Chapter 147: The balance between military power and fame and fortune
At the last moment, the sword wind changed, intensifying countless times in an instant, stirring up the entire battlefield.
The number of lightning bolts in the wind also reaches tens of millions, and they are everywhere, weaving a web of death in the wind.
"A breakthrough before the battle?"
The audience was very frightened. I had only heard of such dramatization in books.
In reality, a life-and-death battle is so fierce that there is no extra thought to understand.
But Black Wind Swordsman did it, and did it very well.
He had another head-to-head confrontation with the Bloody Hand Butcher, and the result was similar.
Injure the enemy one thousand, and injure oneself eight hundred.
The sword wind was charged with electricity, destroying the body of the Bloody Hand Butcher.
Like a fire dragon's fist, it fell on the black wind swordsman. On the surface, he seemed fine, but his body was suffering from a terrifying high temperature.
Another punch fell in conjunction with the force, and even the most excellent body protection method would cause trouble.
However, the Black Wind Swordsman was still not destroyed immediately. He waved the spiritual sword in his hand and continued to attack as if nothing happened.
The Bloody Hand Butcher was in trouble and wanted to resist, but he couldn't do it in his current state.
He could only watch helplessly as the sword struck, leaving fatal sword wounds on vital parts of his body.
When I realized that my life force was being lost, my expression was extremely complicated, ranging from resentment to panic.
At the same time, the battlefield began to close and the two men were returned to the ring.
The Bloody Hand Butcher was already a corpse lying on the ground.
The Black Wind Swordsman also felt uncomfortable. He was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the spiritual sword in his hand, his face was like gold paper, and there was an unsettling sound coming from his body.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the results.
If he also dies, the battle is considered a draw.
The leader of the Ji Dao Hall was looking forward to it with great anticipation, as such a result would mean a total kill.
Unfortunately, the Black Wind Swordsman still stood up, his cold eyes sweeping across the audience who were expecting him to die.
The audience had the illusion of being electrocuted.
After a while, applause erupted from the stands.
Except for a few who lost miserably, most people were impressed by the Black Wind Swordsman's performance and applauded from the bottom of their hearts.
A four-star strongman killed a nine-star strongman, and no one believed him.
However, if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to find that this is the Blood-Hand Butcher practicing one Qi alone, and the Black Wind Swordsman practicing two Qi together.
People speculate that it is Xuan Qi and Xuan Ming Qi.
Xuan Qi is the most suitable swordsman, and Xuan Ming Qi has vitality like him.
"That's all."
Some people felt unbalanced and curled their lips to express disdain.
The Black Wind Swordsman's performance just now was not too impressive, especially in the eyes of the swordsman.
Without the power of the sword, he had to rely on the secret of wind to break through in order to defeat the powerful enemy.
"It seems that my eyesight is much better than some people's."
In the stands, Jiang Chen also shouted very loudly towards Ai Liang, who had an ugly face over there.
Ai Liang gritted his teeth, his face was ashen, and he no longer looked bohemian.
"It's just good luck." Yang Jing said loudly.
"This martial arts hall is not interesting. It's just a competition between mediocre people." Ai Liang also said.
The leader of the Ji Dao Hall was dissatisfied, it was already amazing to be able to do this.
Are you still thinking of inviting all the powerful people here?
That is undoubtedly impossible. Lin Shuangyue and Yang Jing, who are among the top three in the rankings, do not look down upon such a small amount of money.
Of course he didn't dare to say these words, and the audience present also understood that this was the best way for the martial arts school.
"The Wu Clan's feast is really exciting, but it's a pity that someone can only stay in the grocery store." Ai Liang said sarcastically.
"That's not necessarily the case." Jiang Chen smiled, saying nothing.
Regardless of the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, everything else went on as usual.
The Bloody Hand Butcher's body was carried down, and the Black Wind Swordsman also said that he was too seriously injured and could not continue.
In fact, Jiang Chen didn't want to be too dazzling, and his injuries had already been recovered by his divine body.
The people who were going to play later were extremely happy, as they suddenly lost two powerful opponents, which relieved a lot of pressure.
Ai Liang and his followers are already leaving.
"What's wrong? Has the Young Master of the Thunder God Sect lost all his money? Do you want me to lend you some?" Jiang Chen mocked.
Hearing this, Ai Liang looked at him with cannibalistic eyes.
But the next second, his eyes glazed over and his expression was particularly exciting.
Because Jiang Chen happened to receive the fruits of his victory from the Jidao Martial Arts School.
One billion plus scary odds made Ai Liang envious.
"We'll see!"
After leaving a few words, Ai Liang left angrily.
"Master Luo, fame and fortune are all dependent on military power. I would like to advise you, don't get too carried away, otherwise you will die." Yang Jing said coldly.
"Are you threatening me?" Jiang Chen put his hands on the guardrail of the stands and his expression became cold.
"So what?" Yang Jing didn't want to be so direct, but when he saw Jiang Chen's appearance, he felt very dissatisfied.
"I still have twelve Taoist artifacts here. As long as someone takes your life, these will all belong to that person." Jiang Chen said.
As soon as these words came out, the martial arts hall seemed to explode, and everyone went crazy.
Including Xie Ting and Lin Shuangyue next to him.
"This master is really domineering." Xie Ting couldn't help but think.
"What are you talking about? Do you know what you are talking about?" Yang Jing was also panicked, his face was pale, and his voice was floating when he spoke.
Jiang Chen sneered and said nothing.
At this time, the expressions of everyone present were extremely exciting.
Some people looked at Yang Jing, and their gazes made Yang Jing feel cold all over.
"Master, Yang Jing is young and energetic, so please don't get along with him."
"Take back what you said, Shengwu Academy will remember a lot of you."
People secretly protecting Yang Jing appeared one after another.
What's interesting is that their attitudes don't dare to be too tough, and they are soft yet strong.
Jiang Chen shrugged and smiled even brighter.
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously, I just wanted to tell him a truth."
Having said this, Jiang Chen paused, and after attracting everyone's attention, said: "There is a balance between military power and fame and fortune. You, Yang Jing, represent military power in my eyes, but that's it."
"Arrogant! You are just buying and selling Taoist tools, don't tell me you are really capable of casting Taoist tools!" Yang Jing thought that he was guilty and started shouting again.
However, he was immediately stopped by people from the college, and at the same time, he looked at Jiang Chen and told him not to pay attention.
So, Yang Jing also left.
"Miss Xie, let's go too."
Xie Ting realized that her impression of Jiang Chen had changed, and because he had frustrated Yang Jing's spirit, she felt even more favorable towards him.
"Master Luo, why don't you let me recommend a place?"
Hongyun opened his mouth and said.
Jiang Chen and Xie Ting also had no objections.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen's expression changed slightly, but no one noticed.
At this moment, something happened in the Dharmakaya of Tianhu Inn.
Ai Liang left the Jidao Martial Arts School and ran to Tianhu Inn.
It seemed that he wanted to vent his anger on Jiang Chen and Yao Yuntong.
"Yao Yuntong, if you hide in the inn again, you will never want to see your father!"
Ai Liang was outside the inn, shouting regardless of image.
In the inn, Yao Yuntong's beauty turned pale and he couldn't sit still.