The deputy poster's face was like Qiushui, with no emotion in his eyes, but a trace of disdain was scratched by the corner of his mouth: "The stupidest thing is to believe in the so-called brothers. Since I'm looking for death, I will fulfill you." As he said that, he waved his palm at the sword scars.

"boom"

The inner energy contained in the palm wind suddenly burst out, like a storm, and it was continuous, and it was higher than the waves, and it blasted towards the knife marks. This palm showed no mercy at all, and it was full of strength when it was attacked.

"roar"

The continuous waves of air continued to expand in the sword mark's pupils, and there was not much fluctuation in their eyes. Looking at the stormy palm, the palm shook, and the straight waist sword instantly softened and turned into sword blades.

"Come on!" Daohen's thin cheeks became ferocious, and the sword whip in his hand was swung at this time. Every time he threw it out, a qi was condensed. In the blink of an eye, dozens of qi were condensed into a circular barrier in front of him, but his palm did not stop. Every time he swung it out, the barrier in front of him condensed a little, and a transparent and clear barrier appeared in front of him, and the whip marks that were thrown out on the inner qi barrier were flowing in it.

This is the last trump card of the sword scar. If the whip scar barrier is strictly calculated, it is a defensive martial art. This is also the means he relies on this barrier to go from scratch, relying on him.

"bump!"

The continuous waves of air hit the barrier hard, and the violent air wave spread from the collision point like a crack and then suddenly exploded with a "touch". The second wave of air followed closely, and the second wave of huge waves several meters long enveloped the sword scars and others. He was already in despair and laughed at himself, "It seems that he really has to explain it here."

Qinglian Zhu Yi and others who were struggling to fight at this time felt the danger of this palm and could not help but feel solemn. Facing such an offensive, no one below the Grandmaster level could be stopped.

The majestic wave of aura swept down, and Sawhen and others all showed desperate eyes, then closed their eyes and waited for the arrival of the god of death. For a moment, the god of death they imagined did not come. They couldn't help but open their eyes and saw a thin figure standing in front of him, blocking all the waves in front of him. The surging waves of aura were like hitting a collision with a figure. Although this figure was not so majestic, it seemed to be in their eyes.

When everyone saw the figure suddenly flashing under the wave of air, they couldn't help but be stunned. It was...

I saw a young man with white hair and a handsome face, Jun Tianchen, who had disappeared all night. At this time, he stood up under the air wave, and a long blue sword suspended in front of him to block the terrifying air wave. The sunlight shone through the air waves and shone his handsome sunny cheeks colorfully. The airflow formed by the air waves blows his snow-like hair in the wind, giving people the illusion of snow.

The boy smiled, but there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, but in general he still gave people an indescribable sense of ease.

"What a coincidence, we meet again." The murderous intent in his eyes gradually condensed in his eyes.

After one night of recovery, Jun Tianchen's strength had almost recovered. After last night's fight, he had already vaguely felt that the aura in his dantian was almost full, and he almost felt that he had reached the second level of the Qi-Region Realm.

When he wanted to break through the bottleneck of the second level of the Qi Realm in one go, he suddenly felt a powerful internal energy collision burst out from a distance. He knew that something had happened in the caravan and rushed back immediately, but he had been swimming around and did not appear rashly. When he saw that it was the Blood Demon Tower again, his murderous intent had begun to condense. Now he is no longer the boy in the mountain. He has many trump cards, and he has the power to fight even when facing the Grandmaster Realm. However, last night the possession of the sword spirit and the demonization were blocked by time. After all, it was a blessing that the hard-working improvement was not called the meridians for the first time.

Despite this, he still has the ability to deal with it.

Besides, it was really that Jun Tianchen didn't mind sending them to the underworld just after exploding his meridians.

When everyone saw Jun Tianchen's appearance, a hint of joy appeared on their faces, but then the joy disappeared, and a strange expression appeared on their faces.

Because Jun Tianchen, who went out last night, was covered in white clothes, and his body was snow-white, but now... his neat clothes were basically strands, with only a few pieces of fabric covering his important parts, and... the only piece of fabric has turned from white to gray... He still looked elegant on his face, it was really...

