Chapter 2 Fierce Battle

But I know that this is just a magic that is always present**. It's so easy to get, desire is everywhere, and sugar is the most willing poison.

This is exactly what makes you think of me. In the depths of Jiang Chen's persistent Taoist heart, another level of struggle quietly began.

"Goodbye, hero of Dongzhou." Jiang Chen picked up the oil paper umbrella on the ground and went out.

"Bang!" The oil umbrella opened, the turbid raindrops splashed one after another, and the gray water curtain seemed to roar with wind and thunder.

The rainstorm was pervasive and instantly wet the clothes.

And the pervasive ** is the best rock to sharpen his Taoist heart.

Jiang Chen and the demon smiled and walked into the storm.

The dinner should have just begun.

He is coming.

Listening to Zhuxuan is not far away.

Go straight along Jinxiu Avenue in the center of the city, turn the crisp alley in the east, and you can see the simple and beautiful Emei Bridge. Zhuxuan is located at the other end of the stone bridge.

In just more than ten miles, there are many outposts along the way, which is obviously different from the past. The monsters in Jinyan City seemed to have run out, in groups, wearing armor and spears, passing through the street in the rain

patrol the lane back and forth. There are also some people like Dongzhou, wearing bamboo hats, knocking on the doors of each family, showing the "Jianglong" portrait they carry with them, and questioning them over and over again.

"Jiang Chen, you have become the enemy of the whole Jinyan City." The demon raised his head and looked at the flying bird demon in the sky, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that the people of ASEAN can't stand it." On the way, Jiang Chen has been questioned several times. Under the eaves of shops along the street, there are often one or two ruffian-like guys who seem to be bored hiding from the rain, but their eyes keep slipping, and their sharp eyes do not let go of any slight movement on the street.

The fire of Yichun Building and the death of He Hua will inevitably lead to the pursuit of ASEAN.

Turning into Rouge Lane, the end of the alley was the Emei Bridge, and Jiang Chen subconsciously clenched the handle of the umbrella.

"Oh, boy, stop!" The rude roar came from the alley on the right, and a group of monsters rushed out aggressively and surrounded him.

"Why do you come out alone in such a heavy rain? Is it a conspiracy? Don't argue, take out the valuable things first and let me see if it's stolen!" He shouted for the leopard demon, knocked down the oil paper umbrella, saw my appearance clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned, "It turned out to be a pig demon. Shit, look at this bare pig's head, even * has evolved? Your demonic power should be very good, right? Jiang Chen smiled and bowed: "If you don't walk in, you will be pulled out by my daughter-in-law. She likes hairless."

The monsters around laughed loudly, and the leopard demon looked at Jiang Chen for a while: "You are not a human change, are you?"

"Of course not. I still have hairy hair! "Your Majesty!" Jiang Chenbian said, "Wait, your little thing is enough to show off in front of me?" The leopard demon waved his hand to stop his movement and hummed, "Your Majesty, I don't know how hot it is when I hold it in winter. Your daughter-in-law is not real. By the way, which formation do you have? Why don't you patrol? He approached the leopard demon and quietly stuffed an elixir into his hand: "My daughter-in-law thinks I'm poor, so I have to run out of the Holy Land of the Arctic to get some oil and water, not to work in the army."

"I'm going to die. It turns out that your boy is a stowaway worker. No wonder he looks very good." The leopard demon put away the elixir and sighed with emotion, "It's all understood by his daughter-in-law. Since the demon lord led us out of the Arctic holy land and to the world, the banshees have begun to be picky.

Jiang Chen nodded submissively: "Behind every successful male demon, there is a picky banshee."

"Remember, report to me as soon as you see this person. There is half of me and half of yours in the military merit book!" The leopard demon pointed to the portrait of "Jiang Long" on the opposite wall, and then let Jiang Chen go. He muttered, "What a fat and white pig's head, it seems to be human without hair, and I'm hungry."

Jiang Chen bent down to pick up the umbrella, hooked his fingers, and skillfully used chaotic armor to get the token between the waist of the leopard demon who went away.

"Jiang Chen, why don't you let me eat them? As long as they eat a little, they will be obedient. Why bother so much?" The devil licked his rosy lips and said, "I'm hungry."

