing rod. Even so, it will not be easy to resist the power of a martial spirit. Jiang Ming is confident that Yechen will be knocked into the air.

The corner of Yechen's mouth curled into an inexplicable smile, and his body suddenly continued to sink, allowing the fishing rod to fly out of Yechen's head and head towards the river.

Immediately, Yechen's voice rang in Jiang Ming's ear: "I can see that you are very good at fighting on the water surface, here you can use your experience to make your enemies suffer unfamiliar changes, but unfortunately, the battle Experience, the gap between you and me is like the difference between an ant and a dragon. Although you are good at water warfare, you don’t know that there are more changes and mysteries in the water. I can show my advantage here, so how could it be you Can imagine, stupid old dog."

Yechen jumped up from the water, and pointed the long sword in his right hand towards the old man's throat.

(End of this chapter)