Chapter 772 Jiang Xiaochen's Fierce Power

A war broke out over the tropical rainforest.

After Jiang Xiaochen's initial strength, the three living fossils also burst out with ferocious strength.

Eighteen ancient talismans were suspended in the air, forming a formation. The layered spiritual power came in waves, one after another, crashing down like waves, forming a terrifying repressive force.

It became difficult for Jiang Xiaochen to take a step.

The opponent's methods were so strange and unpredictable that even a peak-level half-step great power figure was restricted in his movements.

At this time, the woman also blocked the destructive wave at the cost of an amulet. She looked unhappy. The other party forced out one of her trump cards with a casual attack.

However, she did not forget to fight back. Her hands sketched faster, and she drew a figure of Jiang Xiaochen with blood. The straw man instantly became lifelike and vivid, almost exactly like the real person.

There was a hint of malice in the woman's eyes, and she inserted a steel needle into the wound.

His heart suddenly beat violently, and Jiang Xiaochen spat out a mouthful of blood. His momentum weakened significantly, and his body softened. He was suppressed by the endless power of the wave talisman array and fell to his knees in the void.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and pointed at his temple.

Nan Zhensu, who was not far away, saw this, his expression remained neutral. He did not rush to be happy, but instead warned: "Be careful, a trapped beast will still fight."

The middle-aged man who drew his sword increased his strength by three points upon hearing this.

"What a great move!" Jiang Xiaochen roared, surprisingly pleased. Nearly two dozen illusory paths of magic appeared behind him, trembling together and erupting with earth-shaking power.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, the power of the Yin God swallowing the elephant was revealed, and infinite spiritual energy poured into his body.

The tiger's body shook.

The power of the overlapping waves could no longer suppress him, and the eighteen ancient talismans burned to ashes.

The sword technique taken from Jiang Dijiao flashed with cold light, and the broadsword slashed out. A pair of ghostly eyes opened in the void in a trance. The middle-aged man's consciousness went blank for a moment, and when he came to his senses again, his spirit sword had been chopped off and flew out.

The Avenue of Misfortune surged, with strange howls emanating from it. The boundless power of disasters flowed back through the Wrath of Vows, causing the distant female half-step powerful being to spurt large amounts of blood from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose without any warning.

The other party screamed in surprise, unable to contain his panic.

Jiang Xiaochen chased the middle-aged man with a knife, murderous intent.

Jiang Chen discovered that even in this situation, Nan Zhen Su still had his eyes lowered and was not in a hurry.

"Good trick." He also praised it.

It is obvious that the three living fossils are not that simple and they still have a backup plan.

Jiang Chen was not in a hurry and waited with a smile. After this battle, Jiang Xiaochen would have four more avenues and a number of strange and unpredictable methods.

At this moment, the other party suddenly looked over and said seriously, "I am actually very curious. Is the King Chen, who is said to be so mysterious and powerful, truly unfathomable, or is he just a facade, a reputation for nothing?"

Jiang Chen lit a cigarette while holding his breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said nonchalantly: "I don't think you are very curious. If you were truly curious, you would have tried it long ago."

This kind of reaction seems to be full of confidence, but also seems to be a bit timid, making it difficult to understand.

Nan Zhensu's eyes flickered several times, but he didn't dare to move in the end.

On this side, the battle between four half-step masters was in full swing, destroying large areas of tropical rainforest and dyeing the sky blood-red.

The three living fossils were indeed extraordinary, and they had another deadly move.

The middle-aged man holding the sword seemed to split the underworld with one sword, and a huge canyon with howling winds evolved in the void. Thousands of ghosts wailed below, and countless terrifying scenes evolved, trying to drag Jiang Xiaochen into it.