Chapter 178 Zhao Jingtian VS Cheng Yaokun

After being "molested" by Zhao Jingtian, Cheng Yaokun suddenly blushed and couldn't speak for a long time. Songjian himself also felt very strange. In the Xuantian Kingdom, no one took his sword spirit and was not injured.

Zhao Jingtian looked calm: "Mr. Song Jian, right? You lost this duel.

Song Jian's face darkened: "What are you talking about?"

"Do you believe it?" The old man raised his hand gently, and a wisp of flame quickly generated in his palm. In an instant, the air around the pine sword suddenly became hot, and a red light surrounded the pine sword in the middle!

Song Jian was horrized. These fiery fists are the fists that have just been separated by their own sword and reconverged. Zhao Jingtian was able to fix the released fist in the air and release it when he wanted to deal with the enemy.

This amazing boxing skill caught him off guard when he hit the pine sword, which made him unpreventable!

But Songjian is at least the younger brother of the second largest sword sect in the Xuantian Kingdom, which made him admit defeat so easily, and how can he put his face in front of so many elite disciples in the gate?

"Drink!" The sword in the hand of the pine sword stood flat, and the sword spirit converged on the sword in his hand, and suddenly waved several swords. Several earthen swords flew up and tore several openings of the red fists.

Unfortunately, he met Zhao Jingtian, a boxer with super strong boxing spirit. Although the fire and soil are not compatible, Zhao Jingtian's fire power is so strong that Song Jian has just torn the red light with sword spirit, and the red light immediately healed.

The fiery fist tightly wrapped the pine sword, making him almost suffocate!

The rough face of Song Jian became particularly ferocious, showing desperate eyes like a trapped beast, and the sword in his hand waved several strange swords. Judging from the sword spirit gushing from his sword, these sword moves seem to have the power of groundbreaking power.

Zhao Jingtian shouted in his heart: "Why did this guy suddenly become so strong!?"

It's not just Zhao Jingtian. Seeing Song Jian's use of this move, the disciples of the Dijianmen changed their faces and shouted loudly: "Break the Sky Sword!"

This kind of sword skill is a two-lose sword skill only when the disciples of the underground swordmen fight against others!

Wei Zimin frowned and immediately waved a local sword spirit in his hand without hesitation. With a bang, the earthen sword spirit hit Zhao Jingtian's fiery fist. The fiery fist surrounded by the pine sword suddenly turned into red light spots and quickly disappeared into the air. Song Jian, step back. You lost this battle." Wei Zimin said lightly.

Wei Zimin said it very easily, but for the disciples of the Dijianmen, Wei Zimin's statement was tantamount to a very difficult decision. If Songjian loses, it means that the face of the whole sword gate has fallen.

Song Jian looked regretful, as if he had done something he had done. His face twisted more bitter than bitter gourd, and he couldn't wait to open his stomach immediately.

Zhao Jingtian smiled faintly: "The door owner is really a hero. I admire him."

Wei Zimin saw that Zhao Jingtian's eyes were not pretentious, and there was no ridicule or pride at all. He also appreciated Zhao Jingtian in his heart: "I didn't expect that there would be such an excellent young man in the Holy Heaven. If it hadn't been for killing so many disciples in my family, I wouldn't have embarrassed him. Forget it, since Song Jian has lost, maybe this is God's will. Perhaps it's good to keep his life to find trouble with Tianjian Sect.

After thinking about it, Wei Zimin said coldly, "Brother Cheng, we lost. I can't help you avenge your son any more. Let's go."

"How dare you leave like this?" Although Cheng Yaokun was unwilling, he did not think that only Wei Zimin could avenge his son. At least, I am also a jade-blood swordsman. This revenge can also be revenged by yourself.

After Wei Zimin left with the crowd, Cheng Yaokun stared at Zhao Jingtian fiercely: "Kid, you kill my son and pay your life!"

Zhao Jingtian sneered, "Do you think you have a chance?"

"Arrogant!" Cheng Yaokun shouted angrily, and the sword in his hand suddenly flew out. With a hazy blue water sword spirit, the flying sword drew a blue track in the air and flew quickly to Zhao Jingtian.