"Knowing that you are awesome will make it easy for me to do anything." He said calmly, "I won't refuse your power, but I won't abuse it. I hope you can do the same.

Only in this way can you have the opportunity to break through the limits of extraterritorial demons. How did the demon ancestors who threw you into the cloud world know that their intention was not to let you learn to abandon the magic of devouring?" Is Jiang Chen ** me? Jiang Chen is so cunning that he turned me into one, and his Taoist heart is demonic? The devil tilted his head and thought for a while, giggled, and scratched my ear, "You almost took a loophole, Jiang Chen! However, this is an interesting game, but it's not easy.

"Although it's not easy, the more difficult it is, the more exciting it is, isn't it?" Jiang Chen smiled slightly, and his hearts were intertounded and exchanged. This kind of confrontation is really meaningful.

In the rain curtain of the door, the Emei Bridge is hidden. A small river under the bridge twists and turns to the moat outside the east wall.

Because of the heavy and urgent rain, there has been no weakening momentum so far. The river continues to rise, and the rapid water flow is almost as short of the curved and arched narrow bridge. At a glance, it seemed that the beautiful woman's curved eyebrows were drowned in tears.

Jiang Chen adjusted his breathing evenly, and his power flowed. He walked up the stone bridge step by step to adjust the essence, qi and spirit of his whole body to the best state.

"Hight!" Two men in Taoist robes held the tail of the stick, and two dripping white jade umbrellas swayed with colorful glow, blocking my way.

"This place is off limits, please take a detour." An elderly man glanced at him and frowned slightly.

"If you are blind, how dare you block the king's road!" He held up the token of the leopard demon, "When will it be your turn to decide in Dongzhou?" How dare you frown, look down on me, and engage in racial discrimination? Get out of here. The military situation is urgent. You can't afford to delay! You still frown. My name is brother!"

Two men saw the waist card clearly and got out of the way like a god of plague. He cursed and crossed the bridge with his receiver.

"Hee hee, Jiang Chen is really able to bend and stretch, pretending to be something. Do you know which one is you?

"Look at this ancient stone bridge under your feet." Jiang Chen said lazily, "The bridge is straight and the bridge hole is curved. Straight across people, curved across the river. Whether it is curved or straight, it is a stone bridge. So whether it is magic or Taoism, demons always belong to themselves.

There was a trace of confusion in the devil's eyes, and then he exclaimed, "I can't always say you. I'm starving to death!"

"Hey, in terms of mouth, I must be the only return to the ruins in the cloud world." Jiang Chen strolled down the bridge, frauded with tokens, and walked into Zhuxuan without danger.

The Xuan is densely planted with green bamboo, and the bamboo leaves are swaying in the wind and rain, adding more elegant and quiet beauty. The defense here was obviously tight and loose on the inside, and there was no one around for the time. I immediately jumped on the bamboo shoots and dived closer to the sound of the lights.

The dinner for entertaining Mingyang real people is set in a pavilion deep in the bamboo forest, surrounded by pool water, and the pool is full of invincible lotus. Less than ten feet away from the pavilion, Jiang Chen quietly stopped and probed to peep.

The candles in the pavilion are shining, the strings are wrapped around the sorghum, and the delicacies are full of banquets. Mingyang real people are sitting high, and Danshigong, Qiujing, Ba Tianhu, etc. are also not missing. In addition, there are more than a dozen strange faces, who are smiling with Mingyang real people, familiar with Yan Yan.

Outside the pool of the pavilion, there is still a group of people standing around, all dressed brightly and respectful, as if waiting for the call in the pavilion at any time. They are also regarded as personal characters in Jinyan City, but in front of Mingyang Zhenren, they are not even qualified to accompany them.

"Jiang Chen, there are a lot of delicious food." The devil looked at the crowd and his eyes were shining.

Jiang Chen carefully looked at the surrounding terrain and lay quietly on the bamboo shoots. He was not impatient, just like waiting patiently before the beast pounced on.

The fetal wakes up is still constantly healing the internal part and recovering from the injury. He is waiting. The moment at the end of the banquet is the most relaxed time for Mingyang's real spirit, and it is also the best opportunity for him to draw.

It took about two hours for the banquet to come to an end. Mingyang Zhenren walked out of the pavilion surrounded by everyone, smiling and elegantly, and would not neglect anyone's tribute to him.

