C8 Strong Strength!

Facing the combined attack of Jian Qi and Jian Gang, Jian Wushuang squinted his eyes. He first took a step to the side to avoid Jian Gang's flying leg, then took a step forward and pushed his right fist straight towards Jian Qi.

It was the dawn of the east.

"This is …" Morning Fist? Haha, trash is trash, using the Fist Methods to deal with me, what about your brain? "

Seeing that Jian Wushuang was using the Morning Fist Technique, Jian Qi was slightly surprised. Then, with a sneer, he grabbed Jian Wushuang's fist with one hand while his other hand turned into a fist and punched towards Jian Wushuang's abdomen.

"Idiot."

The Morning Fist was the basic Fist Methods of the Jian Family, so it was possible for one to have a strong body, but if one wanted to use it against an enemy, it was simply full of flaws. It was easy to deal with.

"It just so happens that I can use you to test out my comprehension of the Morning Fist."

Seeing Jian Qi reach out to grab his fist, a bright light flashed across Jian Wushuang's eyes. It was as bright as the morning sun.

In the next moment —

His senses seemed to have a cognitive misconception, that kind of uncontrollable drifting feeling made Jian Qi spit out blood. Before Jian Qi could react, Jian Wushuang's fist had already broken through Jian Qi's palm blockade, like the morning sun passing through the clouds, it landed heavily on Jian Qi's body!

"Pfft!"

Jian Qi spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards in disbelief.

Jian Gang and Jian Ping were shocked. This scene was unbelievable.

"Sure enough, the true Morning Fist is equipped with both divine and divine forms. The previous Fist Methods was just an empty shell, I wonder how Father found out about the true profoundness of the Morning Fist?" Jian Wushuang thought about it.

"Trash, your cultivation has reached the Ninth Layer of the Pre-Sky Realm?"

Jian Gang was shocked and frightened. He looked at Jian Wushuang and did not dare to believe what he was seeing.

Jian Qi, who was at the eighth level of the Houtian realm, was actually knocked down by Jian Wushuang's punch. It was simply too shocking.

Trash?

Hearing that word, Jian Wushuang slightly raised his eyebrows and ridiculed: "Trash? Jian Gang, if I am trash, then what are you? "

Before he finished his sentence, Jian Wushuang's figure moved and appeared in front of Jian Gang. Jian Wushuang's expression changed as he crossed his hands in front of his body and quickly retreated.

Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice, "Can you escape?"

The similarly elusive fist was like a sun piercing through the clouds. It was unstoppable as it smashed onto Jian Gang's chest with a loud bang.

"Bam!"

Jian Gang's feet left the ground and flew into the air. When he fell to the ground, he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood.

"Jian Gang, you keep saying that I'm trash, but if you can't even defeat trash, aren't you even more of a trash?"

Jian Wushuang slowly walked in front of Jian Gang, looked at Jian Gang's eyes that were filled with fear, and said with a mocking smile.

Jian Wushuang took a step forward and fiercely stepped on Jian Gang's face until his face was completely buried in the ground. Then, he took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Jian Ping, who was running away in fear.

"Jian Wushuang, if you dare to touch me, my brother will definitely not let you go!" Five months ago, he was at the Ninth Layer of the Pre-Sky Realm and now that he is about to enter the Innate Stage, it will be easy for him to deal with you! "

Seeing Jian Wushuang turn towards him, Jian Ping shouted with a serious expression. His trembling body only exposed his true feelings.

"Is this the sword pavilion? I was looking for him! " A cold glint flashed across Jian Wushuang's eyes, "However, before that, I will beat you up into a pig's head!"

Startled, Jian Ping stomped on the ground and quickly fled. Jian Wushuang's face revealed a sneer. He was in no hurry to give chase. Instead, he followed behind Jian Ping at a moderate pace.

A cat playing with a mouse has a different flavor.

He hated the Jian Ping brothers. Seeing that Jian Ping still dared to take the initiative to cause trouble for him, he obviously wouldn't easily teach him a lesson. He decided to give Jian Ping a deep memory or else he would think he was easy to bully.

Feeling Jian Wushuang's playful attitude, Jian Ping was humiliated. However, he had no choice but to run away, otherwise, it would be even more miserable if he fell into Jian Wushuang's hands.

"Sister Qianqian!"

Jian Ping suddenly shouted in surprise.

Passing through a dense forest, in front of him, a fifteen year old girl in red with a cold expression was practicing her boxing style. Her figure was agile, and the wind howled as she threw out every punch, dispersing the morning mist.

Hearing Jian Ping's shout, the lady in red frowned and looked over coldly.

"Jian Ping, what's the matter?" Jian Qianqian said coldly.

"Qianqian, Jian Wushuang wants to kill me, you have to save me!"

Tears and snot ran down Jian Ping's face as he ran behind Jian Qianqian.

"Trash Jian Wushuang?" Jian Qianqian frowned. "Why would he want to kill you? Besides, how come you can't beat him?"

