Chapter 347: This Juggernaut prays!

There was silence in the mansion.
Only the light breeze blowing on the leaves, the rustling sound, at this moment, seemed particularly clear.
Those who come to the banquet today know how shocking Chen Xinglie's "true strength" is.
A while ago, Chen Xinglie slashed the dragon with a sword. It was at night. Although many people saw it, few people could see the sword clearly. It was from Chen Mansion, because Nanming in the mansion was blocked from the fire formation. It's beyond the eyes of the world, but it's different now.
Ling Hengchao in Cangming Palace peeed his pants in fright in front of Chen Xinglie, and finally had no place to show himself. The incident of Hengjian's suicide had already spread everywhere.
Even the land gods are so scared to pee their pants, how powerful is it?
Few people can guess this.
The only thing everyone can guess is that Chen Xinglie's martial arts strength can at least scare the land gods to death, scaring them that they don't even have the courage to shoot, only the courage to commit suicide.
now.
Chen Xinglie drew his sword in hand.
Ask the world, who can stop Chen Xinglie, who is holding a sword in his hand?
Ling Henchao is a lesson from the past!
Those below the land gods are definitely not Chen Xinglie's opponents. Even if the land gods have the same martial arts strength as Ling Henchao, the master of the Cangming Temple, they would have to commit suicide in fright.
No one thought Du Heiyan could stop the sword in Chen Xinglie's hand.
Even Du Heiyan himself felt that it must be cold today.
But Du Heiyan's thoughts were different from those of others. He raised his head and stared at Chen Xinglie's Jianfeng. There was even an urge to try, and his eyes were full of expectation.
The expression of the sword sage of the Barbarian tribe is like a bear child standing at the door of his house, waiting for his father to come home and hand out sweets.
This surprised Chen Xinglie.
But he didn't speak, nor did he immediately operate the Void Condensation Sword Art to show the dazzling sword light, only the palm of the chrysanthemum arrow symbol was slightly pale.
Only because he noticed it.
Just now, there seems to be a slip of the tongue...
Chen Xinglie's original intention was to say: "Dare to fight with this seat", but when the words came to his lips, he made a mistake and said that he was in line.
Blame all those spicy chicken games that I played before!
What kind of aligning, just shooting, jungle...This type of game vocabulary is used too much, and I accidentally say it.
The first thing that came out was the two heroes.
The thinking of the two has always been a little different from that of normal people. After all, the two force the young people to be more happy and the neuropathy thinkers.
"The son."
Zhen Yingxiong asked in a daze, "Dare to ask, what does laning mean?"
Zhen Haojie followed his eldest brother and said, "Yes, yes, I am also very curious."
Chen Xinglie's eyes condensed and said, "Want to know?"
The two brothers nodded together.
Chen Xinglie waved his finger at the hundreds of classics on the side, saying: "Reading a hundred times is right for you. If you two are willing to read carefully and understand all of these classics, you will understand it naturally. What is pairing?"
The brothers looked at each other and shook their heads.
Although the two are not illiterate like Du Heiyan, they are by no means a person who loves learning, but sometimes they like to do some unique research. For example, not long ago, the two brothers worked together to invent a treasure that can shine day and night. When I showed it to Chen Xinglie, it was actually a mirror. As long as the candle was continuously lit in front of the mirror, the mirror would keep reflecting and reflecting until the sky was old and the sea was dead...
Anyway, the brothers are very unreliable.
And this moment.
Du Heiyan's actions gave Chen Xinglie an unreliable feeling like the heroes and brothers.
"come!"
"Sword out! You cut this sword master with a sword!"
"I heard that you, Master Chen, slashed the dragon with a single sword. Even the true dragon above the nine heavens did not dare to face your sword, and was slashed to flee. The lord of the Cangming Palace, Ling Henchao, was killed by the sword in your hand. Scared to pee."
"Now that the sword master has offended you, why didn't you come out with a sword, why didn't you come to kill the sword master?"
"Hurry up!"
"This Sword Saint prays for death!"
Du Heiyan yelled loudly. At the same time, he raised his hand and forcibly removed the armor that was wrapped around his neck, exposing the thick bronze neck. He pointed to the throat and yelled at Chen Xinglie.
but.
Du Heiyan only raised one hand.
When the Barbarian Sword Saint clamored, his other hand was hanging beside him, and he pinched a very strange hand shape between his fingers.
As soon as Chen Xinglie saw this hand shape, he felt that he was wrong. He always felt that there were some impressions in his memory, and he couldn't help but frowned. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered.
The barbarians have a very profound and mysterious secret method.
The disintegration of the wild god!
This method is extremely mysterious.
A barbarian master who practices this method, after each disintegration, as long as he recovers his injury, his body will become stronger than ever.
The more powerful the attack before death, the tougher the body after recovering from the injury.
If you survive a catastrophe, you will become stronger!
Du Heiyan, as a barbarian sword saint, must have practiced the art of disintegrating barbaric gods.
Any barbarian master who has practiced this secret technique will definitely take advantage of the traits that become stronger after being injured, seek his own way, and make his body become more and more powerful.
Generally speaking.
This way of exercising the body happens within the barbarians.
The barbarians do not lack masters.
There are several land immortals among the barbarians in northern Xinjiang.
Those masters who have practiced the art of the disintegration of barbaric gods can achieve the purpose of exercising their physical bodies by inviting the land gods within the barbarian clan to take action.
but.
There is no end to martial arts.
How could Du Heiyan not want to make his physical body stronger?
He wanted to take Chen Xinglie's sword.
The sword in Chen Xinglie's hand, even a real dragon can be cut!
Such a powerful sword art, if it is cut on the body, it will not die, and after the injury is restored, will it make the body tyrannical to the point of unimaginable?
This is what Du Heiyan dreams of.
Except for the internal masters of the barbarian clan, the outside world does not know the secret technique of the disintegration of the barbarian god.
Such as the group of people who came to the banquet today, even the two demon gods Qian Yuzao and Gu Huo Meimei, as well as the tongueless old eunuch, the Taoist Drunken Dragon, Feng Youyou and other land immortals, did not know the existence of the secret technique of the disintegration of the wild gods.
Only Chen Xinglie knows.
It was because, many years later, the barbarians were learned by the monsters, and many of the secrets of the barbarians would be printed in a book by the monsters and circulated widely in the monsters, and then passed on to Chen Xinglie by the beauties of the monsters.
Chen Xinglie stared at Du Heiyan with cold eyes, and said proudly: "You are just a mere illiterate, but you also want to calculate your seat. It's just a dream!"
Du Heiyan's eyes flickered, and said: "Calculate? This swordsman doesn't know what else you are talking about."
"Hey!" Chen Xinglie shook his head and sighed, raising the big sword in his hand, gently touching the blade, his movements were gentle, as if he was touching a lover's hand...