Chapter 137 Begging for monthly tickets for the last three games
"Come again!" Jiang Chen suddenly changed the force of the sword in his hand, and his speed surged again. The artistic conception of speed seemed to be more profound at this moment. Although he did not make any breakthrough, his speed still accelerated a lot.
At this moment, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the shadow of the sword was also constant. Every sword struck a snowflake, and the snowflake could not advance even an inch, and the shadow of the sword could not disappear.
"Humph!" Jiang Bing snorted coldly again, and the long knife in his hand sped up. Snowflakes were flying, and the ice blade was flying wildly. However, no matter how fast Jiang Bing was, Jiang Chen's fast mood could still be easily blocked.
"End it!" The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth moved slightly, and he took a step back without any warning. Snowflakes and ice blades instantly attacked him, but Jiang Chen's voice was indifferent, without any nervousness. He could only see the Hanxin Sword in his hand, pointing downwards.
With one stroke, he lifted it up again.
"The eighth sword of Qingquan Sword Technique is turbulent and turbulent, blessed by the artistic conception of water." When Jiang Chen's sword speed increased, the sword technique suddenly became a lot weirder. It seemed that the sword was not moving, but Jiang Chen was the sword, and the sword was Jiang.
Chen, the two are inseparable.
The speed and the artistic conception of fast are extremely strange. Just like water, it can flow in any way, but it will change a lot, no matter what method. This is the ability of the artistic conception of water.
It seems like a violent storm is coming, it seems like a tsunami is flying across the sky. This is the power of Jiang Chen's move. Water, with the artistic conception of water, seems to be the roar of the wind and the roar of the rainstorm.
Jiang Bing's snowflakes could no longer hold up. The snowflakes decreased one by one, became smaller one by one, the power involuntarily became smaller, and the knife speed also began to increase.
"Defeat!" The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth moved again, and the sword in his hand was passed forward, and the sword hit Jiang Bing's blade. The long sword seemed to have hit fine steel, and instantly bounced back. Jiang Bing couldn't help but
After retreating, Jiang Chen instantly moved forward without giving any chance.
A sword was placed on Jiang Bing's neck, who was still retreating. Jiang Bing was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it. Jiang Chen's sword force changed, and his sword jumped away from Jiang Bing's long sword, and he placed the sword on Jiang Bing again.
above the neck.
"You lost." Jiang Chen said lightly. He didn't want to wipe out Jiang Bing's energy, but Jiang Chen knew that if Jiang Bing really surrendered, it would not happen overnight. Jiang Bing was his younger brother, so he was sure
I still have a little understanding.
"I lost." Jiang Bing's eyes dimmed instantly, as if he had received a super blow, yes! In order to defeat someone, a person would rather lose many games than reveal his trump card, but in the end,
But you didn't defeat the person you wanted to defeat, how painful it was in your heart!
However, the reality is like this, no matter how well prepared you are. In the face of real strength, those are vulnerable, and they are applicable no matter where they are.
"You don't have to call me brother, but you must pick up your own spirit." Jiang Chen said with a firm tone, then sheathed his sword, turned around, and walked down to the competition stage, ignoring the stupid Jiang Bing on the stage.
Is this just a loss? Is this the end?
Jiang Bing's heart hurt. He had always been proud, he had always been a genius. He knew he couldn't beat Ye Tian, but how could he lose to Jiang Chen again?
Jiang Bing's eyes became corrupted, but there still seemed to be a trace of wisdom motivating him! He slowly walked down the stage, without saying a word, sat in a corner and closed his eyes.
No one knows what he is thinking, no one knows what he will think about? It’s just the future. Jiang Chen is his inner demon, it depends on how he can eliminate it.
"He lost like this. If I remember correctly, this is the second time he has lost to Jiang Chen! Once, Jiang Chen was a waste, but now even Jiang Bing can't beat him." In a small corner
There, the Wu family was sitting there, and one of the middle-aged men spoke calmly.
"Yeah! Jiang Chen is really too scary. I really don't know if he suddenly enlightened." Wu Cheng also said that his nephew was so powerful and he was happy in his heart, but he didn't hear what he just said.
Middle-aged people have another meaning.
"Second Elder, this Jiang Chen has been killed several times and has not been killed. The eldest young master, I don't know where he is now. I am afraid that Jiang Chen is no longer a match for him!" The middle-aged man suddenly sent a message to
An old man next to Wu Cheng.
"Well, Jiang Chen must be eliminated. Let's wait first! We will wait until the war between the two countries is over. First, find a way to find Quan'er, otherwise his life will be in danger." The second elder said in a calm tone, looking straight at where he was sitting steadily.
, Jiang Chen, who was breathing evenly and feeling the spiritual energy.
The second elder still doesn't know that Wu Quan is dead. If he knew, I don't know if the second elder would be so calm and composed.
"There are only three games left in the next. Everyone is a little numb after watching it. Yes! I am numb. Wonderful games, one after another. The war between countries will also end. Who is responsible for it in the end?
National sovereignty will be announced immediately. Next, we will rest for an hour and the game will begin."
The middle-aged man once again stated that the game was about to end. Looking at the current situation of the game, the competition for the remaining players had also reached the final moment, and the battle for the bottom six places had also reached the last round.
On the Zhuque Terrace, Gao Mufeng gently fanned over, and butterflies danced gracefully, as if they were among the flowers and grass. The butterflies are flying in summer, and it looks extremely comfortable.
But if you really think that this scene is beautiful and comfortable, then congratulations, you are finished. The attractive-looking butterflies are actually full of sea buckthorn.
Every butterfly can easily kill an ordinary person.
"I won't give up so easily." Lin Feng is now like Jiang Bing. He has inner demons when he loses. He no longer wants to be as easy as the previous games. The prelude of the game determines your mood. When your mood is high,
You can naturally go further. Of course, this is a general statement.
Roar! The strong wind roared by! The eerie feeling of Lin Feng's knife made people's pores heat up, making their hair stand on end and making their hearts tremble with fear.
However, when the powerful blade encounters the dancing butterflies, they gradually disappear. The butterflies also disappear, but the huge number of butterflies always has the advantage.
"Butterflies are flying wildly." Gao Mufeng said softly, and he fanned a few more words, and butterflies flew all over the sky, instantly breaking through Lin Feng's blade protection.
The butterfly quickly surpassed his defense and landed on Lin Feng.
puff!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lin Feng pushed back. The butterfly, after encountering Lin Feng's body, disappeared in an instant. It actually exploded inside Lin Feng's body. Lin Feng continued to bleed and could no longer compete.
At the end of the game, the results of the bottom six have come out, and only four are in the top ten. Qi Daolong is 11th, and Liu Qing is 12th.
The result of the competition was unimaginable. Originally, Gao Mufeng's strength was not that high, but in the battle with Lin Feng, it made people look at him with admiration. Maybe this was his understanding! Jiang Chen could tell that Gao Mufeng's last move seemed to be
What did you learn?
An hour passed quickly, and the game continued. In the last three games, Jiang Chen's ears could clearly hear the names of two people.