Between life and death, Chen Jianjie finally used his kung fu to the bottom of his chest.

"careful!"

Chen Jianjie was so powerful that Old Cui was frightened. He quickly shouted and told Ling Yun to be more careful.

“It’s useless!”

Ling Yun said lightly, and did not use any weapons. He also stepped on mysterious footwork and used the Tiangang Demon-Subduing Fist, and the Cangqiu Silent Palm to fight Chen Jianjie!

If Chen Jianjie wanted to escape, Ling Yun would definitely use the Nether Blood Demon Sword and Dragon Pattern Sword to kill him on the spot without hesitation, but Chen Jianjie did not retreat and chose to fight him. Ling Yun admired this very much.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The two of them fought quickly, and the two tall figures fought together in close combat, with only two phantoms left in their body movements, and they blasted against each other dozens of times like lightning!

Ling Yun took advantage of it and continued to take advantage of it. He was fighting against Chen Jianjie, and he kept reversing the Dantian, constantly absorbing the fist and palm wind that Chen Jianjie made. They were all Chen Jianjie's innate true energy.

The more he fought, the stronger he became, but Chen Jianjie became weaker and weaker. In the end, he was unable to do so.

Chen Jianjie clearly felt that his peak strength at the eighth level of the innate level seemed to be about to fall to the middle stage of the eighth level of the innate level...

Through this fight, Ling Yun not only became more and more powerful and brave, but also felt that he was about to break through the Qi training period.

But even so, Ling Yun was unable to kill Chen Jianjie on the spot with his pair of flesh palms in a short period of time.

"What a great eighth level of innateness!"

Ling Yun was secretly shocked.

While fighting, Ling Yun was also repeatedly testing Chen Jianjie's strength and comparing it repeatedly. He wanted to make advance efforts and make full preparations for future battles.

Now Ling Yun knew it in his mind. If he had no Nether Blood Demon Sword, Dragon Pattern Sword, Dark Storm and other all kinds of heaven-defying treasures, he would barely be able to compete with the mid-stage masters of the eighth level in the innate level, and his strength would be comparable.

The eighth level of the innate is already so powerful, so what about the ninth level of the innate? What about the ninth level of the innate?

"The real ancient martial arts masters in this world will definitely not be weak. On the contrary, they are very strong!"

This is the judgment Ling Yun made during the battle.

Suddenly, Ling Yun's heart moved, and he noticed that many more people came to the edge of the Grand Canyon.

"You guys go down and protect my second brother!"

Chen Jiangui's hoarse voice came from the heavy rain and came into Ling Yun's ears.

"Yes!" More than a dozen black figures jumped and rushed down from above the canyon.

Another expert from the Chen family is here!

Ling Yun's face changed. He couldn't waste any more. If he wanted to continue like this, who knew when it would be? If the Chen family sent people continuously, if there was another person who was even more powerful than Chen Jianjie, Ling Yun would be the one who died at that time!

"Second brother. Don't be in love with the battle. That person is so mysterious. Let's leave here first..."

Chen Jiangui was not afraid that Ling Yun would hear it. He flew to the edge of the Grand Canyon, ensuring that Ling Yun's bow and arrow could not shoot him, and roared wildly at the bottom of the canyon.

After being ravaged by Ling Yun for many times, Chen Jiangui finally realized that this masked man in black is his special nemesis. No matter how powerful he is, no matter how many solutions he comes up with, he is no match for Ling Yun below.
Chapter completed!