"Just you? If you want to compare the power of your soul, I may not be your opponent, but when it comes to willpower, haha."

He is confident and Jiangling is also full of confidence.

"Competition of will?" The people watching around looked at each other, all of whom were a little confused.

How to compete with will? Stare at each other with your eyes?

Many monks who flew out of Qiankun City were attracted by this strange test and gathered over.

Jiangling and Chen Wuming looked at each other, then landed on the ground, each abandoning distracting thoughts and adjusting their mentality and spirit.

"Wow."

Just as the Jianglings were taking deep breaths to adjust from Jiangling, a large group of people surrounded them.

"Just go away, just go out and watch there. Don't get too close, as it will affect Chen Wuming's performance."

A large army came from a distance and formed a cordon from a long distance, blocking the onlookers 5 kilometers away.

"I'm here to ban it. Jiangling will pay 5 yuan, Chen Wuming will pay 1.5 yuan."

Not long after, a gambling plate was set up among the onlookers 5 kilometers away.

"Cao, I actually have 5 times the odds?" Jiangling had a good hearing and could hear the sounds 5 kilometers away clearly.

When Jiang Ling almost got angry and smoked when he heard that he was 5 times the odds.

The greater the odds, the more they are, the less optimistic they are.

Jiangling’s odds are so high, it is obvious that everyone looks down on Jiangling.

"I bet Chen Wuming."

"Chen Wuming."

"Chen Wuming."

Jiangling originally thought that his odds were high, so there would be more people in Jiangling, but they all went to Chen Wuming, and there were only a few people in Jiangling.

They would rather make less than take huge risks to bet Jiangling!

"Oh, Chen Wuming's odds are too low. If it can be higher, I can make a little more." After placing the bet, people shook their heads regretfully.

"Hey, who said no?" the person behind echoed.

"Damn the immortal Banban."

Jiangling rubbed his nose hard.

"Hu." Chen Wuming exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and the gas turned into a Qilong.

"Let's start." Chen Wuming said, looked at Jiangling, but found that Jiangling didn't know where to go. The place where Jiangling was standing was empty.

"Tait."

A burst of dense footsteps came out, but Jiangling ran to the crowd.

"That bet, bet on me, I promise you a big profit."

Jiangling rushed to the place where he bet and shouted.

Chen Wuming: “…”

He turned around and looked at Jiangling from afar, his face wrapped in bandages, and his expression was not visible.

"Peng."

Jiangling took out a bulging storage bag and smashed it hard on the gambling plate.

"I snatch Jiangling."

Jiangling almost roared this sentence.

"You..." The person watching the market looked at Jiangling and hesitated.

"What? Can't I bet?"

"Yes, yes, but no matter how much money you have, you can't waste it like this."

Wasting your sister!

"Jiangling, I hope you don't cry then."

After placing the bet, Jiangling returned to the square and met Chen Wuming face to face.

"Come on." Jiang Ling said softly.

"Thorn."

The void was slightly distorted, and then Jiangling and others stabilized their chassis, exerted their willpower to each other, and collided across the air.

The moment the willpower hit, a burnt smell came out and the air was burned.

At the beginning, Jiangling and others were just testing each other, and did not really do their best. You come to Jiangling and test each other.

The sound of the collision of willpower is a slight sound of wind to outsiders.

As time goes by, Jiangling's strength becomes stronger and stronger, and his willpower becomes stronger and he can even shake the space.

Willpower is invisible and formless, and outsiders cannot see anything, but the two sides of Jiangling and others can see countless scenes of substance and light and shadow.

"Shishe."

As the sword light sucked and spit, a green sword flew out of Chen Wuming's mind, crossed the void, and stabbed in an instant.

The Qingfeng sword condensed by Chen Wuming with his will is very concise, which can probably kill the low-level cave void period.

Many powerful monks can silently kill each other with a glance. In addition to using soul attacks, the crushing of will is also one aspect.

If Jiang Ling's will is far weaker than Chen Wuming, he would be suppressed by his powerful will and become a vegetable.

