The screams of killing in the Tianxiong family's compound were loud. At this time, hundreds of people had poured out from various places in the compound, and the place where they were fighting was blocked.
Wearing a white cloth, Jian Chen held a light wind sword, and he kept moving freely among the crowd, dodging attacks from all directions, while killing the Tianxiong family. , every time it flickers, it will pierce or cut a person's throat, mercilessly harvesting life.
His movements were smooth and smooth, and even if he was surrounded by hundreds of people, he still had a calm expression on his face.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came, and upon hearing the sound, all the guards of the Tianxiong family immediately stepped back and stared at Jian Chen with a pair of eyes full of vigilance.
Tianxiong Lielong walked over from a distance, and behind him, there were several people of different ages. These people are relieved to be those people in the previous discussion hall, each of them represents the tile A not weak force in the city.
Tian Xionglie walked into the arena with a serious face, but when his eyes swept over the dozens of guards who had lost their lives on the ground, his face became gloomy, and finally his cold eyes fell on Jian Chen. On the face that was not very old.
When Tian Xiong saw Jian Chen's face clearly, his expression changed slightly. Immediately, a strong killing intent flashed from his eyes, and he looked at Jian Chen like a ferocious beast.
"You are Jian Chen." Tian Xionglie stared at Jian Chen with a dull face, gritted his teeth and said word by word, and there was a faint blood red in his eyes.
Jian Chen smiled lightly and said, "Patriarch Tianxiong, I didn't expect you to remember me."
Tian Xionglie trembled slightly all over his body. He would never forget the murderer of his only son in front of him. Even when he was dreaming every night, Jian Chen would appear in his mind from time to time. Zhang Young's face, although he has seen Jian Chen very few times, and it has been more than a year, but Jian Chen's appearance can be said to have been deeply imprinted in Tian Xionglie's mind, and he will never be able to forget.
"Jianchen, I was just about to come to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to the door on your own initiative. If that's the case, then you can stay here forever." Tian Xionglie stared at Jian Chen with hatred eyes, gritted his teeth. road.
Jian Chen snorted disdainfully and said, "Tian Xionglie, you couldn't keep me a year ago, and a year later, you still can't keep me, because of your little Tianxiong family, you haven't let me stay. qualifications."
Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Tian Xionglie's eyes. A year ago, Jian Chen escaped from him many times with the strength of his holy master, leaving him in a state of embarrassment. To him, this was simply an indelible shame.
However, Tian Xionglie didn't know that Jian Chen's strength was still at the stage of a high-level great saint at that time, and there was still a small gap between him and a saint.
"Boy, today I want to see how much you have grown over the past year, so keep me around to prevent him from escaping." After speaking, Peng Ai's khaki light emerged from Tian Xionglie's hand, It quickly condensed into a wide axe. Holding the giant axe in his hand, Tian Xionglie rushed towards Jian Chen with heavy steps.
"Drink!" With a loud shout, Tian Xionglie raised his giant axe high, and with the surging holy power accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking through the air, he slashed towards Jian Chen like lightning.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth. If he faced Tian Xionglie's thunder-like attack a year ago, he would definitely avoid the edge for a while, and would not dare to confront him, but now he is not what he used to be.
A hazy layer of sword light emerged from the light wind sword, wrapping the entire sword dust of the light wind sword, and then turned into a silver-white lightning and stabbed the giant axe without fear.
Seeing that Jian Chen was stubbornly confronting himself without dodging, Tian Xionglie's eyes flashed coldly, and he obviously felt extremely stupid for Jian Chen's behavior. A year ago, he played against Jian Chen, and when he knew Jian Chen very well, he didn't believe that Jian Chen's strength could grow to the same height as himself in this year's time.
Tian Xionglie let out a low voice, and the holy power on the axe couldn't help but become stronger.
"Ding!"
The two holy soldiers, which were completely different in size, collided in mid-air, and the holy power contained in the holy soldiers collided with each other, and a roaring sound suddenly erupted, which turned into a visible energy ripple. The holy soldier is the center, and it spreads rapidly around. When these energy ripples reach the ground, the hard stone slab is cracked like a piece of tofu, and the cracks like a spider web quickly spread around. .
Just as the two holy soldiers collided, Tian Xionglie's expression suddenly changed, he looked at Jian Chen in disbelief, and there was a little horror deep in his eyes.
From this confrontation, Tian Xionglie knew Jian Chen's strength in his heart. Compared with a year ago, it was an earth-shaking change. A year ago, if Jian Chen didn't rely on his speed to take advantage of the complex terrain in the jungle Playing hide-and-seek with him, killing Jian Chen was as easy as killing an ant. However, a year later, the ant had grown to a height where he could face him head-on. Such a rapid progress made it easier for him to move forward. Tianxionglie felt unbelievable.
Even Tian Xionglie felt that Jian Chen at this time and Jian Chen at the time were not one person at all, but two people, because the difference between Jian Chen's strength a year later and a year ago is really too big.
Jian Chen stumbled back a few steps. Although he was able to resist Tian Xionglie's attack from the front, he was still unable to achieve an evenly matched level. Although Tian Xionglie was an intermediate-level great sage, his strength was stronger than his. The strength is limited, but because of his earth-attribute holy power, he has a unique advantage, and his combat power is far less than that of an ordinary master at the peak of the Great Saint Master. With this collision, Jian Chen is obviously at a disadvantage.
On the other hand, Tian Xionglie still stood firmly on the field, but his feet had already sunk into the ground about an inch deep.
"Boy, I didn't expect your strength progress to be so terrifying in this year." Tian Xionglie stared at Jian Chen with a gloomy face, and said solemnly: "But no matter how great your progress is, today I will I want you to stay here forever." After speaking, Tian Xionglie charged towards Jian Chen again.