Chapter 11 linger

A sense of powerlessness rises from the bottom of the heart. Even if the bloodline of the heavenly demon is too strong, but because of the suppression of the spirit of the moon, Jiachen has always been a disabled heavenly demon bloodline. In any case, this incomplete heavenly demon bloodline will not go against the sky to the level of fighting against the real world with mortals. There is a complete qualitative gap between the two, only a difference. A realm is like a gap in the sky.

"Tomorrow, atone for your brother." Jia Chen suddenly thought of what he said yesterday. Now even Jia Chen himself feels ridiculous. Jia Chen doesn't know what kind of anti-sky method Yue Heng used to help Yue Ziyang cross that threshold. Now he doesn't bother to think about how a person, even with Juyong, can fight against his disciples who have been practicing in Cangyuezong for many years. What?

The recovery speed of Tianmo's bloodline is indeed against the sky. Jiachen's trauma has not been too much hindered, but for the current situation, this is not even enough to pay a cup of water. What should Jiachen, who is still struggling to support, do?

So far, the only thing Jiachen can think of is to uncover the seal of the spirit of the moon, take out his complete strength, and maybe it is possible to fight with him. Even if his identity is exposed later, the first situation at present is to survive. Jiachen can't control so much.

He desperately mobilized the spirit of the moon lurking in the heart and felt the vague dark shadow. Until now, Jia Chen has not seen this sacred object that has been lurking in his body for many years. Although he is driving desperately, Jia Chen still sadly found that the spirit of the moon is like a dead mountain for ten thousand years. Don't move.

At this moment, the spiritual heart of the moon seems to have completely cut off the connection with Jia Chen. No matter how bad the current situation is, the spiritual heart of the moon is still like a pool of dead water in an ancient well, without being moved at all and without any reaction.

"Fuck!" Jia Chen cursed like a giant Yong. Looking at Yue Ziyang, who was pressing towards him step by step, he turned his head crazily and wanted to deal with it. Jia Chen was not a person who was willing to bow his head and admit defeat. The inherent pride made Jia Chen feel that admitting defeat is worse than death.

Just between the electric flint light, Yue Ziyang's strong fist wind has attacked Jiachen's face with mountain momentum. It is impossible for the locked Jiachen to dodge at all. In desperation, he had no choice but to bravely bravely and passively greet him.

With a bang, Jiachen, who was blown away, fell heavily and stirred a burst of smoke, while Yue Ziyang was not affected by Jia Chen at all, and his momentum became more fierce.

"It's really too powerful." After the real war, Jia Chen really realized the gap between the real world and the mortal world. Finally, he understood that although it was only a wall, one was called a mortal, and the other would be respected as a real person. Why did 90% of the warriors in the world stay in the Sunday for a lifetime and could not advance to the real life? Human environment.

Yue Ziyang stared at Jia Chen without stopping at all. Jia Chen, who had just struggled to stand up, came with another heavy punch. The power of the attack that had been transformed into spiritual power was also incomparable. With another crisp sound, Jia Chen fell to the ground again, and his painful expression overflowed on his face.

Yue Ziyang seemed to see that Jia Chen's physique was extraordinary. His fighting and resilience were extraordinary, which made Yue Ziyang's eyes flash a trace of surprise, but Yue Ziyang's movements in his hands never stopped. Between breathing, there were more than a dozen punches, and Jia Chen was like a fragile sandbag, once He was hit into the air again and fell heavily.

"Oh, it's another good seedling. What a pity." In the place where the practitioners sat in the audience, a young man in a cyan Taoist robe looked at Jia Chen in the audience and said with regret.

"Well, who told him to be so ignorant at the beginning, and kindly asked him to come to our Qingyunmen and look like he was indifferent." Another disciple, who stood next to the man and was slightly younger, said indignantly. It turned out that these people were actually disciples of Qingyunmen who had found Jiachen.

"If you hadn't been too greedy and arrogant, maybe this boy would have agreed, but think about your attitude at the beginning, it's really nonsense! Now, no one can think of it. That confinement will definitely enter the Cangyue Sect, and I don't seem to be able to live today. The young man scolded the people around him.

"But..." The young disciple wanted to say something else, but he couldn't say it, because what the young man said was true.

It's not only Qingyunmen, but I'm afraid many sects are like this at this moment. As far as Jia Chen's performance is concerned, there is absolutely no problem in entering these second-rate sects, and no one will doubt that Yue Ziyang can enter the Cangyue Sect, but now Jiachen's situation is really not optimistic.

After a burst of venting fists and feet, Yue Ziyang finally stopped his hand, because Jiachen on the ground was already weak and he was afraid that he could not climb up.

"Tut, what a super-strong guy, so durable." Yue Ziyang looked at Jia Chen and shook his head and smiled.

"If you admit defeat now, I will let you go and end the game immediately." Yue Ziyang, who walked to Jia Chen's side, said to Jia Chen as a winner.

Yue Ziyang's words stunned the whole field. Originally, everyone thought that Jia Chen would definitely die. Who knew that Yue Ziyang gave Jia Chen a way to live because his mind had also changed greatly after being promoted to the real world?