Zhao Jingtian jumped to the side lightly and dodged the flying sword of Yaokun.

With a roar, Cheng Yaokun's flying sword pierced the roof of the house and blew the whole house into rubble.

The great destruction has begun. Zhao Jingtian fled desperately, and Cheng Yaokun's sword followed closely like Zhao Jingtian's tail, making Zhao Jingtian unable to get rid of it.

As long as Zhao Jingtian fled somewhere, the sword then stabbed over and destroyed the house where Zhao Jingtian went into a mess.

Anyway, it was not Zhao Jingtian's house that was destroyed, and Zhao Jingtian was not distressed at all. As for the guilt, this house was not destroyed by Zhao Jingtian. If you want to be guilty, Cheng Yaokun should also be guilty. How can it be his turn?

Cheng Yaokun is about to go crazy. He thinks that his swordsmanship is superior and more than enough for a wave-level boxer. Although Songjian was defeated by Zhao Jingtian, in Cheng Yaokun's view, Song Jian was too light of the enemy.

But Cheng Yaokun didn't expect that he still had nothing to do with this boy. Zhao Jingtian is really slippery!

"I don't believe it. His fist is richer than mine! I will consume it like this and drag him to death!" Cheng Yaokun made up this calculation and waved his sword repeatedly, but accelerated his speed.

Zhao Jingtian seemed to know Cheng Yaokun's abacus and continued to jump left and right like a monkey. Cheng Yaokun is like an angry lion, but this lion has nothing to do with Zhao Jingtian.

The two attacked and defended for a long time. Zhao Jingtian's fists continued to support his body, but Cheng Yaokun had obvious signs that his sword spirit was about to be exhausted. In this way, Cheng Yaokun couldn't help shouting, "Ah - I'm so angry! Thousands of swords return to the original!"

Cheng Yaokun's sword flew up and kept spinning into the sky. The clear sky was suddenly covered with blue water clouds, covering the sky above Zhao Jingtian's head.

Zhao Jingtian suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, and the water fist in his body began to surge.

"Jade blood level, really strong!" Zhao Jingtian knew that if this ready-to-go sword skill was completely released, the power would be amazing. If you want to break this terrible sword, you must destroy it before it is completed!

Zhao Jingtian jumped high and slammed into the largest blue cloud in the sky.

Cheng Yaokun's face showed a terrified look: Zhao Jingtian's rush was to hit the root of his sword skills, the body of the sword that transformed into countless blue water clouds!

If Zhao Jingtian destroys this sword, not only has to consume all his sword spirit, but also has to be countered by the sword spirit.

At present, Cheng Yaokun has no hesitation and uses all his sword skills. Countless water clouds burst one by one and turned into thin and short water needle and thread rain, pattering towards Zhao Jingtian.

Zhao Jingtian can feel that every water, needle and rain has the energy that can cut his body!

"Look, you're still not dead!" Cheng Yaokun showed a ferocious smile. He seemed to see that Zhao Jingtian was cut completely by his rain sword, and his body was bloody and dead.

Unexpectedly, three-color flames suddenly appeared in Zhao Jingtian's body, and the hot and strong flame burned his rain sword into countless water vapors.

Not only that, Zhao Jingtian also waved a flame and melted the sword hanging in the sky into iron.

"Puff!" Cheng Yaokun only felt that every bone and every inch of skin was burning all over his body. The feeling of burning made him painful, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Jingtian slowly fell down, and there seemed to be two flames burning in his black pupils: "Lord Cheng, you lost."

Cheng Yaokun breathed his blood again and shouted sadly, "Wow~~~ I hate it! Unexpectedly, I would be defeated by a boy! You kill me!"

Zhao Jingtian smiled and said, "Anyway, you don't threaten me. I won't kill you, so as not to offend the owner of the Sword Gate. Let's say goodbye. If you come to trouble me in the future, just let it go. Haha!"

Zhao Jingtian waved his hand, and Ning Lingxi, Zhang Yan and Yuwenchan followed and quickly left in the direction of the city gate.

Chen Yaokun gritted his teeth and asked, "Kid, leave your name!"

A voice floated in the distance: "Zhao Jingtian."