"Liu Jing!" Song Xin couldn't help but tremble when he saw the person in front of him. This was a conditioned reflex of fear.
Liu Jing's triangular eyes shot out a frightening light, and then said word by word: "You are growing up so fast."
Song Xin held the Fuxi sword in front of him, took a step back and shouted: "Liu Jing, don't think I'm afraid of you!" Even so, he could feel the hand holding the sword trembling.
"Hahaha, you're not afraid of me? Then why are you shaking? Brat, you dare to talk to me like this. I'm really tired of living. I'll give you two options. First, come back with me and do Qi Xue for a year. Furnace tripod, if you are lucky enough not to be sucked dry by me, I will let you live. Secondly, I will kill you now, and then I will arrest your soul and make it a corpse slave."
"Is it like what you did to Tuoshan back then?" Song Xin asked Liu Jing with cold eyes.
"Tuoshan? Oh, you're talking about that boy." Liu Jing seemed to have forgotten the Xianbei boy he once was. "His beloved wife is now the young lady of the Wei family. I think she used to have some interest in you. It just so happens that old Wei Xuan is old and frail. Why don't I take you back and give her a How about a male favorite? Hahahaha."
"Bah! You old bastard." Liu Jing's arrogant laughter made Song Xin couldn't help but curse.
"Hey, little bastard, just by saying this, I will torture you for one more hour!" Before he finished speaking, Liu Jing's figure flashed, and a whisk appeared in his hand, and then Song Xin saw a shadow on his left side. White shadow. When he hurriedly retreated, Liu Jing's whisk had already reached his previous position.
"Thousand-fold Eye Technique!" Faced with such a swift opponent, Song Xin immediately activated the Thousand-fold Eye Technique.
In an instant, Liu Jing's shadow seemed to turn into still pictures, each with subtle changes in movement, outlining his movement trajectory.
"Old man, look at the sword!" Song Xin roared, increasing the thunder sword energy to the maximum, and at the same time, he was covered with solid vine armor in many places on his body.
"Huh!?" Liu Jing was surprised when he noticed that Song Xin's aura suddenly increased.
But there was no sign of slowing down in his movements. The whisk in his hand was like a long white snake, and an explosion could be heard with every attack. Although the Qianzhong Eye Technique can capture the opponent's movements, Song Xin's body reaction is still far behind.
However, due to the solidity of the rattan armor, I took a few blows, and other than feeling swelling in the injured area, there was no serious problem.
"Liu Jing, is this all you have? I'm not afraid of you!" Song Xin fought Liu Jing for more than ten rounds and found that he was nothing more than that. Gradually he gained confidence, and suddenly his momentum was like a rainbow. The three sword energies of thunder, water, and sky circulated in circles, cutting Liu Jing's floating dust into white threads.
"Hehe, boy, you're just provoking me with this little bit of skill. That's great."
Liu Jing smiled coldly, suddenly retracted the fly whisk and pressed his palm forward. This seemingly ordinary move made Song Xin feel an unbearable hot breath, which rushed to his face in the blink of an eye. His cheeks were immediately burned red, and the vine armor on his body began to smoke. .
"Fire magic!" Song Xin noticed that this powerful and heavy feeling was definitely not something ordinary magic could bring about.
When Liu Jing saw him panicking, he pushed out with another palm, and an even hotter wave of heat blew Song Xin away. The dead grass on the ground couldn't stand the heat wave and began to burn. As soon as the winter snow hit this heat wave, it instantly turned into white gas.
"Haha, brat, I'm going to roast you today, and then all the treasures on your body are mine!"
Liu Jing laughed loudly and continued to push out heat waves with one palm after another. Song Xin could only rely on the Thousand Layers Eye Technique to evade, but had no chance to fight back. At the same time, he secretly complained in his heart. Although Liu Jing was injured and his cultivation was greatly damaged, he was still a level higher than himself. Even if he mastered Taoism, he could not do anything to the opponent.
His own Taoist skills were not yet accomplished, but the other party's fire Taoist skills firmly restrained his own.
Suddenly, Song Xin felt his feet tighten and looked down, "Ghost Pulse!" How could he not be familiar with the thing in front of him? It was the terrifying plant that sucked his blood in the Wei family. I don't know when a blood-red ghost vein appeared on the ground, tightly entangled Song Xin's feet, and wanted to get into his skin to suck blood just like before.
