I can explode

Jiang Changkong thanked him again and drank the porridge.

After breakfast, Jiang Changkong did not go out, but practiced in his room.

Now I still don't show my face, if others see it, it may cause trouble for Yang Wu in the future.

After entering the meditation, the time passed without realizing it, and the night came soon.

Jiang Changkong turned on his phone, glanced at the map of Leng's house, and left quietly through the window.

A ray of golden light flashed in the dark night, and no one noticed it.

Yang Wu, who had been paying attention to his room, sighed softly.

Jiang Changkong noticed for a moment, this is a suburb, and the houses are built as high-rise buildings, but the materials are extraordinary.

After identifying the direction, Jiang Changkong went to Leng's house.

The Leng family is a small family in Wanli, and the strongest warrior in the family is the seventh level of Lingwu.

The Leng family has a big business and a lot of real estate. Leng Tian's father, the scar-faced man, has already married and has his own residence.

Today's scar-faced man is retreating in the basement of a villa.

Jiang Changkong came in light, and there were many guards and servants in the villa.

What surprised him was that those servants also had the strength of masters, and all the guards were masters.

One of the captains of the guards was the Qizhong Grand Master.

Before entering the Devil's Lair, he was only the third level of the Grand Master, and he couldn't even break in here.

The scar-faced man took action himself, which really gave him enough face.

Before Jin Guang came to the secret room, the two five great masters passed out before they had time to react.

The secret room needs a password to open, and Yang Wu has also investigated it clearly. He has to admire the investigative ability of the federal law enforcement.

Enter the password, and the door of the secret room opens silently.

"Who?"

The scar-faced man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the door.

A golden light flashed in, and the door of the secret room was closed.

"Huh?" The scar-faced man's complexion changed, and he stood up suddenly: "Spirit martial master? I don't know who the senior is, why did he enter the junior's secret room at night?"

"senior?"

With a sneer, Jiang Changkong manifested, and looked coldly at the scar-faced man: "Do you still know me?"

"Jiang Changkong!"

The scar-faced man's complexion changed drastically, he backed away in horror, and said in disbelief, "Why are you still alive and have become a master of martial arts?"

"Thanks to you, I escaped into the grotto, killed the demons, and went all the way to the demon territory. I was trapped for more than three months, and I was able to come out after beheading the generals of the demons."

Jiang Changkong's eyes were sharp, and murderous intent swept across: "I can't afford to lose the life-and-death battle between Leng Tian and me. I can understand that you avenge your son. I should seek revenge from you!"

"You want to kill me?" The scar-faced man's expression darkened, and he said coldly: "You know, my Leng family has a master of the seventh level of Lingwu. If you dare to kill me, the Leng family will never let you go!"

Chapter 161 : Lingwu?I have already reached it!

"Don't let me go?"

Jiang Changkong sneered: "How did you ever let me go before?"

The scar-faced man's heart sank, and the true energy in his body burst out instantly, and a blade of light cut towards Jiang Changkong.

boom

The sword glow was mighty, and the sword energy hit the secret room, leaving countless knife marks, but it failed to destroy the secret room.

嗡

The sword glow fell down, only to see Jiang Changkong's body glowing with golden light, and the sword glow shattered inch by inch.

"I am now, how can you shake me?"

With a flick of Jiang Changkong's fingers, the golden light spread, and the light of the sword that filled the secret room dissipated in an instant.

The scar-faced man was startled, only to feel that a mountain was pressing on his body, making him unable to move.

"It's not what it used to be." Jiang Changkong said slowly, the devil-slaying knife resting on the neck of the scar-faced man: "Have you ever thought about today?"

"It's just my fault that I wasn't ruthless enough to chase you in and kill you!" the scar-faced man said coldly.

"Chasing in, you will die faster." Jiang Changkong snorted coldly, not in a hurry to kill him, and said coldly: "Do you know how I live? These three months, all the time, I don't want to kill you!"

In three months, he improved fast and survived, becoming a master of martial arts.

However, he survived by eating the monster's meat raw and thirsty for the blood of the monster!

Although it is a kind of pride, but there are choices, who would live that kind of life?

Seeing the stiff face and the scar-faced man with oozing forehead, he smiled a little.

"You're scared." Jiang Changkong sneered.

The scar-faced man swallowed, and forced himself to be tough: "If you want to kill, kill, your fate will not be better than mine, and they will not let you go."

"I'll go find them, and I'll kill you too."

Jiang Changkong's devil-slaying knife moved down and slowly pierced into his chest: "I won't give you pleasure directly, I want you to watch your own flesh and blood being swallowed up bit by bit!"

"Ugh..."

The devil-slaying knife entered his body, devouring his flesh and blood, and the scar-faced man let out a shrill scream.

The soundproofing effect of this secret room is excellent, no matter how terrible his screams are, it cannot be heard.

Jiang Changkong looked at him coldly, allowing him to scream and struggle without showing any emotion on his face.

When the flesh and blood were finally devoured, only a piece of twisted human skin remained on the ground.

