Chapter 39 Still Coming?

Duanmu Hong had some doubts about his life. He was hit by the blood-turning blade, and at the same time, his soul was crushed by the spirit platform.

As for the panacea resurrection?

impossible!

In that case, even if Daluo Immortal comes, he will not be able to resurrect!

"Yes, we saw it too."

The elders did not doubt Duanmu Hong. After all, they saw the 'remote live broadcast' and saw how Jiang Cheng died.

"What's going on?"

"Did he fake death at the time?"

"If only he had stayed and examined his body..."

Although the elders didn't point their noses and say that they had done something wrong, Duanmu Hong still couldn't hang his face and felt that the prestige of the patriarch had been challenged.

Even he himself was a little suspicious, whether he was too careless and withdrew before killing the target.

If you make up a knife at that time, it should be fine, right?

"Since he is still alive, the old man will kill him again!"

His face was ashen, his eyes seemed to be eating people.

"I don't believe he can't be killed!"

"what?"

"Still going?"

Duanmuhong didn't take the blood-turning blade this time, and flew out directly.

A cold sentence dropped.

"The person I want to kill, Duanmuhong, has not lived to the next day!"

Jiang Cheng naturally couldn't imagine that the person who killed him just now actually hated him.

He was attacked again when he was eight thousand miles away from Chiri Sect.

This time, Duanmu Hong hurriedly came to intercept, and the two sides almost collided head-on.

Although he didn't bring a blood-turning blade, as soon as they met, Duanmu Hong used the strongest ultimate move of Duanmu's Youquan Fengyan Sword.

In an instant, the world became dark.

The ghostly energy is thick, and the cold air seems to grow from the body, going straight into the depths of the soul, trying to put out the fire of the soul.

This sword technique was developed by the Duanmu family to compete with the Great Sun Flame Sword of Chi Ri Sect.

Even the names of swordsmanship correspond to each other.

However, Jiang Cheng at this time is not the Jiang Cheng from an hour ago.

The sixth level of Lingtai is one level higher than Duanmu Hong's fifth level.

More importantly, Duanmuhong's swordsmanship... he was familiar with it.

Very familiar.

In the resurrection reward that the system gave him not long ago, wasn't that sword technique the Quiet Spring Sealing Flame Sword?

He skillfully brought out the spirit sword and went up to it.

For a time, this area became like a mythical creature, even more gloomy and cold.

To be honest, Duanmuhong himself felt that he might have been a ghost.

I thought it would be over with one move.

In the end, Jiang Cheng was able to hold it, not only by holding it, but also using the swordsmanship of their Duanmu family.

Not only does he use the same swordsmanship, but his realm of swordsmanship is not lower than his!

how can that be?

The Duanmu family has more than one set of swordsmanship, but the Youquan Fengyan Sword can only be taught to the children of the direct line, and even some of the elders of the collateral line have never learned it.

What's more, even the direct descendants, no one has ever been able to practice this sword technique to the sixth level!

And Jiang Cheng in front of him actually practiced the eighth level exactly like him!

how can that be?

His surprise didn't stop there, he found out that the exercises used by the other party were also Duanmu Family's Water Cold Heart Art.

Indeed, if you don't practice the Duanmu Family's Heart Technique, you won't be able to use the Quiet Spring Sealing Flame Sword.

It's just that it's too outrageous that the other party's cultivation realm is the same as his.

On the opposite side, Jiang Cheng had a recollection of it.

It turns out that the system copied him this time?

With this exact same martial art and swordsmanship, I almost thought I had encountered a clone.

But fortunately, the system gave him the sixth level of spiritual platform,

It happens to be a small realm higher than him, and he has an advantage.

Fighting, Duanmuhong became more and more frightened.

Who is this person?

How did he learn Duanmu's mind and swordsmanship?

If he can practice this state, he will not be able to do it in a few hundred years. Could it be that he infiltrated the Duanmu family hundreds of years ago?

Are there other forces behind him?

How much information and resources have they stolen from the Duanmu family in the past few hundred years?

How many deeds have you secretly done that are unfavorable to the Duanmu family?

The elders who were watching the battle from a distance in the Duanmu family actually had similar thoughts.

"This...how could he be so strong?"

"This sword technique, this exercise technique, do we have an inner ghost in the Duanmu family?"

"There must be a high-level betrayal, otherwise the last few weights will not be leaked."

"Yes, if there is no internal cooperation, this kind of thing can't be done."

"I remember. Two hundred years ago, the fifth elder died. Could it be that someone was secretly playing tricks?"

"Eighty years ago, my great-grandson Duanmu Ziyue disappeared mysteriously..."

For a time, the elders in the hall were suspicious.

Looking at the eyes of everyone around him is full of distrust.

Swish!

Duanmuhong finally couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly pulled away from the injury.

"Hold on! When did you steal your martial arts and swordsmanship?"

Seeing his stern interrogation, Jiang Cheng secretly pouted.

Old babe, you were the one who killed me before, right?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so coincidental at all.

Are you still sane?

"Oh, I also want to ask this question, did you learn from stealing?"

He deliberately kicked back, annoyed at the old bastard.

Sure enough, Duanmuhong's nose almost crooked.

"Old man stealing? This is the old man's clan practice, created by our ancestors, and still using stealth?"

Jiang Cheng said disdainfully, "Your town clan practice? How many years has it been passed down?"

"It's been 14,000 years, and the magic powers that our ancestors have comprehended are vast and never passed on. You must be..."

"Okay, okay, I know what's going on."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand impatiently: "More than 10,000 years ago, our Feixianmen practice was stolen once. It turned out that your ancestors stole it."

"It seems that your ancestors were nothing more than robbers..."

Brother Cheng has a lot of experience in dealing with people like Duanmu Hong.

"you!"

The wicked still need the wicked to grind, Duanmu Hong almost turned his back, and his black face turned pale.

Even the fame of the ancestors has been insulted, how can they bear it?

The elders of the Duanmu family in the hall were even more red-eyed, gnashing their teeth one by one, cursing constantly, wishing to immediately cross tens of thousands of miles to hack Jiang Cheng Lianjian to death.

"Death to the old man!"

Duanmu Hong held back for a long time. Due to his anger, his language function became disordered, and he couldn't reply.

In the end, I had to kill it again.

This time, as soon as he made his move, he sacrificed the spirit platform.

"Big brother's spiritual platform is of Xuanpin!"

"Lingtai can't be stolen, this kid is dead..."

"The Patriarch's Lingtai shadowing secret technique has also reached the fourth level!"

I saw a blue and green Quartet Lingtai flying overhead, glowing like a jasper, and the smoke around it slowly revolved, like something in a fairyland.

The rays of light shoot out from the smoke, and even if you look at it from a distance, you will feel the soul fluctuate, as if it will be swallowed into it.

On the spiritual platform, Duanmu Hong's spirit glared angrily and recited the mantra.