Qiu Xuan held an umbrella for him, and everyone rushed to light the road. Mingyang is always the center of the crowd and the center of the brilliant lights, but Jiang Chen can feel the emptyness and loneliness in his heart, just like the cold rain falling from the thin bamboo leaves.

Jiang Chen's eyes followed the real figure of Mingyang until he was below, less than a foot away from me.

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and Jiang Chen shot down quickly.

The monostring line extends perfectly along his diving limbs, forming a word "one" in the air that can only be seen and cannot be seen.

Neither the swaying bamboo leaves around him nor the falling raindrops have been driven by his body, but still maintain his original sports posture.

This "one" antelope hangs its horn, which is smooth and natural. It not only has the essence of spells such as the secret magic and divine meteorology, but also makes it difficult to find the axe traces of the spell. It is a straight line and a constantly oscillating curve. It is a blow that completely melts the spells and string lines he has learned in the past.

This blow even reached his own peak! The spiritual core of the demon subtly combines with him, wielding the amazing use of extraterritorial demons in the spiritual field.

This blow is actually a joint blow between human and demons, although the demon's motivation is a little bad.

What's more wonderful is that he is really lucky. At the same time as the attack, the sky thundered, and the body and thunder instantly intersect, as if it were wrapped in a thunderbolt. Naturally, it was without edges and corners, which made up for the last point of this blow.

The word "one" becomes a circle again.

Mingyang Zhenren suddenly raised it, and his clear eyes met him in the air. The people around him are still unaware, holding Mingyang real people to talk endlessly, like a group of scramble hens.

The word "one" is like a mysterious bridge, bypassing all the obstacles on the way, connecting Jiang Chen and Mingyang into an independent world, separating all other people and things.

Seeing that the one-yuan string line was about to hit the Mingyang real person, a little green color suddenly popped out of the void, and the sword light shivered out of the fan-shaped arc light, sealing and cutting string lines layer by layer by layer.

In one breath, the sword light flowed, the string line was broken, and the two sides fought hundreds of times, and the people around Mingyang were always unaware. Just because the two sides are too fast, and whether he or Mingyang, their strength is extremely restrained, only focusing on the other party, without a trace of waste.

"Boom!" The sword and string shook hard for the last time and shook each other. He and Mingyang Zhenren spit blood almost indisting their mouths. The fierce momentum exploded, blowing up huge waves, and chaotic airflows burst into the sky. The nearby rain transpired and turned into a vast gray fog covering the bamboo forest.

He fell back and broke dozens of green bamboos one after another, but he also took the opportunity to remove the momentum and discharge the infiltrated knife gas. Mingyang Zhenren did not retreat, and a little eyebrow knife continued to rotate, like a green whirlpool, cleverly adsorbing the rolling energy around the knife body one by one.

Everyone was like a broken stone thrown around. Fortunately, Mingyang people absorbed the scattered strength with Xihe swords, and their mana foundation was good, so although they were affected by the aftermath, they were only slightly injured.

However, the strangulation took advantage of the gap, and the head seemed to flutter lightly, moving the hunting of the soul and secretly devouring a little consciousness of those people. Although he couldn't see anything strange from his appearance, he knew that they were a little different.

Xihe Sword rotated to the extreme, and the whirlpool condensed into a dark blue point. Mingyang's real wrist flipped gently, and this extremely concentrated knife light suddenly came out, chasing his figure flying back in the air.

It was not until this time that the immovable figure of Mingyang took a step back. However, the Xihe sword in his hand did not stop. The tip of the knife was erratic, as if he was not moving, as if he was ready to cooperate with the flying knife light, and attacked at any time to completely kill him.

This unenhancing sword is not only a real threat, but also an invisible spiritual pressure, forcing him to deal with the imminent knife light with all his strength.

He sighed, and the string lines merged with the rain curtain and turned into flying water dragons to the knife light. I thought that the sneak attack just now was perfect with the help of strangulation and thunder. Unexpectedly, it was still successfully blocked by the real person of Mingyang, and with the help of laying eggs, it turned the aftermath into a counterattack that turned defense into attack, which really made him marvel at the tenacity of returning to the ruins and become a master.

"Assassin, there are assassins!" The frightened people began to shout wildly, and the footsteps of demon soldiers and human guards came one after another.

