Chapter 595: No Morals, Father and Son

"Bang"

The swords collided, and there was a loud bang at first, followed by a series of roars as the concrete ground was plowed open.

A long and narrow ravine about seventy to eighty meters deep appeared on the ground. At the end stood Zhao Qingcheng in a half-squatting position. He held down the cold sword with both hands, trying his best to block it, and only then did he manage to take the blow.

At this moment, the renowned swordsman was panting heavily, with a gloomy look on his face.

Not far in front of him, Jiang Chen, who had transformed into a vicious general, saw this, shook the black sword in his hand, and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"Why didn't you just chop the bastard to death with one blow? What a rubbish knife!"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng's face became even uglier.

He recognized it himself. This was the weapon soul of a powerful weapon, something that countless people dreamed of.

Even he himself gave up the dignity of being the fourth in the world of swordsmanship and chose to work for the master of the weapon sect. In return, all he got was a sword without a weapon soul, which was barely a half-powerful weapon.

"No! Black Light Condensing Soul, this is..."

Zhao Qingcheng reacted immediately. Wasn't this the thing that the Master of the Weapon Sect had promised and offered a reward for anyone who could bring it back - the Mother Anvil of Ten Thousand Soldiers?

Before he was shocked for a moment, Jiang Chen had already picked up the black sword and rushed forward again.

"If you touch my Jiang family, you will pay with your life!"

"Hunyutian Sword!"

There was greed in Zhao Qingcheng's eyes, but the opponent's strength was too terrifying. After some hesitation, he put his finger between his eyebrows to summon a small blood sword, integrated it into the sword body, and then raised his hand and swung the sword.

In an instant, a blood-red streak shot up into the sky, and the majestic sword intent seemed to kill through heaven and earth.

This was one of Zhao Qingcheng's trump cards. After it collided with the knife light, it forced Jiang Chen to retreat repeatedly.

At this time, Zhao Qingcheng gave it a cold look.

"Stupid thing! Zhao won't bother with you now, but you are doomed to die. You have something hot in your hand!"

His figure flashed, turned into a sword light, and he escaped at an astonishing speed.

While resisting the blood-colored sword light, Jiang Chen laughed evilly, flicked his finger, and a black light flew out, turning into thousands of ancient shackles in the sky.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang, followed by Zhao Qingcheng's terrified voice: "What!?"

"Haha, do you need to make a fuss about it? If you mess with my Jiang family, you'll have to settle it with the King of Hell for the rest of your life!"

Jiang Chen's evil body had used several kinds of enhanced magical powers at some point and turned into a small giant over ten meters tall. At this time, the blood-colored sword light also dissipated. He bent his legs and jumped, blasting a deep pit on the ground, and the whole person smashed over like a cannonball.

Zhao Qingcheng had no other choice but to wipe her eyebrows and unlock several complicated seals.

"You forced me to do this. Do you really think that this is the fourth-ranked sword art in the world?"

A war broke out.

On this side, Tiezhu also stopped gnawing on his legs and transformed into a half-dragon. He looked at a man slowly walking towards him in the sky, and his huge eyes shed tears like a rainstorm.

It had no dignity at all as an ancient master of the Eight-Step King level. After seeing Jiang Chen, it burst into tears.

"Dad! Dad! My dad!"

This cry made Jiang Chen, who was walking towards him, look froze. He felt that it would be more appropriate for him to lie down at this time.

"Shut up!"