Chapter 1470: I will chop you today

After Jiang Haiwen's words fell, the breath suddenly changed, revealing a dark murderous body, and seemed to be ready to give Feng Chen a severe blow at any time.
"In that case, you ... kill them!" Feng Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong and overwhelming sword sent out from all over his body.
"Boy, it looks like you haven't understood what I said, the dead don't need to know!" Jiang Haiwen said, his tiptoe light, just like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Feng Chen, he raised his palm, Photographed towards Feng Chen, it is necessary to pat Feng Chen into flesh.
Feeling the horrible atmosphere contained in this palm, after the majestic momentum of mountains, the look of Ruchuan changed greatly, and his pupils contracted for a while, as if he encountered something extremely horrible. For a time, Ruchuan directly Stuck in place.
Mi Chuan is just a monk in the middle of the earth fairy. Compared with Jiang Haiwen, a perfect monk in the later days of the immortal, there is a big difference. In the face of Jiang Haiwen, how can Du Chuan have any resistance, it is just Jiang Haiwen. Momentum, will be able to suppress the delusion.
"Hmm! I will chop you today!" Feng Chen knew very well that Wang Xiaochuan and Wang Xiaoya had almost no chance of alive. The two of them died in front of him.
As a friend, would Feng Chen's revenge not be reported to them.
Regarding Jiang Haiwen in front of him, although he was repaired two places higher than Feng Chen, Feng Chen did not have any fear. If he exerted himself and cut off the person in front of him, there would be no problem.
Not to mention that he still has a lot of hole cards. If he wants to take out all of these hole cards, he can fight even a monk in the middle of Jinxian.
Feng Chen's hand stretched out, and the sword of the best magic heritage clasped his palm.
The sword of inheritance in his hand exudes a dazzling dazzling sword light. Feng Chen holds the sword of the inheritance and pulls several sword flowers around. One sword light lingers on his body, forming an airtight sword-like barrier.
"Huh! The eagle worm trick! Let's die!" Jiang Haiwen rushed to Feng Chen's eyes with disdain, with a face of ridicule. In his opinion, Feng Chen, a mid-day monk, was able to shoot directly. Damn it.
"A little cold light!" Feng Chen urged Jixianjianjue with all his strength, and the sword of inheritance issued a heavy sound of swordsing, and the sharp sword light was uttered by the sword tip.
Feng Chen didn't test it, and his first shot was the first form of Ji Xianjian Jue.
When Jiang Haiwen's palm was seven or eight meters away from Feng Chen, Feng Chen's original restrained breath was exasperated, and Jiang Haiwen was instantly enveloped by the violent sword. For a moment, Jiang Haiwen felt that he was in the same sea as a leafy boat. In the body, the body is a little shaky, this is a throbbing from the soul.
Jiang Haiwen was shocked. This momentum made him feel a little threat. He never expected that this son could make himself a life-threatening monk in the later days of the immortal, which was a terrible threat.
"Suffer!" Jiang Haiwen suddenly accelerated his speed, roared in his mouth, shot with all his strength, and took a picture toward Feng Chen's door.
"Oh!" At this moment, Feng Chen moved, shaking in his hands, and chopping Jiang Haiwen with a sword at will.
Watching a Jianmang split towards himself, Jiang Haiwen didn't care, but his face changed slightly.
"clang!"
This sword mang collided with Jiang Haiwen's palm. Jiang Haiwen was instantly repelled by the powerful force for several meters. Feng Chen's random sword made Jiang Haiwen's blood twitch, but did not cause any substantial harm. It just made him feel bad.
"Good boy, I seem to mutter you!" Jiang Haiwen's hands were behind him, his hands were a little numb, and they were still shaking.
He did not expect Feng Chen to have such a powerful force. You must know that this son is only in the early days of Tianxian.
It seems that the cultivation method of this son must not be ordinary. If he can seize it, his strength will change dramatically.
"Give you two choices. First, how did the jade pendant come. You better tell me originally. I'll give you a lot of fun. Second, I'll search the soul myself!"
The inherited sword in Feng Chen's hand pointed at Jiang Haiwen, with no grief or joy.
"Ha ha ha ha ... boy, it's a little bit interesting, is it successful because you just won the upper hand, do you think you can kill me?" Jiang Haiwen suddenly laughed when he heard Feng Chen's words, which was just a joke.
"That being the case, then there is nothing to talk about!" Feng Chen leapt forward, flying into the air, waving the inherited sword in his hand, drawing an arc, and chopping Jiang Haiwen.
"Small boy, I don't show some strength, really think he can't be lawless!" Jiang Haiwen's look changed, and his Yuanyuan power in his body was like the Yellow River's dyke.
"Fengfeng soars!" Feng Chen directly took out the killing move this time. He was very clear that in the face of this late monk, it would be difficult to hurt the opponent without showing some strength. If you want to search for the soul, you must first Only when the opponent is wounded can they be implemented, otherwise, under the strength of the opponent, he will only be backwashed.
"What kind of exercise is this and how can it be so powerful?" Jiang Haiwen obviously felt that Feng Chen's blow at this moment compared with the previous blow, the power of which was not in a grade at all.
The power contained in the previous hit only surprised him a little bit, and the power contained in this hit made him really feel that his life was threatened.
"Who the is this guy?" Turning Haiwen's thoughts away, but he didn't dare to entrust him. He stretched his right hand forward and shook hands with a long clenched grip.
This long magpie is his destiny fairy, and the rank is the pinnacle of the next fairy.
At this moment, when he was facing Feng Chen, the contempt in his heart had disappeared when Feng Chen launched the "Fengfeng Soaring".
"I don't care who you are, you will definitely die today!" Jiang Haiwen was so horrified that no matter what, he couldn't let Feng Chen leave alive, even if he hurt an enemy one thousand and damaged himself 800, even if he was seriously injured. , It is necessary to kill this child.
The strength of this son is too weird. In the middle of Tianxian, the strength that broke out can threaten a monk who stepped into the Jinxian period. What does this represent? Gongfa must be the best. If you let it go today, will you let it go in the future?
"Bang!" The red phoenix rushed down, and dived toward Jiang Haiwen.
Jiang Haiwen's eyes narrowed, and he threw the long cymbal in his hand to his head, and his hands kept condensing to create a secret.