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Volume One: First Entering the Heavenly Demon Sect Chapter 399: The Competition on the Martial Arena

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    After Ximen Ce discovered that Wan Liang, Bu Zheng and other Demon Soul Peak disciples who were friends with Jiang Chen had expressions of panic and worry on their faces, he felt happy and finally made a decision.  Even Jiang Chen¡¯s fellow apprentices were so panicked, it seemed that Jiang Chen must have been too arrogant.  He must have thought that he was just an ordinary late-stage foundation-building monk, but he didn't know that he was the most powerful foundation-building monk on Demonic Peak.  Although he was a little suspicious, why would a general like Jiang Chen, who could defeat the Corpse Yin Sect's army, be so arrogant?  But he is more confident in his own strength.  Although I dare not say that I am invincible below the Golden Core level, among the foundation-building disciples in the Heavenly Demon Sect, there are really not many people who can beat him.  With the Blood Fiend Palm that has been cultivated to the seventh level, and the few top-level magic weapons he carries, he might be able to take one or two moves against the early stage monks of the Golden Core. How could he not be able to take on a monk of the same level?  A blow.  The group of Demonic Peak disciples standing next to him were obviously very convinced of Ximen Ce's strength. When they heard Ximen Ce's words that he would take Jiang Chen's blow, they didn't have the slightest objection, but stared at him with even more unkind eyes.  Looking at Jiang Chen.  I wonder if this guy has gone crazy?  Do you think you can do whatever you want after winning a few battles?  "If you two really want to compete, please go to the arena to compete! Fighting on the street is not allowed! Please forgive me!" The leading monk of the law enforcement team is a Foundation Establishment Stage Perfectionist.  Monk.  Although his cultivation level was higher than that of Jiang Chen and Ximen Ce, he knew that Jiang Chen had the status of a protector, and Ximen Ce was also the direct disciple of Mosha Patriarch, and they were both people he could not afford to offend.  When Jiang Chen saw that Ximen Ce had indeed agreed to his conditions, there was also an undetectable hint of teasing in the corner of his mouth, but he laughed loudly and said: "Okay. Ximen Ce, you are quite a cheerful person. Then Jiang  I'll be waiting for you at the competition ground." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's body started to sway, and then he moved his left foot slightly, his figure immediately became like a ghost, and his whole figure suddenly disappeared into the crowd on the street.  There was only a trace of laughter left on the spot.  When Ximen Ce saw Jiang Chen's figure disappearing instantly, his expression became slightly condensed.  There was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.  Because he didn't see Jiang Chen clearly at all.  He asked himself that if he used his escape technique with all his strength, he could also fly dozens of feet away in an instant, but he couldn't do it with ease like Jiang Chen. It seemed that Jiang Chen's body and spiritual cultivation were far stronger than Jiang Chen's.  my own.  This made him feel more vigilant.     but.  But he didn't intend to back down.  Jiang Chen's strength did not exceed his expectations.  Ximen Ce also guessed that Jiang Chen could achieve so many military exploits and be regarded as the great savior of the sect by the monks who had experienced the battle of Wunan City. He must be someone with two skills and not just an ordinary person.  After snorting coldly, Ximen Ce also emitted a puff of yellow smoke, and then his whole body sank into the ground.  Then it mysteriously disappeared in the yellow mist lingering on the ground.  Zhu Na and others naturally saw that Ximen Ce had used the Earth Escape Technique and headed towards the competition ground.  Their expressions were a little uncertain, and they changed after a moment.  He also returned to his normal color, and then used his body skills one after another to quickly cross several streets and arrive at the square in the center of the city.  Half an hour later.  In the center of the square in the center of Qingmu City, there is a arena with an area of ??several hundred feet.  The light flickers.  A huge light mask that enveloped the entire arena was suddenly activated.  Now, the monks around the square knew that someone was going to duel here again.  They immediately put down what they were doing and rushed around the ring, squinting their eyes and looking at the stage, trying to see who was coming to duel.  High in the sky inside the mask, Jiang Chen and Ximen Ce were suspended in mid-air, facing each other from a distance.  But at this moment, Ximen Ce's face had become a bit solemn. Although his opponent was a monk of the same level, he felt a dangerous aura from his body. This dangerous aura could only be seen in Jindan before.  I have only experienced this with the monks in my early years.  On the contrary, Jiang Chen looked indifferent, just put his hands on his waist, crossed his legs, suspended in the air, and looked towards Ximen Ce.  "Jiang Chen, let me make one final decision: If I just take one of your moves and don't fall to the ground, you won't pester Zhu Na anymore?" Ximen Ce suddenly asked in a deep voice.  "Haha, Nana is my junior sister. It is impossible not to have contact with her. However, as long as you receive Jiang's blow and you are fine, Jiang can guarantee you that he will never have any wrongdoing towards Nana beyond being a senior brother or sister.  As for whether you can catch Nana, it¡¯s up to you! Jiang will not interfere in this matter again!¡± Jiang Chen smiled lightly.?Then he snorted coldly and said, "However, if you can't even take one of my blows, then you'd better keep to yourself and stop provoking the people around Jiang!" "Okay! I agree! Jiang Chen  You take action." After Ximence heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he said bitterly.  He didn't believe that he couldn't even catch Jiang Chen's blow.  Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face, and then he pulled out the Soul-Destroying Knife hanging from his waist.  Then he grasped the sword tightly with both hands and raised it high above his head.  A strong wave of spiritual power spread all over the body, and the entire arena became filled with wind and ghosts.  "Give it to me!" Jiang Chen shouted!  With just a "puff" sound, a turbulent wave of air rose from his body into the sky.  At the same time, his body made a crackling sound, and then countless golden electric sparks suddenly surged out from the Soul-Severing Knife he held high. At the same time, the size of the blade also surged in the wind.  In an instant, he came out of his hand and turned into a giant scimitar nearly ten feet long in the air.  Immediately, Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his two arms began to slowly grab the void above his head, and a golden spell was shot out.  This magic weapon seems to fly extremely slowly, but as soon as it flies out, a terrifying aura that seems to crush the entire void is pressed down.  Ximen Ce, who was standing quietly opposite, his expression changed drastically as soon as his mind came into contact with this terrifying aura. Without saying a word, he immediately slapped a palm into the storage bag, and saw a ball of white light wrapped around it.  The object flew out of the bag, and it turned out to be a prismatic shield several feet in size.  At the same time, he took another hand out of his arms, and a stream of milky white mist rolled out. After condensing in the air, it turned into a sparkling, white as jade mirror. ????????????????????????????? The surface of the mirror is silvery, and there seems to be a layer of silver liquid coating the surface of the mirror.  After the two objects flew out, they immediately circled and danced above Ximence's head. The surface of the shield emitted a colorful halo, illuminating the square as bright as noon.  But that mirror had countless silver talismans pouring out from the mirror.  These two treasures are not trivial. One is the Lengtian Shield among the top-level magic weapons, and the other is even rarer. It is a talisman smelted from the life magic weapon used by the dead monk during his lifetime. It has some of the properties of the previous magic weapon.  Function.  It is more powerful than the top-level magic weapon.  When Jiang Chen saw these two treasures on the opposite side, a look of surprise flashed across his face, but he immediately snorted coldly and muttered something.  The Soul-Severing Knife is being slowly pressed down.  With a slight tremor, black ripples emerged from the blade and shimmered, turning into more than a dozen black symbols of different sizes on the surface of the blade.  Immediately, the huge scimitar made a low buzzing sound, and the blade swelled slightly at the same time, making it a little larger than before. Then the surface luster flowed and turned into gold.  In an instant, a terrifying spiritual pressure that was almost three or four times stronger than before surged out from the blade and pressed downwards with great force.  At this time, under the blade of the sword, Ximen Ce was about to directly activate the two top-level magic weapons above his head. When his mind sensed the spiritual pressure, his expression suddenly changed.  As his body trembled, his legs became weak involuntarily.  He "squeaked" and took several steps back. His expression changed again, and a hint of fear could not help but flash through his pair of gloomy little eyes.  Even though he is stronger than the average late-stage Foundation Establishment monks, and even comparable to some Dzogchen monks in the Foundation Establishment stage, under this terrifying spiritual pressure, there is a possibility that he may be directly crushed by this huge pressure with just a flip of his hand.  Weird feeling.  You know, this is the case before the blade falls. If it really falls, won't you be crushed into a meat pie and cut into several pieces?  "Oh my god! Is this guy really a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk? He is completely comparable to ordinary early-stage Golden Core monks!" Almost instantly, a look of fear appeared on Ximence's face, and he almost immediately wanted to shout and admit defeat.  .  But under the pressure of the terrifying spiritual power in the air, he only moved his mouth a few times, but no sound came out at all.  ps: (Thanks to my friends from Ice Phoenix for the reward! The first update is delivered today!)
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