Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

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With a crisp sound, Jiang Jiutian left behind countless afterimages and instantly rushed into a group of dozens of pagan warriors. The blood-red murderous aura suddenly spread and immediately enveloped the void completely.

Inside, one could only hear the hissing of swords and the whistling of energy, followed by rumbling explosions mixed with puffs, which suddenly unfolded.

Just when Jiang Jiutian was fighting against dozens of powerful pagans, hundreds of thousands of pagan warriors suddenly emerged from the pagan army below.

They did not join the battle, but formed an extremely huge encirclement outside the battle, as if they were afraid that Jiang Jiutian would be unable to defeat the enemy and suddenly escape!

Seeing this scene, Fu Chun, who had been nervous, suddenly laughed.

"Jiang Chen, your son seems to be in a very bad situation. Are you sure he can kill my 1 billion Heroic Saints army by himself?"

Jiang Chen crossed his arms, smiled confidently and said nothing!

But the Chaos Form on the side suddenly said, "Fuchun, how about adding another bet to the bet?"

Fuchun was angry: "Please call me Fuchun!"

"I think our bet is too high, and yours is too low." Chaos looked at Fu Chun and said, "If you lose, you have to add another condition: kowtow to all of us and apologize!"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Chun was immediately furious: "We are all warriors in the Yisheng tribe. We value strength and have never kowtowed to apologize. You are insulting us greatly."

Chaos was immediately amused: "You lead the army to wantonly kill all the creatures in my world. Isn't that an insult?"

Fu Chun rubbed his cheek, then looked at Jiang Chen: "Jiang Chen, do you think so too?"

"You should knock when you have to." Jiang Chen said calmly, "You will have to endure more humiliation than this. Don't worry about it."

As soon as these words came out, Chaos Shape burst out laughing.

But Fu Chun was so angry that his eyes turned bloodshot and he nodded in frustration.

"Okay, okay, as long as you can win, I'll do whatever you say, but I have to say this in advance. You've already said that you can't interfere, even if we cut your son into pieces..."

"There's no need for me to intervene." Jiang Chen interrupted him forcefully: "Today's legend can only belong to my son Jiang Jiutian. This battle must end with my son's complete victory and be recorded in the history of living beings!"

Rampant and arrogant!

Fu Chun cursed in his heart, but when he raised his head, he was suddenly struck by a bolt from the blue!

In the battlefield, within the blood-red murderous aura, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, the heads of more than a dozen powerful pagans flew out wildly. An extremely terrifying blood-red sword energy quickly spread out of the murderous aura in the form of a cyclone, and spread rapidly in all directions like the sun's rays.

Wherever it passed, it destroyed everything in its path, causing the Void Pagan warriors that formed a huge encirclement to explode like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

Immediately, the void was filled with blood mist, flesh was flying everywhere, screams were heard, and it was a bloody horror.

"How is this possible?" Fu Chun's eyes widened and he cried out in shock, "How could he fight back against the siege of more than thirty ninth-grade masters and tens of thousands of seventh-grade martial masters?"

But just as he finished his words, the murderous aura in the battlefield ahead began to vibrate again, and then collapsed with a loud bang.

Looking at the battlefield in the void, the dozen or so surviving pagan warriors were frozen in a strange posture, while Jiang Jiutian, who was surrounded by them, was holding a long sword, with his head held high and chest puffed out, standing with murderous intent.

At this moment, he is the focus of all living beings on the battlefield. He is the real god of killing and hero in the eyes of all living beings in the world.

"Paganism, nothing more than that!"

As his words fell, the dozen or so frozen pagan warriors were transformed into countless pieces of flesh and bones and fell to the ground in the loud explosions.

Seeing this scene, Fu Chun felt as if his soul had been struck by a critical blow and staggered back several steps.

No, this is impossible. How could a mere living creature withstand the attack of so many powerful warriors?

Jiang Jiutian, he is just a kid with extremely high Mahayana cultivation in the Taoist sect, how could he have such strong strength.

By the way, Jiang Chen, his father is Jiang Chen. It must be Jiang Chen who injected power into his body in advance, which made him so perverted.

Thinking of this, Fu Chun glared at Jiang Chen with his teeth bared: "You, you cheated!"

"Stand at attention when you are beaten, and admit defeat when you gamble." Jiang Chen said with a half-smile, "It's just the beginning, can't you stand it?"

"Don't be scared to death." Chaos immediately rushed to Fu Chun and said, "Otherwise, even if you break the bet, you will suffer the consequences of your oath."

"You, you guys..." Fu Chun was so angry that he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Chen and Hun Xing glanced at each other, then looked towards the battlefield at the same time.

As Jiang Jiutian killed so many powerful men in the pagan army, the pagan army, whose morale was already unstable, became even more agitated, so that the eight originally strict military formations suddenly became chaotic.

In their eyes, the strong are like gods. Now even the gods have been killed, leaving them in this foreign land. An unknown fear gradually spreads.

But at this moment, Jiang Jiutian in the void suddenly fell down with a sword in his hand, and rushed into the pagan army in one breath. With a flash of sword light, large groups of pagan warriors fell down.

The panic brought about by the super killing, coupled with the lack of a leader, immediately defeated the last will of the pagan army, so that countless pagan warriors threw away their flags and turned around and ran away.

This trend of collapse spread rapidly, leading to the collapse of the entire pagan army.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Wumeng, Fu Wu and Jueming who were in the concentric formation were excited.

But just as they were about to wave their hands and order a massive counterattack, they were blocked by a purple-gold source of Taoism in the void.

"No one should interfere, leave it to Jiang Jiutian!"

The voice came from Jiang Chen, powerful and heavy, which made the army of living beings who dared to die feel excited.

Looking at the battlefield again, Jiang Jiutian was alone with a sword, rushing forward like an afterimage. Facing the defeated pagan army, he killed more than a dozen of them in one breath.

They killed their way from the front to the rear, and then drove the collapsing and fleeing pagan army from the rear to the front.

Now, he was a ferocious and terrifying beast, rampaging through a group of ducks and killing whatever he wanted.

As the sword light continued to flash, the collapsing pagan army was filled with snow and fog, murderous aura, and screams were heard one after another, tearing their hearts apart.

I'm afraid the pagan warriors never dreamed that this expedition to the Ten Thousand Worlds, which was going smoothly and unstoppable at the beginning, and was about to conquer the entire Ten Thousand Worlds and victory was in sight, would suddenly suffer such a tragic destruction.

Before, they killed all living beings in the world with such cruelty, viciousness, ferocity and pervertedness. Now, the revenge and counterattack they endure are just as fierce, cruel and desperate.

At this time, in the void of the wasteland, Fu Chun leaped in front of Jiang Chen, anxious.

"Jiang Chen, let's not gamble anymore. I admit defeat. As long as you give the order to release my Saint Tribe army, I will give you whatever you want!"