Chapter 597: How much style did he have in his heyday?
Jiang Chen's body was like an ancient demon general, his blood and energy rushing to the sky, holding a magical weapon in his hand. Every strike he made was accompanied by a terrifying aura that could shake the earth and mountains.
Zhao Qingcheng struggled to erect the sword shield, but it soon shattered into pieces.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you? Why did you fight for that old dragon? Do you know you're in big trouble?"
"When that person from the Qimen Sect returns from the depths of the restricted area, he will grind you to dust!"
He had no choice but to wipe his brows, take out a black soul sword with a painful look on his face, and only then was he able to withstand the attack.
"You're a dying man, yet you're still talking so much nonsense. What? Are you trying to make your last words complete?" Jiang Chen moved his body and attacked more fiercely while speaking with hurtful words.
Zhao Qingcheng's expression suddenly became even more gloomy.
After more than a dozen moves, several cracks had appeared on his black soul sword, which could not withstand the bombardment of the black iron anvil and the most powerful weapon souls.
"Damn it! How could you use an heirloom from our sect?"
"What are your origins? You have an aura almost identical to the monster in the restricted area, and yet... No! How did the Anvil of Ten Thousand Weapons come into your possession?!"
He suddenly reacted at this moment.
At this moment, Jiang Chen and Tie Zhu have also appeared on the horizon.
Zhao Qingcheng glanced at him, his expression changed drastically: "It's you!?"
"Return from the bottom of the Forgotten River!"
It can be seen that he is obviously very wary of Jiang Chen. The reason he attacked Tiezhu before was because it was a lone dragon, so he wanted to capture it and send it to the Weapon Gate in exchange for the promise of making a powerful weapon for himself in the future.
Even this renowned swordsman was not at all confident in facing the man who had returned from the bottom of the Forgotten River.
“Hehe~”
Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, his eyes looking down on everyone with an air of superiority.
After all, he was only at the level of a fourth-step king now, so the best way to achieve this was to make his opponents unable to see through him as much as possible and prevent them from targeting him.
"You are so brave to hunt down my son. Zhuzi, I will kill him with my own hands."
"Yes! Dad!"
Upon hearing this, Tiezhu's body suddenly grew rapidly, turning into a terrifying figure of more than 300 meters, and fell down like a small mountain.
"No wonder! He was able to return from the bottom of the Lethe River, so it's no surprise that he has such a mysterious helper."
Zhao Qingcheng's face was pale at this moment, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
"Damn it! The one who returned from the Forgotten River is personally leading the charge, even this old dragon is humble enough to call himself his adopted son, and there's also this monster who has mastered the rules of the restricted area and possesses the most powerful weapon..."
"There's no way I could be his opponent."
"No, we must find a way to run!"
The sword master was very decisive. After seeing that Tiezhu had also made a move, he immediately gave up any hope of success and carefully took out a small jade box from his bosom. The box was only the length of a palm, plain and simple, and the jade was white.
After taking out this thing, he took a deep breath, and after his eyes flickered several times, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.
"This is what I have prepared for my future advancement to the strongest realm. It is also the dream of countless swordsmen in this world. You forced me to take this step. I will remember this day's revenge!"
Zhao Qingcheng glanced up, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp, and she flicked her fingers, opening the lid of the jade box.
At this moment, Jiang Chen, who was watching the battle from a thousand meters away, felt all his hair stand on end.
Just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow, the evil spirit's pupils widened, and he desperately tried to pull back.
Tiezhu even stopped his downward momentum.
A flash of sword light shot out from the white jade box. It was very thin and faint, like a bee sting, almost invisible, but the terrifying sword intent it exuded was enough to scare anyone!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