At the same time, everyone was secretly shocked. It was a blow from a powerful man in the Grandmaster realm. It was already terrifying that Jun Tianchen could actually take over the Qi Control Realm.

Qinglian's beautiful eyes were flowing, and she stared at the boy in front of her, and a thought suddenly popped up in her heart. Maybe he could really have the means to fight.

Facing the sudden appearance of the figure, the deputy poster's eyes narrowed, and he felt a sense of vague danger from it, but he felt carefully that the other party was indeed only in the Qi-Region Realm, which was no different from an ant for his Grandmaster Realm. When he was scanning the boy, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in many places, and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

I heard the deputy poster Ningshi Jun Tianchen say lightly: "Who are you?"

"Haha..." The young man in the field drew a trace of arc and smiled, "Don't you know me?" Then he raised his hand and slowly looked at the wave of weather. The long sword in front of him suddenly burst out, and hundreds of sword energy burst out from the sword.

"bump!"

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the huge wave of a rainbow collapsed and dissipated in an instant.

The deputy poster looked at the boy in a long time. After a moment, he seemed to remember something. The face that was still as unmoving as ancient waves finally showed a shock. It was him! There were incredible waves in his eyes, because it was too shocking. A few days ago, the latter was at the fifth level of Qi Training Realm, but now he has entered the Qi Control Realm.

It's only been a few days! It's simply terrifying. The most important thing is that such a serious injury has recovered in just a few days and has also broken through the fifth level one after another. How amazing it is.

This son must not be kept!

Kill! Then you will suffer endlessly.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the boy's clear voice coming, "Since you want to kill me, I'll collect some interest first."

The sword light suddenly flourished, and the sword energy raged to the nearest dozens of disciples from the Blood Demon Tower suddenly fell down, and sharp sword formations quietly emerged.

Dozens of sword formations were quietly laid by Jun Tianchen around him. He also knew that with him alone, there was room for a shadow killing in the Qi Realm. If it were a strong man in the Grandmaster realm, it would be of no use at all.

I just felt the attack from the Grandmaster Realm. Although it was light on the surface, I was actually shocked. The terrifying dark energy raged in my body for a long time. The Ice Shadow Sword Spirit and the Purple Star Heavenly Art were operative at the same time before they could barely suppress it.

Jun Tianchen also secretly compared himself in his heart that this level of attack seemed to be stronger than the thousand-year-old demon dragon. If the former was the rushing Yellow River, then the latter was like an endless sea. It seemed calm and the waves under the water were surging and unfathomable.

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Author's message: A friend asked me today, your book is 70,000 words and has not signed a contract yet, so I will release it again. This book has no future.

I remained silent after hearing this. Perhaps for many authors, signing a contract is equivalent to a diploma, which is so important.

To be honest, Squirrel also longs for his book to be signed because it is a kind of recognition, and someone recognizes your book.

But in fact, reality is always cruel. I once applied for a contract with confidence, but the ending was still beyond my expectations and did not follow my script. This result also hit Squirrel very much. I once asked myself why, but there was no voice to answer me.

Today, when I heard what my friend said, I couldn't help but think deeply again.

Why is the author writing a book? Is it just for signing a contract? If he gave up just because he didn’t sign a contract, what was the original intention before writing a book that day?

I thought about it for a long time. Since we are born in the world, we cannot avoid the influence of the world. I am a human being and also need firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. These inconspicuous things all require money. Therefore, signing a contract for most authors is a prerequisite for realizing their dreams.

I suddenly understood, but...

I want to say so much that life should not be ordinary. Squirrel is willing to be impulsive for dreams on the long road of life this time, even if it is still defeated in the end, and look back at least without regrets.

The author should write books for the sake of writing. The squirrels' realm is not as good as money, but this time the squirrels have to fight for their dreams in their hearts!

Squirrel assured me that even if the book is not signed, even if no one reads it in the end, Squirrel will continue to write it, not for anything else, for Jun Tianchen! For the book friend who has supported me, I will continue to walk. It is right to insist on my own path, and there will always be a day when the dawn is expected, and Squirrel believes that that day is not far away.

Jun Tianchen's road will not be broken, he will continue to move forward on the road of destiny.

The squirrel is here, and I beg you to help Jun Tianchen with your help!
Chapter completed!