Chapter 31: Revenge of a Palm

Jiang He's face was solemn. While the two were fighting fiercely, he decisively pulled Bai Minxin and wanted to leave first.

After realizing that Bai Minxin might be in trouble, he guessed that it was probably Lin Chi.

Apart from Lin Chi who possesses the Xuanhuang Pearl, who would specifically target this little girl?

There is both blood feud and interests.

He couldn't have imagined that the scene was handled so cleanly, and that Lin Chi would be able to find Bai Minxin so quickly.

Knowing that he was no match for Lin Chi, he used the sound transmission jade ring to report Lin Chi's whereabouts to Wuya Sect through Grandma Sun's grandson Lu Changliang.

Although he was just a casual cultivator, Wuya Sect did not ignore his news.

After all, would a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training have nothing better to do than to cheat Wuya Sect?
So, he and the foundation building elder stationed in Nanfang City came to find Bai Minxin.
The old man in green robe firmly held the upper hand and suppressed Lin Chi with his cultivation in the foundation-building stage.

It seemed like a cat playing with mouse, but the problem was that Lin Chi could not be captured.

No way, he was only at the fourth level of Qi training a few days ago, and now he can kill those at the foundation building level?

A bad guess popped up in Jiang He's mind.

He may believe in Lin Chi's ability and potential more than anyone else, even Lin Chi himself.

These destined protagonists will create miracles by subverting the norm time and time again.

"Want to escape?"

Tan Yuansheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted like thunder.

A flying sword that had been prepared long ago shot out under the cover of night before any sound was made.

This flying sword was extremely sinister. Jiang He's ears were ringing from the loud roar. If he hadn't been on guard, he would probably have been beheaded by this sword.

A faint light curtain quickly formed in front of him and Bai Minxin, blocking the flying sword's path.

"clang!"

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the flying sword was bounced away by the light curtain, leaving a dazzling spark.

Tan Yuansheng's eyes narrowed. He did not expect that Jiang He could actually block the attack he had been preparing for a long time.

"You're scared."

Tan Yuansheng's expression was in full view.

Jiang He swallowed the blood at the mouth. Even though he was prepared, the recoil of his spiritual energy still made his internal organs feel like they were being hit by a sledgehammer.

As a practitioner of this dharma spirit, his physique was still too weak for a fight of this level.

As if he could hear the beating of his own heart, he moved without any hesitation and summoned the middle-grade magic sword.

Tan Yuansheng has been fighting for many years and is very powerful. Even though he is now missing an arm, he may not be able to win.

Only preemptive action can be taken!

The next moment, Liuyun Zhuying ran to its extreme, and his body suddenly jumped, advancing instead of retreating.

In the blink of an eye, he was close to Tan Yuansheng, and the blazing spiritual flame wrapped around the magic sword, turning into a white light, and slashed towards Tan Yuansheng with unstoppable force.

This sword is almost unavoidable.

"court death!"

Tan Yuansheng didn't care about his treasure and took out a bell-shaped top-grade defensive magic weapon.

The bell was stained with blood and had many holes in it.

It had obviously experienced many battles before, but its power was not reduced. It burst out with a thick and heavy golden light, wrapping the white sword light.

Jiang Heru felt that the sword in his hand was stuck in the mud and he had no place to exert force.

Even the most powerful swordsman among mortals would not be able to react to or dodge this sword, because it has surpassed the limits of mortals.

Even the protective aura of a casual cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training was shattered to pieces by this sword.

This attack, infused with the full spiritual power of the late stage of Qi training, is not comparable to the red copper palm that Tan Yuansheng had used.

However, under the resistance of this defensive magic weapon, it was like a naughty child playing with a sword and had no deterrent effect at all.

Tan Yuansheng on the other side breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this magic weapon was still useful. Then he sneered:
"What am I afraid of? What can you do to me?" He was secretly accumulating spiritual power, preparing for a desperate fight.

He didn't believe that this casual cultivator, who had been beaten by him not long ago and was afraid to say a word, could pose any threat to him.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"You are afraid that after Lin Chi is killed by the elders of Wuya Sect, it will be your turn."

An indifferent male voice came, and he couldn't help but glance at the battlefield in the distance.

Lin Chi's symbolic yellow spiritual light can be vaguely seen, but it is being suppressed by the vast spiritual power of the foundation-building cultivator, like a candle in the wind.

He had already had some doubts about whether Lin Chi could be a match for a foundation-building cultivator, and now he was even more shaken.

Another sword came slashing down, its power far greater than the previous one.

Tan Yuansheng was sweating profusely, and he tried his best to ring the bell, laughing grimly:
"My third brother's ability is beyond your imagination."

Jiang He's voice interrupted him again, speaking calmly:
"You are afraid of being killed by me. You are seriously injured, right? Otherwise, why would you need to accumulate spiritual energy to attack, and why are you just defending now?"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was heard. Tan Yuansheng gritted his teeth and tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power without saying a word.

If he hadn't been in a bad state every time I met him, or if he hadn't actually broken through to the late stage of Qi training in the past few days
Seeing that he fell silent, Jiang He felt certain.

At this moment, the angry shout of the old man in green robe came from afar:
"Die, you bastard!"

"Lin Chi is dead, you're next!"

Tan Yuansheng had no time to notice the anger hidden in the green-robed old man's roar. He couldn't help but take a look, only to see the yellow spiritual light fleeing in panic.

Suddenly, many dead souls appeared. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang He pushed the magic sword to its extreme. The middle-grade magic sword could not bear the burden and let out a faint mournful cry.

The sword slashed down with unstoppable force, breaking the thick and heavy spiritual light.

At the same time, the magic sword also broke into pieces.

"what"

A scream came out of Tan Yuansheng's mouth. The backlash of the magic weapon and Jiang He's sword energy made his mouth and nose bleed, and his flesh and blood crumbled.

In the cold light of the sword's breaking blade, a hideous and terrifying face suddenly appeared before him.

"I'll return this palm to you!"

The bloody palm that was cut by the disintegrated magic sword was glowing with spiritual energy and kept getting bigger in the sight.

Then take a picture.

Tan Yuansheng fell to the ground in shock, his facial features collapsed into his brain, and red and white liquids flowed out uncontrollably.

The last image in my mind was Jiang He’s hideous and painful face.

It turned out that he had also reached his limit.

With three swords and one palm, he beat to death the leader of the Dragon and Tiger Gang who once treated him like a piece of trash.

As the rapidly secreted adrenaline faded away, Jiang He felt exhausted all over, and the highly overdrawn spiritual power caused his meridians to spasm.

His back was almost soaked with cold sweat, and Jiang He gasped for breath before he recovered from the high-pressure state.

A piece of the broken sword blade suddenly pierced into his abdomen.

Enduring the pain, Jiang He walked to the unrecognizable corpse and searched it briefly.

The first thing I saw was the bell. It was intact except for a gap.

The most expensive item was undoubtedly the storage bag in his arms. Jiang He picked it up without much joy in his heart.

Because the real battle is not over yet.
The torn arm fell to the ground from a high altitude with large splashes of blood.

Then, a wild and arrogant laugh broke through the silent night sky:
"Hahaha, old dog, nothing more than that!"

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