Chapter 561: Three Feet Under the Blood River, the Strongest, Exploded
After all, he is the strongest person in the world, so how fast are his thinking and reactions?
From the moment he saw Jiang Chen show up, the evil young man wanted to jump. The fact that the King of Jiuzhou could survive in the Blood River made him a considerable threat. Since he had been provoked, the best way was to wipe him out at all costs!
He thought so and did so.
His pupils shrank into a line, and with a wave of his hand, a black shadow rushed out at a high speed. It seemed to be a weapon, containing astonishing murderous intent, and it went directly towards Jiang Chen.
A terrifying pressure filled the air. This attack was more than ten times more powerful than the previous one. It was an all-out attack by a supreme being, making everyone tremble with fear and dare not move.
Jiang Chen's expression also darkened.
The other party seemed to not even care about whether it would provoke the taboo of the Wangchuan Blood River. Even if it meant taking certain risks, he was determined to kill himself.
He also didn't expect that this old antique would act so decisively.
Just seeing that he had the ability to survive in the blood river, he was filled with an extremely determined desire to kill.
Fortunately, Jiang Chen's six senses were much sharper than those of ordinary strong men at this moment, and might even be better than the strongest. The moment the opponent attacked, he directly sensed the crisis and responded very quickly.
He first pinched his fingers together and pressed the severely injured iron pillar in his hand into a rippling void. The next second, it appeared directly at the other end of the blood river, very close to the restricted area barrier. With the speed of several high-ranking kings, they would definitely not be able to catch up with it.
As long as no other powerful person takes action, Tiezhu will definitely be safe.
While doing this, he used his other hand to tear open the space in front of him and stepped in.
The strongest attack came in an instant. It was too late to use any magic tricks. He could only evade it by moving a short distance.
The next second, Jiang Chen appeared in another part of the blood river, still half of his body immersed in the water.
But what made his face turn cold was that the black shadow followed closely, and he also saw clearly that it was a black iron anvil, a tool used for blacksmithing, and there were also several phantoms of extremely powerful tools attached to it. The person he had provoked was a powerful tool!
Jiang Chen didn’t recognize those phantoms. He just felt that each one of them surpassed the king’s weapon.
Maybe they should be the most powerful machines.
An anvil is equivalent to five or six powerful devices combined. When it falls down, the power is absolutely terrifying. Even the average powerful person would not dare to take it head-on.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath.
He weighed it up. The water of the Forgotten River was mysterious and ancient, and should be able to block the vast murderous will of these objects. He estimated that it would be difficult to block the full power of this attack.
Unless he dives to a dangerous depth.
The blood river of Wangchuan, only the upper three feet can confuse people's minds and let them see their past lives. What is the purpose of the lower three feet? Even Jiang Chen couldn't know it even with his six-ear all-knowing consciousness.
After a little thought, Jiang Chen recalled that when facing him before, this Blood River even omitted the process of deducing past and present lives, so he was no longer polite.
"Brother Xuehe, let's just treat us as friends. I'm going a little deeper into your body. I have absolutely no intention of offending you. I hope you can give me some face. I'll never pee in the river again."
He muttered something, then dived down.
This action just finished the moment.
"Bang"
The black anvil also smashed into the river, sending up a cloud of blood and water, frightening many people so much that they quickly retreated.
However, it can also be seen that the Wangchuan Blood River is indeed extraordinary. When Zhiqiang hit it with all his strength, 50% of his strength was eliminated just by hitting the river surface, and his speed slowed down immediately.
Moreover, after the black anvil was stained with blood, it began to rot and deteriorate rapidly, and even the shadow of the most powerful weapon on it was slowly melting away.
Seeing this, the evil Qingyu frowned, seeming a little distressed, but soon his expression became stern, and he waved his hand. A bright black light shone, and the anvil burst out with even more terrifying power.
Now that he had taken action, he could not hesitate. As long as he could kill this potential threat, it would not matter even if this extremely precious and special weapon was destroyed.
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