Fairy, wait a minute

Chapter 233 Jiang Family Spiritual Steps
Xiaojiu and Chihu looked at each other and rushed towards each other instantly.

Jiang Yinglian put on her cloud-stepping boots and jumped into the air with a fierce step. She grabbed the distant smoke umbrella and quickly plundered Jiang Lian, bringing with it bursts of fierce wind.

"Boom!" A loud bang rang out.

Jiang Lian did not dodge at all, and his spiritual power continued to climb to the tip of the sword, blocking it instantly!
The distant smoke umbrella and the broken sword collided, making an extremely harsh clang sound.Sparks of spiritual power are flying everywhere, and the paper-like umbrella is now as tough and indestructible as iron gold!

"Bang!" With just one blow, the two tested each other's strength and quickly retreated.

Jiang Yinglian's jaw was numb from the shock. She looked at Jiang Lian cautiously, not daring to underestimate her enemy again.

Her physical strength was so strong that it was heart-stopping. She had grown to such an extent that she was no longer the country concubine she looked down upon!
Why!
Jiang Lian looked at Jiang Yinglian expressionlessly, without a trace of smile. She had never despised any opponent, and Jiang Yinglian was not surprised.

Especially the secret method behind her ancient clan.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Jiang Yinglian can become a saint from the ancient tribe. She is not an idiot and has extraordinary abilities.

"Who do you think can win the life-and-death battle between these two people?" Many people were discussing intensely in the audience.

"The Saint of the Ancient Clan, she has great hopes of winning. Jiang Lian is a little younger, and the inheritance of the Xuantian Sect is not as profound as the Ancient Clan. After so many years of training by the Ancient Clan, the Saint will definitely become famous in one battle." An old man touched With a white beard, even he had to avoid some of the terrifying secrets of the ancient tribe, let alone the younger Jiang Lian.

"Oh, his foundation is as deep as that of a single spiritual root?! It is said that Jiang Lian has an ice spiritual root. The purity of his spiritual root is extremely high. He is a talent that is rare to see in a thousand years. I guess Jiang Lian will win this battle!" Someone said to Jiang Lian Lian has great hopes. No matter what the ancient clan's background is, compared with the real genius, it is still not worth it.

"Bang!" Jiang Yinglian launched another attack. She wanted to kill this threat immediately!

Jiang Yinglian possesses the Jiang Family Spirit Step, and her speed is so fast that you can even see her lingering image.

Jiang Lian's alarm bell rang loudly, "Swiss-" A small and insignificant sound of clothes rubbing together appeared behind Jiang Lian.

Among the many voices, they were almost negligible. Jiang Lian was tensed and quickly stood up based on his intuition.

"Bang!" The Yuanyan umbrella penetrated straight into the ground, half of the umbrella body was trapped in it, and the ground cracked like a spider web. The force was so powerful that it made people's hearts tremble.

If Jiang Lian had stayed where he was just now, his skull would have been pierced!

She had never seen such a ghostly spirit step before. Jiang Yinglian was more difficult to deal with than she imagined!

Jiang Yinglian's face was livid. She had practiced the Jiang Family Spirit Steps to perfection these days. She didn't expect Jiang Lian to find out!
"Ha, I underestimated you." Jiang Yinglian looked gloomy, suppressed her smile, and stared at Jiang Lian coldly, like a poisonous snake crouching.

The strong wind blew against Jiang Lian's face, making it difficult to see her expression clearly until her figure burst out, revealing her cold, wolf-like eyes under her hair!
This made Jiang Yinglian feel a sense of life and death crisis at this moment, but after all, she had rich experience. At this time, she retreated quickly, used her spiritual steps to dodge, and narrowly avoided Jiang Lian's broken sword.

The sword didn't cut her body at all, but the sword wind cut off the hair next to her ears like a knife cutting tofu!
Veins popped up on Jiang Yinglian's temples, her cheeks were trembling slightly with anger, and her face turned pale.

The next second, before Jiang Yinglian could take a breath, Jiang Lian's next sword followed instantly.

Jiang Lian's sword moves were fierce and cunning, leaving no room for anything. He pressed forward step by step. If he made a slight mistake, he would be killed. The feeling of oppression was extremely strong.

(End of this chapter)