The bone-skinned ghost claws rolled all over the sky, constantly attacking Ximen Jie, and there were several green ghost fires mixed in, making Ximen Jie feel more unprepared for defense. After all, he is not as good as Jiang Chen in long-range attacks.

In desperation, Ximen Jie had no choice but to sacrifice the Ten Ghost Banners.

So, half of the ring where he was standing was immediately blew up, and black mist was filled with ghosts, and ghosts surged out of the banners and attacked Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen sneered, then patted the storage bag and sacrificed his Ten Ghost Banners.

The other half of the ring he was standing on was also gloomy ghost fog, accompanied by the sound of ghosts, as if he had arrived at a cemetery.

The ghosts in the Ten Ghost Banners rushed towards each other with black mist at the same time, and then fought fiercely over the center of the ring.

In a flash, the battle fell into a deadlock again.

Ximen Jie was a little anxious now. Jiang Chen's body movements were faster than him, and his good at long-range attacks made it difficult for him to get close.

No matter how tricky and ruthless his Yinsha Fist was, he could not get any benefit.

"Okay! It seems that you really force me to use my collarbone stick!" Ximen Jie shouted wildly.

At this time, he turned his fist into a palm and slapped his storage bag. He saw a stick more than meter long appearing on his hand.

This long stick is a collarbone with white bones. I don’t know what monster it took off, but it was so long. Judging from the faint scales emitted from its surface, it is definitely a powerful magic weapon.

"Haha! Jiang Chen, go to die!" Ximen Jie waved his collarbone stick viciously, with a sharp hurricane. He hit Jiang Chen's head with great might. He also turned into three stick shadows in the middle, making it impossible to see which phantom is and which is the real body.

"Oh no! This collarbone stick is an intermediate magic weapon, and it is also a very advanced magic weapon among disciples in the Qi Refining Stage. Jiang Chen seems to be in the small exam, and the best magic weapon is only a basic magic weapon, which is one less blocking time!" The Demon Soul Ancestor couldn't help but scream in secret.

I thought I had known that this would happen, so I would give Jiang Chen a few intermediate magic weapons early in the morning.

But now it is obvious that he can't give Jiang Chen any magical tools and pills.

Wuchuan, Ding Lei, Zheng Yiran and others also mentioned their throats.

They were very aware of the power of intermediate magic weapons. Initial and low-level magic weapons were almost vulnerable in front of the clavicle rod.

But what surprised them was that Jiang Chen had no fear on his face. He gently patted the storage bag again, and a big machete that was as bright as water in the sky appeared in his hand. There were nine rings made of bright red goose feathers on the back of the machete.

"Peng!" Jiang Chen waved his knife!

Two sword lights burst out at the same time and flew straight towards Ximen Jie's throat.

At the same time, the bone shield also appeared in his hand and stood firmly in front of him.

"Ah! Yanling Knife!"

The ancestors of the Golden Elixir Stage are all people who know goods, so they naturally can see that.

Although this goose feather sword is also an intermediate magic weapon, its material is made of the feathers of the fifth-level monster blood-red goose, and it is refined with high-quality black gold. Therefore, although the grade is not high, its attack power is very strong. It is comparable to some ordinary high-level magic weapons.

Ximen Jie was shocked.

If he hits this clavicle stick, Jiang Chen will use a bone shield to parry it.

Although he firmly believed that with the power of the collarbone stick, he would be able to destroy the shield and then smash Jiang Chen's head. However, he would also be cut off by Jiang Chen's Yanling Knife.

He wanted to kill Jiang Chen, but he didn't want to die with Jiang Chen. Naturally, he wouldn't have done such a loss-making thing.

So, Ximen Jie decisively retracted the offensive, raised his bone rod with both hands, and parried towards the two sword lights.

However, what Ximen Jie did not expect was that when these two golden sword lights were about to approach the collarbone stick, they suddenly merged into one, and then wiped the bottom of the collarbone stick with lightning speed and flew towards Ximen Jie's chest.

"The first level of the Demon Sword Technique! The demonic flames are surging in the sea!"

Jiang Chen shouted loudly, and saw the golden sword light in the air suddenly shining. The strong spiritual power fluctuation showed that it contained huge energy. Even the blind man could feel the huge destructive power it contained.

Ximen Jie suddenly had all his souls. He had no time to dodge, so he could only inject all his spiritual power into the body protection cover, trying to take the sword light.

"No! Ximen Jie, you can't take it! This is the Demon Sword Technique! And Jiang Chen has successfully practiced the first level!" The Demon Corpse Ancestor screamed in shock.

However, it was obvious that Ximen Jie had no time to react. He heard a loud "boom" sound, and the body protection cover was immediately shattered by the golden sword light. The sword light remained unavoidable and flew straight into Ximen Jie's chest, and then came out from behind...

After the explosion, a body retreated suddenly, and a painful moan came from Ximen Jie's mouth. His face was also terriblely pale. A trace of blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth, and a big blood hole appeared in his chest. His body flew back several feet away and fell on the ring.

Fortunately, Ximen Jie was killed by his right chest, not his left chest, and the cultivator's physical fitness was much better than that of a mortal. Although he was seriously injured, it was not a fatal injury.

Looking at the figure of Ximen Jie falling down in a mess, everyone's eyes frozen in an instant.

When they were squirting blood on Ximen Jie's chest and their fighting power was already exhausted, they couldn't help but scream, and there was an incredible surprise in the voices of everyone.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Ximen Jie wanted to struggle to stand up, but as soon as he sat up, another mouthful of blood was ejected and he fell to the ground again.

But at this moment, he felt a chill coming. Looking up, he saw a golden light flashing in front of him, and a golden sword was approaching his neck...

"I surrender! I admit defeat! You won this battle!"

Ximen Jie is worthy of being a smart person. Knowing that he is seriously injured, he is no longer a match for Jiang Chen. Now he can only count on Jiang Chen to be kind and let him go.

"Jiang Chen, let him go! I'm willing to repay the spirit stone!" The Demon Corpse Ancestor's voice rang.

The sword paused in the air for a moment, but ignored it and suddenly passed by at a faster speed...

"Puchi!" With a sound, Ximen Jie's head flew out more than ten feet away with a bunch of blood. The headless corpse spewed out a large amount of blood from his neck and then pounced on the ring. Now he couldn't die much.

Jiang Chen hooked his left hand and Ximen Jie's storage bag came to his hands. He tied it to his waist. According to the rules of the battle of life and death, all the property of the loser will naturally belong to the winner.

"You dare not listen to my orders!" The Demon Corpse Ancestor was furious when he saw that Jiang Chen didn't take his words seriously.

He jumped up from his seat and a powerful aura swept towards the ring, which made Jiang Chen feel difficult to breathe, his body stagnated, and his legs trembled involuntarily on the ring, and he squatted down.
Chapter completed!