He flew in the bamboo forest, trying to get rid of Mingyang's real man's air lock on him, and shouted harshly at the same time, "Ba Tianhu, why don't you do it?" This sound contains the power to deter the soul, and also has the intention to interfere with the human heart of Mingyang.

The Decepticon standing and watching was defenseless and immediately stunned. The demon smiled softly and seized the opportunity for a short gap in the other party's spirit. He skillfully touched his mind. The domineering tiger was shocked all over and involuntarily emitted a fierce evil tiger's anger. The surrounding crowd "hula" dispersed and left him far away. The Decepticon suddenly woke up and roared, "What the hell? Stupid, you made a mistake!" The people and demons who arrived were unknown. Seeing that the Decepticon was fierce to the rest of the people, they immediately waved a knife and a gun, and the situation was in a mess.

Mingyang Zhenren seems to be unaware of it, and the tip of the knife has always followed the subtle changes in his figure. Those people are noisy, enemies or friends, and they have nothing to do with him.

In desperation, he moved the string line with all his strength, and the water splashed. The deep blue knife light finally became shallow and drowned in the water dragon, and only the remaining knife gas came. I didn't look at the back, and the tip of my foot hooked back to break the green bamboo behind the left, and the string line was integrated into the rhythm of the bamboo body.

With a "click", the broken bamboo rushed forward, just hitting the knife gas. And with the help of the anti-shock force of the bamboo body, I flew back and swayed left and right, with the help of the dense green bamboo to change the direction to avoid the next knife from Mingyang.

Zhuxuan's environment has long been remembered by him. The size and length of the bamboo forest, the position interval of each bamboo, and the toughness of the bamboo body were all known by him in advance. He is not a real person in Mingyang. He does not have the insight of the whole audience. He can only make up for his shortcomings with diligence and shorten the gap in the Taoist world as much as possible.

At the moment when the knife was extinguished, the blue light rose, and the knife that Mingyang was waiting for finally came out.

The distance between each other by dozens of feet seems to be non-existent. The knife light crosses the bamboo group and comes in an instant, which makes the skin cold and can't grasp its rhythm at all.

The one-string line was applied with all its strength, and the dense raindrops surged into waves, and the tsunami-like wall stood up, overlapping and rolling towards the knife light.

The knife light seemed to be unimpeded, dragging out a fierce rainbow, breaking the sea and waves, cutting through the string elephant, but even the surrounding bamboo leaves did not fall down.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and no matter how clever he dodged, it was difficult to get rid of the knife light. This is the full blow of Mingyang Zhenren. Unless he shoots a magic gun and suspends the knife, he will be seriously damaged.

Cut the knife light.

He gritted his teeth and roared, had to seal the string line and prepare to shoot the magic gun.

Seeing that his identity was about to be exposed, the demon's eyes suddenly shot out dazzling blood light, and extraterritorial demons swarmed and danced ferociously. They opened their strange mouths and turned the creepy cry into a silent spiritual sound wave, directly attacking the real person in Mingyang.

The devil's wings bloomed layer by layer at the same time, and the red charm was like a scattered flower, facing the sword light, showing countless wonderful aspects.

And the demon's eyes stared at the real person in Mingyang, and his nose hooked the other party's mind.

The knife light suddenly stagnated.

The stagnation time is negligible, but the string line takes advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch the rhythm of the knife.

The knife light fell again, splitting the blood light seal, and when it continued to fall, he integrated the rhythm of the knife light.

The air roared in his ear, and he seemed to be wrapped in an invincible lightning, passing through layers of space. Through the knife light, the nearby Cuizhu looked extremely strange. The sense of position he was familiar with suddenly turned upside down. The bamboo that should be close was far away, as if they were staggered and divided into different universes.

It turns out that this knife is extremely exhausted!

He immediately realized and realized the subtlety of the knife light. This is equivalent to Mingyang's real person teaching Zhiwei essence in disguise. Of course, he can't refuse his painstaking efforts.

The knife was cut off, the blue light suddenly dissipated, and the bamboo forest returned to its original scene in the field of vision. He turned sideways, like a carp leaping wave, and then pedaled his right leg back. With the help of the rebound of a green bamboo, he ejected in the opposite direction of Mingyang.