"Swish." Jiang Ling glared at his eyes, and his surging willpower rushed out, condensing into a shield, blocking Chen Wuming's Qingfeng Sword.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang."

The Qingfeng Sword slashed dozens of times in an instant, and was blocked by the shield. The powerful willpower hit Jiangling through the shield, causing Jiangling's expression to change slightly.

Sure enough, Chen Wuming's willpower can be compared with the weakest transcendent, and it can be said that he is invincible under the transcendent.

"drink!"

Jiangling felt the pressure increase sharply, and his body shaking for the first time. He took a few steps back and then shouted and stabilized his body. His eyes burst, increasing the output of his willpower.

"Um?"

Chen Wuming hummed lightly, and the Qingfeng Sword suddenly turned into a giant mountain, crushing the shield, and then slammed Jiangling without diminishing strength.

Since the giant mountain is formed by willpower and is invisible, when it hits Jiangling, it directly penetrates Jiangling's body and acts on Jiangling's soul.

Willpower is emitted through the soul, and the strength of the soul is a factor that affects willpower.

"boom."

Jiangling's soul body shook violently for a few times before dissolving Chen Wuming's will attack.

"The power of the soul is a little bit short, and this has a relatively large impact on my willpower."

Sensing his own situation, Jiangling frowned.

In terms of willpower, some cave void periods can surpass Nirvana periods, but soul power is the source of willpower. If the soul power is weak, it will affect the continuous output ability of willpower.

Therefore, many people with low cultivation can compete with the strong in a moment to compete with the will of the strong, but it is only for a moment.

Just like Jiangling now, his willpower is dragged by his soul.

"I can't stand it anymore, it's only less than 10 minutes."

The crowd shouted, and there were bursts of cheers.

Most of them bet on Chen Wuming to win. Of course they were excited to see that Jiangling was no longer able to do it!

"Hiss, huh."

After Jiangling stood still, he took several deep breaths, adjusted his condition, and continued to welcome Chen Wuming's will attack.

This time, Jiangling will not mobilize any cheating power, such as the blessing of the bronze coffin or the heavenly vein. Jiangling will use his true will to defeat Chen Wuming.

Will has nothing to do with strength or cultivation, it is only connected with your heart of Tao. Jiangling doesn't believe he will lose.

"boom."

The void shook slightly, and its vast will broke away from Jiangling's head and rushed towards Chen Wuming.

"puff."

Amid the subtle muffled sound, the willpower of Jiangling people collided again.

In Jiangling and Chen Wuming's eyes, the collision of willpower between the two sides is no less than that of the planetary bombardment, but to outsiders, it seems much more dull.

They could only see the void slight fluctuations, and then some crisp sounds could be heard, and there was nothing else.

In the dullness, an hour passed in a hurry, and the onlookers were yawning and were sleepy.

But Jiangling and Chen Wuming did not dare to relax at all. Jiangling's face was tense, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his clothes were wet with sweat. It seemed like he had just finished a long-distance race of 10,000 meters.

Chen Wuming, opposite, was not much better than Jiangling. He was wrapped in bandages, and his skin and face were unknown, but the bandage was soaked, as if he had just jumped into the river and took a shower.

"Tick, Tick."

Sweat on his face dripped along Jiangling's cheeks on the ground, and a small puddle was accumulated on the ground.

Sweat covered Jiangling's eyes, but Jiangling didn't bother to wipe his sweat and still competed with Chen Wuming for will.

The competition has been unfolding for more than an hour, and now Jiangling's will has begun to dry up. His stamina is insufficient, so he fights for the last breath. Whoever retreats first will lose.

"Can Jiangling beat Chen Wuming?"

Looking at the stalemate between Jiangling and the others, Chen Mu talked to himself dissatisfied.

"That won't be. Chen Wuming's strength is the best in Qiankun Sect. Jiangling is strong, but he only has the cultivation level of Nirvana after all."

Chen Qiu didn't believe Jiangling would win, so he shook his head disdainfully.
Chapter completed!