"The Lord of the Sword Palace!"

Jiang Changkong snorted coldly, put away the Demon Slaying Saber, opened the secret room, and disappeared.

The master of the Sword Palace did not retreat in Zhenwu University, but in the suburbs, where there is the Sword Mountain built for him by Li Tianxing.

A small mountain was filled with all kinds of knives, from ordinary acquired knives to grand master-level knives. On the top of the hill, the master of the Knife Palace sat cross-legged, with his saber beside him.

The sky-shocking knife intent pervaded the sky, and the body of the shocking knife fluctuated, arousing the vitality of the world.

Rumble

The sky trembled, as if there were infinite thunder, and the sword intent shot up into the sky, stirring up the changes in the sky.

Shocking sword intent, enough to shake the world!

On the hill, countless long knives vibrated, as if surrendering.

"This is the spiritual realm!"

The Lord of the Sword Palace slowly opened his eyes, feeling the vastness of true energy in his body, every move of his hands and feet can trigger a riot of vitality in the world, changing the color of the situation.

This is the spiritual realm, a real martial arts master!

嗡

Suddenly, a golden light lit up in the sky, and a colossal coercion swept over.

"Who is it?" The master of the Sword Palace suddenly changed his face and looked up at the sky.

A golden figure, carrying majestic power, descended from the sky like a shooting star.

bang

As the golden figure fell, the hill shook, and the long swords on the hill, except for his spirit weapon, were all shattered at this moment.

Countless long knife fragments fluttered in the air, covering the entire hill.

"It's you!"

The Lord of the Sword Palace recognized Jiang Changkong at a glance, and said in shock: "Why didn't you die and came out?"

The monster stone gate has been sealed by him, and once the formation there is touched, he will feel it.

He didn't sense it at all, there was a fluctuation in the formation, how could Jiang Changkong come out?

"Accidental?"

With his hands behind his back, Jiang Changkong looked at him indifferently: "I am also very surprised, Ou Wencheng, the master of the Sword Palace!"

"It really surprised the master of the palace." Ou Wencheng looked at him coldly, and the saber beside him hummed: "But it's just an accident. If you shrink back, you still have hope. How dare you appear in front of me."

"Why not?" Jiang Changkong said indifferently.

"The master of this hall has achieved Lingwu!"

Ou Wencheng sneered, and the saber suddenly came out of its sheath. In an instant, the situation changed, and the knife pointed straight at Jiang Changkong's heart.

Jiang Changkong didn't move, his body was shining with golden light, and he let the shocking knife fall.

嗡

However, the light of the sword shattered, and the sky-shocking knife pierced Jiang Changkong's clothes.

"How is it possible?!" Owen Cheng looked at him in disbelief.

"Your sword can't even break my indestructible body." Jiang Changkong snorted, looking at him indifferently: "Spiritual Martial Realm? I have already reached it!"

Clang!

The sound of the ear-shattering knife pierced the night sky, and the sky was full of fierceness, without using the rest of the spirit body, it was pure sky-slashing knife intent.

A great danger engulfed him, Owen Cheng's complexion changed drastically, and a piece of jade pendant was crushed when he flipped his hand.

With a bang, the hill exploded, gravel flew, and the terrifying force swept across a radius of a kilometer.

Jiang Changkong frowned, retreated sharply, and moved continuously in the air to avoid the power of the jade pendant.

When the smoke cleared and everything subsided, half of the mountain had disappeared, and Ou Wencheng was nowhere to be found.

"Student of the Ninth Level of Lingwu, you really have the cards to save your life, but how many times can you escape?" Jiang Changkong was not disappointed either, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared.

Chapter 162: Then be more ruthless

Jiang Changkong took out his mobile phone and called Yang Wu.

Yang Wuna quickly connected: "Brother Changkong, how is it?"

"Let Owen escape, and please help me investigate." Jiang Changkong said.

Yang Wu was not surprised either, and said: "Then be careful next time, Ou Wencheng must be prepared."

"Thank you, brother." Jiang Changkong thanked and hung up the phone.

He didn't go back, nor did he go back to Zhenwu School, but went to find the Jiange Pavilion Master.

After a while, Jiang Changkong came to a lake. There was a gazebo in the center of the lake, but there was no one there.

In the gazebo, the tea was still steaming, obviously it had just left.

"It should be Ou Wencheng who informed me. It's lucky."

Jiang Changkong snorted coldly and disappeared.

the other side.

Mo Cangling turned into a sword light, escaped into Zhenwu University, and went straight into the Sword Hall, making sure that there was no one around, and then opened the basement.

In the basement, Owen Cheng's complexion was pale, his vital energy was disordered, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Although Jiang Changkong was forced to retreat with the burst of hole cards, he was also hit and severely injured.

Mo Cangling quickly took out the elixir and asked him to take it, and Yungong helped him suppress the injuries in his body.

With the help of the elixir and Mo Cangling, Ou Wencheng's injury was stable, and his complexion became more rosy.