299: C299 Dongyang Sword Truth like Trash

C299 Dongyang Sword Truth like Trash

In the Cultivation World, there were practically only one or even a few of them, so it was extremely normal.

But on Earth, it could be said to be a priceless treasure that had never appeared before in modern times. Firstly, the smithing's resources were scarce and extremely rare. Secondly, even if you found the materials, very few people would be able to refine them.

This kind of magical equipment, could be said to be a cheat.

For example, if an ordinary person were to meet a Grandmaster of Perfection Stage, the Master would definitely slack off when he sees that the other party has nothing special. However, if an ordinary person were to pull a submachine gun carnage out from the Storage Ring, the Master would have to burp as well.

The reason why Qian Yezhengxiong was looking for the so called jade pulp was precisely because he wanted to refine it into this kind of magical equipment. He really knew how great of a benefit it was to have this kind of Storage Ring.

"Mr. Jiang, give this treasure to Thousand Mr. Ye. Otherwise, you will die miserably!"

Seeing that Qian Yezhengxiong was about to make his move, Li Jinzhu hinted to him with his eyes not to attack, but to persuade him with a smile.

Qian Yezhengxiong suppressed the killing intent in his heart, the killing intent in his eyes was like a blazing flame, staring straight at Jiang Tian.

After all, this was the China, and it was downtown, and the surroundings were filled with cameras.

Even if killing someone would allow him to escape unscathed, in the future, if he wanted to move about in the China, he would probably be targeted by others.

"Is that so? Why can't I see how powerful he is? Dirty Old Man is just one! " Jiang Tian took a sip of the liquor and said indifferently.

"Hmph, he is Beichen's Swordmaster, and he is also a Mastery Stage Master. With one slash, he can force the river to flow backwards, and the waterfall will stop, is your neck that hard? Aren't you afraid of the Inulin Leaf Pill in his hands? "

Li Jinzhu lifted her jade white chin, revealing her long and slender neck, and looked at Jiang Tian as if she was looking at a fool.

"Heh heh, is that so? From what I know, the best Swordmaster is called Grand Normal, a few Grand Normal would be worth me fighting against, as for this old trash, he isn't even worth me fighting against! " Jiang Tian said in disdain.

"What a reckless brat, he actually doesn't know the principle of not exposing his wealth. After stealing Qian Yezhengyi's treasure, he dares to reveal it in front of his senior brother.

Hearing that, Li Jinzhu's heart was filled with disdain, her face also sunk, but she immediately smiled sweetly, her jade white hands playing with the wine cup, looking at Jiang Tian with a face full of mockery, as she spoke in disdain.

Yes, Qian Yezhengxiong was so much stronger than Qian Yezhengyi, he was a master of the pure and white realm of Swordmaster, the equivalent of Martial Arts's Great Completion of Perfection Stage. How many people in China could possibly block him?

What's more, from what he heard, Jiang Tian seemed to be a powerless rich second generation.

"Give it to me!"

Without saying a word, Qian Yezhengxiong's big hand grabbed down like a tiger's claw, immediately striking out to snatch it.

"Scram!"

Jiang Tian casually tapped the air, and a burst of light shot out from his fingers.

Boom!

Qian Yezhengxiong felt as though his chest was being struck by a Projectile.

Amidst his miserable cries, he flew like a rag doll, smashing open the door. He flew more than ten meters away, and like a dead dog, he landed on the snowy ground in the courtyard.

And the aura of Jiang Tian's finger light did not diminish at all, as though a Projectile was attacking it.

Rumble … the floor exploded, forming a huge hole of over 10 meters in length, directly extending to the door. All the windows instantly shattered, paper flying everywhere, water splashing everywhere.

"What?" He is the Expoert of Martial Arts! "

Li Jinzhu's sandalwood mouth was round, her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment, and the delicate body was trembling slightly.

Qian Yezhengxiong could be considered one of the top disciples in the Dongyang Sword Truth, he was the direct disciple of the Thousand Meddling Hands. He had helped Bei Chen with his blade, and was one of the pillars of the Master of Swords, and there were only five or six Master of Swords that could suppress him. However, at this moment, Jiang Tian was actually able to send them flying with a casual tap of his finger.

Jiang Tian took a sip of the liquor and slammed the glass down on the table. He shook his head and said, "The bamboo charcoal liquor from South Korea is not tasty enough, I just want to mix it with water."

"Eight!" Who dares behave so atrociously in our Yamaguchi Group's territory! "

"Bastard!" Kill him! "

In the courtyard, when they saw Qian Yezhengxiong flying out, five to six Dongyang Sword Truth warriors dressed in black robes and black trousers rushed over stupidly.

Some of them held handgun s, while some others held long knife s.

With the support of a disciple, Qian Yezhengxiong struggled to stand up and shook his head. He held onto the katana tightly and stared at Jiang Tian.

"Hehe, you Dongyang are really arrogant. You really don't know your place."

Jiang Tian's face sank as he said with a cold smile:

"Are you still a weak Republic Period? You actually dare to come to the China to kill people for their treasures, I think it's because the China is too friendly with you, I'm just getting used to it! "

He stood there steadily like a boulder, and coldly laughed: "Very good, come and fight for it. Today, I will let all of you understand what a true Chinese Martial Art is, and what a true strong person is!"