"He took advantage of my unguarded defense to sneak attack me. After I got injured, he was no match for me."

Jian Ping lied with his eyes wide open. However, Jian Qianqian was the woman that he had loved for a long time, so Jian Ping naturally wouldn't discredit him in front of her.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked coldly at Jian Ping who had turned black and white. He spat out two words, "Shameless!"

Jian Ping braced himself and said, "Hmph, you, this useless family, who doesn't know about it? If you say that you can beat me without sneak attacks, then only idiots would believe you!"

"Jian Wushuang, you should go. The family doesn't allow killing each other." Jian Qianqian said indifferently.

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows: "Do you believe what he said?"

"The truth is right in front of you, trash. You want to quibble? Don't tell me you don't even put Cousin Qianqian in your eyes?" Jian Ping instigated.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, but the clan doesn't allow killing each other, do you understand? "Let's go, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite."

Jian Qianqian's eyes gradually turned cold and harsh.

"The clan doesn't allow internecine fighting?"

After repeating that, Jian Wushuang suddenly laughed out loud. However, anger gradually appeared in his eyes, "The family doesn't allow killing each other, but who cares when I get killed! If I have the ability to fight back, then you can tell me, the family doesn't allow killing each other? How could there be such a good thing in the world! "Jian Qianqian, get out of my way. I don't want to have a feud with you, and I don't want to see you being used."

"Trash, when the time comes, what nonsense are you spouting? Do you think that cousin Qianqian will be fooled by your nonsense? You're daydreaming!" Jian Ping clamored.

"Shut up, I know what I'm doing!"

This Jian Wushuang really did not know what was good for him. Could it be that he did not understand his own good intentions, that although Jian Ping was weak, he was still the younger brother of Jian Xuan, so even if Jian Wushuang could beat Jian Ping, so what?

"Reckless, ignorant!" Jian Qianqian said coldly.

"Hur hur." Jian Wushuang sneered and didn't want to waste any more words with Jian Qianqian. He stomped on the ground and dashed towards Wu Tie.

"You're too arrogant!"

Seeing Jian Wushuang ignore her, Jian Qianqian's heart was filled with anger. She struck out her palm horizontally and blocked the attack in front of Jian Wushuang.

"The one being arrogant is you!"

Jian Wushuang let out a cold snort, and used the Morning Fist.

"What?"

Jian Qianqian's charming face changed as she revealed a surprised expression. She quickly twisted her body, but her lower abdomen was still hit by the fierce fist wind. Her breath was in disorder.

"This is the Morning Fist, why is it so powerful?" Jian Qianqian said in shock.

Her cultivation had reached the Ninth Layer of the Pre-Sky Realm and she had actually taken a loss without even being aware of it, how could she not be shocked?

However, that was clearly a move of the Morning Fist, but he didn't know why it was so powerful in Jian Wushuang's hands.

"There are many things you don't know! "Everything has been revived!"

Jian Wushuang shouted. His cultivation of the eighth level precelestial stage was completely activated. He took a step forward and pulled out his right fist. Suddenly, a strong energy burst out from Jian Wushuang's body.

This was the fist technique used to revive all living things.

"The eighth level precelestial stage?"

Jian Qianqian's pretty face was filled with shock. This was not the trash Jian Wushuang that she remembered. However, at this moment, a fist wind was blowing and she couldn't help but think before punching out at the same time.

Her cultivation was at the Postnatal realm, which was one stage higher than Jian Wushuang's. According to logic, this punch should have the complete advantage, however, Jian Wushuang's fist strike looked ordinary, but for some reason, the aftershock it released was unusually strong, as if the fist strike was like a person's soul had been injected with it.

Jian Wushuang was pushed back even further, but he was already prepared. Borrowing the recoil force, Jian Wushuang quickly turned around and jumped to the right in front of Jian Ping.

Jian Ping was so shocked that he did not expect even Jian Qianqian to be unable to stop Jian Wushuang. He was so scared that he immediately turned around and ran.

"Too late!"

Jian Ping was only at the Houtian seventh stage. Compared to Jian Wushuang, his speed was way too slow. Jian Wushuang caught up with him in two steps. He clenched his right fist and punched on Jian Ping's knee.

"Kacha ~ ~" Jian Ping raised his head and screamed. His scream was as sharp as a pig being slaughtered.

At this moment, looking at Jian Ping, whose pants were dyed red with blood, screaming and rolling on the ground, Jian Qianqian knew that this was a foregone conclusion. She sighed and said, "Jian Xuan will not let you off!"

"So what?"

Jian Wushuang retracted his gaze from Jian Ping. Facing Jian Ping's miserable ending, Jian Wushuang didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. The other party brought everything on themselves.

"Jian Wushuang, although your progress has shocked me, but you know, if you fight seriously, you won't be my opponent, and I am not a match for the Sword Tower." Jian Qianqian said.

"All that you've said is meaningless. I only know that one day, I will step on Jian Xuan's head!"

With a faint smile, Jian Wushuang turned around and left, leaving Jian Qianqian behind.