Jiachen turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yue Ziyang's superior expression. A strong hatred rushed to his heart. He did not hate Yue Ziyang. He only hated himself, nameless anger and nameless hatred. Jia Chen knew himself. He would never allow himself to admit defeat. He was like yesterday's giant Yong, and he didn't want to be a A person who is worse than Juyong.

Under the attention of the public, Jia Chen, who stared at Yue Ziyang, shook his head and ignored it, because of Jia Chen's decision, the whole audience was in an uproar and booed everywhere.

"This boy is too flattered!" Most people think so.

"It's really good. Don't be shameless. Die. It's nothing to die like this." Others' ideas are even more vicious.

And Yue Ziyang also flashed a trace of impatience on his face, but the movements of his hands were still hesitating.

Jia Chen saw that Yuezi's eyes secretly glanced at Yue Heng without attracting other people's attention at all. Yue Heng, who was sitting in the audience, was expressionless at this moment and nodded quietly to Yue Ziyang.

After being affirmed, Yue Ziyang no longer hesitated. The magnificent spiritual power gathered in the right fist, and a murderous spirit was revealed invisibly. Everyone knew that Yue Ziyang was finally going to kill, and this long and tortuous game could finally come to an end.

"I'm sorry, sir." Before his death, the first thing Jia Chen thought of was Mr. Mu Ming, who always had a serious expression, cloudy but wise eyes, and a face that Jia Chen could not see through.

calmly accepted all this, looking at the spiritual power that was enough to extinguish his ashes and smoke, Jia Chen wanted to watch himself die like this, and don't close his eyes when he died, because there were too many unwillingness, too many long-cherishes, still in Jia Chen's heart, squeezing.

The roaring gale had blown Jia Chen's hair, and the pain in his cheeks pierced his heart. At this moment, the scene of the world became so clear. He saw Yue Ziyang's ferocious smile and Yue Heng's feverish and greedy eyes.

At this moment, the whole audience held their breath, and only the fists sounded in the quiet martial arts venue. Looking at the final scene, when everyone thought that Jia Chen would die, and when Yue Ziyang's fist was about to hit Jia Chen's head.

No one noticed that the nameless black sword scattered on the edge of the competition platform suddenly began to vibrate violently. The sound of Weng Ming from the black sword came to everyone's minds in an instant. For a moment, everyone's expressions were dull and their brains brains were blank. Only the sound of Wengming seemed to contain endless longing, in A sad story in my mind.

Yue Ziyang's figure suddenly remained motionless, as if time stopped. The sacrificed right fist was only a little away from Jia Chen's face!

At this moment, Jia Chen's thoughts also stopped circulating. The time of the whole world seemed to stagnate because of the hum of the black sword, and the blazing light suddenly shot out of the black sword. One after another, the black sword seemed to become the shining sun and become the center of the world.

The shining nameless black sword slowly rose into the air, and the strong buzzing sound has now turned into a stirring sound. In a trance, there are thousands of troops and horses, a bloody battle in the battlefield, and in a trance is like hell on earth, making people fall into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, only a loud noise was heard, and a thunderbolt came down from the clear sky, passing through the light blue shield without hindrance, and directly on the black sword. Finally, it seemed that the whole earth began to shake, the whole sky began to ripple, and black debris fell from the mid-air, and the The black sword finally revealed its original shape. The body of the sword was narrow and long, and the blade was sharp, and a shocking blood tank ran through the whole black sword.

Suddenly, there was a scream, and Yue Ziyang's stopped figure suddenly flew backwards. He actually looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood, hit the protective shield fiercely, and then fell to the ground, coughing blood.

A black gas rose to the sky and wrapped around the black sword as the center, like a huge demon opening its teeth and claws in the air. The ghost cried and howled, but for a moment, the black gas rushed to the body of the black sword and disappeared.

The black sword after the change is now quietly suspended above Jiachen, faintly protecting Jiachen. The vision caused by the black sword has dissipated. At this moment, the black sword is full of light, the blade has been opened, and the breathtaking edge is hidden in the sword body. Although it still looks low-key, it surges out from the black sword. An extremely cold breath enveloped this world. At this moment, the nameless black sword became the master of heaven and earth. Nearly 200,000 people in the audience dared to act rashly, and their awe came from the inside. Some people were even scared to pee their pants without knowing it.

Jia Chen stared at the black sword above him. Is that still the black sword that has accompanied him for many years? At this moment, Jia Chen's brain was blank, and suddenly there was a voice in his mind.

"Ga Chen, the soul haunted in advance, which shows that you have encountered a fatal danger. This soul haunt is my last gift to you. It can only save you this time. It is because I set a rune. Now the rune disappears and the seal is lifted. The way in the future can only be really by yourself. Before you unsea the seal of the spirit of the moon, the soul may be your biggest support. You must be kind to the soul! Jia Chen, one last word, anyway, don't give up easily!" Mr. Mu Ming's familiar voice came to Jia Chen's mind, and he was still so calm and calm.

"Sir..." Finally, two lines of tears slowly flowed out of Jia Chen's clear eyes, and they couldn't help it.