Jiang Tian was a native of the Jinling, his great grandfather's dozen or so people were all killed by the invading Dongyang devils.

Since he was young, he had heard stories about evil deeds committed by the devils in the Jinling and his ancestors who fought against the sun and saved the nation.

It could be said that even though he had cultivated for ten thousand years and returned, he still harbored an unforgettable hatred towards the Dongyang People.

As a descendant of the Yan Huang Empire, how could they sit idly and watch as the Dongyang devils committed crimes in the China?!

At this moment, he already had the intention to kill. All the Dongyang People that appeared in the clubhouse today, were all eliminated.

"Stealing, I'm very good at it!" My ancestors were once an army Knife instructor of the Dongyang. "Alright, I'll steal it for you today!"

Qian Yezhengxiong growled, his eyes flashing with light, his aura rising bit by bit, his hands tightly holding onto the knife handle, he quickly pulled it out.

This blade had a scabbard with lacquer mottled skin, and the knife handle was soaked in oil and sweat until it became jet-black and shiny.

However, in the Dongyang Sword Truth Realm, no one dared to underestimate this blade in the slightest.

This blade is called Chrysanthemum Leaf Pill, and it came from the hands of the Dongyang Sword Crafting Master Xiao Tuo. It has a hundred years of history.

Back in the days, the ancestors of the Thousand Ye Family Clan had once wielded this blade and pushed through Kyushu, killing dozens of Swordmaster.

Even the Western Strange Ability Person of the China felt a chill run down their spines when they heard the name of the blade.

"Chi!" A sharp sound rang out.

Qian Yezhengxiong suddenly jumped up, and the snow white Chrysanthemum Leaf Patterned Pellet chopped down with a loud bang, as if the Milky Way had descended to the ninth heaven.

"Beichen's One Slash, Thousand Pile of Snow!"

The radiance of the saber was unbroken. It was as if a thousand piles of snow had been blown away by the raging wind. The white light covered everything, covering a length of more than five meters.

The blade beams were extremely dense, if one were to say that Qian Yezhengyi's slash was made out of layers and layers of blade shadows, then Qian Yezhengxiong's slash could be said to be as solid as a curtain of blades.

Even Hong Tianzhao's "Angry Sea Sword Art" Heavenly Sword Formation did not have such terrifying strength.

A monstrous murderous intent immediately enveloped a large area, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.

Li Jinzhu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar as her entire body shivered. Furthermore, there was a surging pressure on her body, and her soft and tender face seemed to be cut open by a sharp Knife Qi.

"So powerful!"

"As expected of Dongyang Sword Truth's Grand Normal!"

"With this move, a thousand heaps of snow can probably even split boulders!"

"That arrogant chinese boy is dead for sure!"

Many of the Dongyang Sword Truth and Yamaguchi Group team members were horrified. Their faces were full of worship as they looked at the blade.

A thousand snowflakes flashed and fell. Boom! With a loud sound, a big hole appeared in the roof along with the wall.

Snowflakes floated about, and a cold wind gushed in. Amidst the flying straw and dust, a sharp blade light flashed like lightning, and slashed down toward Jiang Tian with an imposing manner that was indomitable.

"Hehe, is this the supreme Sword Path of your Dongyang? Beichen's One Slash? as if you were from the garbage! "

Jiang Tian carefully used his mind to feel the other party's Knife Qi, and then, the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful sneer.

The Dongyang Sword Truth, and even the ninja, and the Yin Yang Master all advocated spirit, aura, and body; advancing together.

But in the end, these Dongyang's unique skills were only modified according to local conditions after Xu Fu, Appraisal, and the students of the Dongyang from the Tang Dynasty came to the China to learn them.

Their auras were not called zhenqi, but Chakra. Translating the name meant "Energy."

From Jiang Tian's point of view, the Sword Qi that he had hacked out, Chakra, was actually even weaker than the Chinese Martial Art's Sword Qi. It was even more so not comparable to the Cultivation Vital Spirit.

When the blade beam had almost reached his chest, Jiang Tian suddenly flicked his finger like he was waving a lute. Chi chi chi chi, several tens of white Wind Blade shot out in a row.

The Wind Blade s' head and tail were connected, and they were more than ten meters long, rolling and rolling in the air, just like angry dragons soaring into the sky, easily shattering the pile of snow blade light.

Then, one after another Wind Blade danced in the air, as though they were alive, and pounced towards Qian Yezhengxiong.

"This is bad!"

At this moment, Qian Yezhengxiong's heart was filled with warning signs, and his expression changed massively. He never thought that Jiang Tian would actually be so strong.

Furthermore, he could not even tell whether this was the Arts or the Martial Arts.

These Wind Blade could actually have so many, and could even break his thousand piles of snow, and they even seemed to be alive.

"A thousand heaps of snow!"

"Broken Song Waterfall!"

"Whirlpool Wheel!"

"Wavelet Blade!"

Facing the bared fangs and brandishing claws of the Wind Blade dragon, Qian Yezhengxiong's expression became even more serious than before.

He was just like back in the days when he was practicing Sword Path under the waterfall. Sitting on his horse, with his two feet stepping on broken pieces of ice and green slabs, he roared hoarsely like an iron pincer as he hacked out the strongest four blades in a row.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was confident that he could even slash through a armoured vehicle with every slash he channeled all his strength into.

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