Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

Chapter 4101: The True Pagan Strongman

Suddenly, the white-haired old man laughed.

"Jiang Chu Empire's number one killer, Jiang Jiutian, is truly worthy of being Jiang Chen's son. As expected, a tiger father will have a dog son!"

As he spoke, the white-haired old man waved his hand and said, "Xuan Xiang, get out of the way. Since he was able to break through the outer defenses and kill his way here, it means you are no match for him."

Xuan Xiang was stunned for a moment, still staring at Jiang Jiutian murderously.

When their eyes met, Jiang Jiutian said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

Xuan Xiang snorted coldly, and suddenly a palm containing purple-red light slapped towards Jiang Jiutian rapidly, with force as fast as thunder.

However, just as the palm was about to hit Jiang Jiutian, he dodged and suddenly the sword flashed and disappeared.

The palm strike missed the target quickly, and Xuan Xiang was horrified.

The moment she turned around, she found that Jiang Jiutian appeared in front of the white-haired old man unharmed, holding a gilded sword and with his back to her proudly.

Immediately afterwards, a hideous bloody wound suddenly appeared on Xuanxiang's neck, and blood gushed out immediately. Even the white-haired old man was shocked.

She slowly raised her hand and touched the bloody wound on her body, and Xuanxiang's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

"You... have such a fast sword!"

After saying that, she immediately fell into a pool of blood with a loud bang.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man clenched his fists suddenly, the shock on his face beyond words.

What a strange body movement, what a terrifying sword light!

This speed is even more terrifying!

Jiang Jiutian, Jiang Chen's son, isn't he a Taoist disciple? Shouldn't he be mainly based on Qi? Why is he even stronger in terms of body movement and speed than the disciples of the Holy Church who are good at martial arts?

You know, Xuan Xiang beside him, although not the top strongman among the Saint Xiong tribe, can be ranked in the top ten in terms of strength. It was incredible that he was killed in one second by the opponent.

"It's your turn." Jiang Jiutian stared at the white-haired old man with murderous intent.

The white-haired old man asked angrily, "You even killed women?"

"In my eyes, there are no women or men, only enemies and friends." Jiang Jiutian said word by word: "By the way, can't you revive the dead? Revive one now and show me."

As he spoke, the sword in Jiang Jiutian's hand shook, and the soul of Xuan Xiang, who was lying in a pool of blood behind him, immediately flew in front of the white-haired old man.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man clenched his fists so hard that they made a clattering sound.

"Are you humiliating me?"

"Just curious." Jiang Jiutian was very frugal with his words.

The white-haired old man suddenly raised his head and laughed, then waved his hand and took away Xuan Xiang's soul.

In a flash, he slapped back with his backhand, and countless vast and pure purple-red lights turned into countless light palms that rushed straight towards Jiang Jiutian.

Jiang Jiutian, who had been prepared, thrust the sword in his hand forward. Countless murderous sword lights turned into a huge sword formation, colliding with the countless light palms that were rushing towards him, causing a loud rumbling sound.

Palms of light were cast out one after another, forming a confrontation with the countless lightsabers cast out by Jiang Jiutian. It seemed that no one could do anything to anyone for a while.

"Boy, do you know that I am at the same level as your father?"

The white-haired old man's long white beard fluttered rapidly under the blowing of the air waves, and his white hair stood up completely in an instant.

Jiang Jiutian, holding the sword tightly, tried his best to keep his body steady under the rapid spread of air waves.

Compared to the shouting of the white-haired old man, he snorted coldly: "There is no such thing as high or low on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he suddenly transformed into a Daluo Lingyun body, then used the Taixu Hongmeng Step, and appeared in the void behind the white-haired old man, swinging his sword and slashing down fiercely.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the countless light palms cast by the white-haired old man immediately shattered the sword formation in front of him.

Then he put his hands together above his head and with a clang, he caught Jiang Jiutian's falling sword.

This sudden scene shocked Jiang Jiutian, who was determined to win.

You know, this move he carefully developed using the Daluo Lingyun body and the Taixu Hongmeng step is his most proud killing move. Even the great god Yuanyin could not resist it, but it was easily resolved by this white-haired old man.

"You are fast and smart, but your body movements and killing moves are too marked by the axe-cutting marks. You are still too young."

"If you encounter an ordinary strong man, this move cannot be blocked, but if you encounter a top strong man, you will get yourself into trouble."

After the white-haired old man said this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let me teach you what true speed and strength coordination is."

As he spoke, a terrifying purple-red light suddenly shot out from his palms that were holding Jiang Jiutian's sword, and rushed towards Jiang Jiutian with the force of thunder.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Jiutian immediately let go of his sword and was about to dodge. Suddenly, with a series of crisp sounds, he was hit by tens of thousands of light palms in one breath. He immediately vomited blood and his tendons were broken.

"This is what we call speed and strength." The white-haired old man shouted in a powerful voice: "Young man, go reincarnate and cultivate again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man exerted force with both palms, and the long sword in Jiang Jiutian's hand was broken into several pieces with a snap. Under the influence of countless surging purple-red lights, the sword pierced through Jiang Jiutian's body with a "pu pu pu" sound.

The next second, the white-haired old man raised his palms upwards, and a terrifying purple-red palm print knocked Jiang Jiutian into the air with a loud bang.

pain!

The pain that goes deep into the soul~!

At this moment, under the impact of the palm print, Jiang Jiutian, who was rapidly rising into the void, felt for the first time in his life immense despair and the coming of death.

My father once said, there is always someone better than you, and there is always someone stronger than you.

However, relying on his murderous aura and martial arts prowess, he was always reckless and engaged in endless battles, and was ultimately defeated because of this.

It has to be said that the pagans do have extremely powerful people. Judging from the strength of this white-haired old man, it seems that he did not even use his full strength and completely ruined himself.

It’s just a pity. Can the New World withstand such a powerful attack?

Even I was defeated by this white-haired old man, so how could the two powerful men Mu Yong and Bo Ling be his opponents?

I'm afraid that even if Senior Yuanyin takes action personally, he may not be able to defeat this mysterious white-haired old man?

puff!

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Jiang Jiutian suddenly raised his head and roared.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry for not taking good care of the family... ugh!"

He choked before he could finish yelling.

Because he suddenly discovered that his body, which was knocked into the void by the white-haired old man, suddenly did not continue to rise, nor did it self-explode, and his soul did not fly away.

Instead, a light warm current came from the back, as if repairing the shattered meridians in the body.

After being cold for a while, the originally desperate Jiang Jiutian turned his head and suddenly showed extreme surprise.