While he was in shock, a wave of heat rushed in front of Song Xin, and he hurriedly covered his face with his arms. However, the vine armor on his body was turned into ashes by the heat wave in an instant. His body flew up like leaves in the wind.
Song Xin immediately took out several diamond talismans and slapped them randomly, and then threw the golden fist talisman towards Liu Jing.
"Hey, your reaction is not slow, but you are no match for me!" Liu Jing flicked the fly whisk and shattered the golden fist talisman in the air. Then his figure suddenly accelerated, and in an instant he was behind Song Xin, hitting him on the back of the head with a knife.
A wave of dizziness came over, and Song Xin tried to stay awake, so she landed on the ground, staggered a few steps forward, and finally lost her balance and fell to the ground with a plop.
Liu Jing was also surprised that Song Xin didn't faint this time, but it didn't matter to him. If he didn't faint once, he would try again.
Song Xin lay on the ground, struggling to support her body with her arms, and vaguely watched Liu Jing walking towards her with a sneer. He wanted to react, but his body felt like it wasn't his own at this time.
Suddenly, Song Xin heard a calm voice: "Senior Liu Jing, don't you feel ashamed to use all your strength to deal with a junior!?"
Then he felt a lightness in his body, as if he was being picked up by someone, and the blurry figure of Liu Jing in his eyes shrank instantly. Then he heard another voice: "Brother Song, don't be afraid, we are here to help you."
It's Zhang Xiuyang.
When Song Xin heard this voice, her heart instantly felt at ease, and she hurriedly began to use Chun Xuan Kung Fu to heal her injuries.
"Boys from the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, do you want to mind my business?" Liu Jingzheng stared at Zhang Moyang and said coldly.
"A witch cultivator openly attacks practitioners outside the fairy city. Can't I take care of it?" Zhang Moyang smiled softly, and a jade flute appeared in his palm.
"Boy, this Song Xin was once the Qi and Blood Cauldron that I bought. Now I want to get him back. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Your master and I also know each other. Even if he comes, he must give it to me. Three-point thin noodles.”
Zhang Moyang shouted angrily: "Qi and Blood Cauldron, haha." Zhang Moyang snorted coldly, "You treat people as Qi and Blood Cauldron, and you dare to say it here without shame. My master is here, he doesn't know how to do it at all. Give you, an old man, a chance to speak!"
Zhang Xiuyang supported Song Xin and shouted loudly: "Brother, don't talk nonsense to him, kill him!! Avenge Brother Song!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you two babies? Hahaha." Liu Jing couldn't help laughing. But then he felt a pain in his cheek, and then it suddenly became red and swollen.
Zhang Moyang's body didn't move at all, but he gave Liu Jing a slap in the face when he didn't notice.
"What's wrong, baby? I'll still beat you, an old man!" Zhang Moyang's figure rushed towards Liu Jing following the words.
Seeing that the opponent took the initiative to attack, Liu Jing repeated his old trick, pushed with both palms, and two waves of heat spurted out. They twisted together in front of him, forming a tornado and rushing towards Zhang Moyang's figure.
When the tornado collided with Zhang Moyang's figure, it passed directly through the figure.
"Old man, is this all you have?" A mocking voice came from behind Liu Jing, and then several large acupoints on Liu Jing's back were hit by the jade flute. Liu Jing instantly felt that his energy and blood surged wildly, and his meridians were itchy.
"Ah! Brat, what kind of evil magic is this!" Liu Jing's back was itching unbearably, and even his spiritual energy was not flowing smoothly.
Then Liu Jing was kicked hard in the face, and Zhang Xiuyang rushed over at some point. Liu Jing was furious and punched him in the face, but Zhang Xiuyang was clever and ducked with his head lowered, while at the same time he plunged into the ground. Then he stretched out his hand from the ground and grabbed Liu Jing's feet. With a sudden pull, the old man fell face down and was chewed up by a dog. He even had his nosebleeds come out, mixed with the mud on the ground, making him look embarrassed and ridiculous.
"Haha, it's so fun!" Zhang Xiuyang didn't expect that he would overthrow a shaman cultivator who was at the same level as a Qi practitioner. His cultivation level was not as good as Song Xin's. Normally, he would have been beaten to death by Liu Jing.
Before Liu Jing could stand up, he felt his feet being grabbed and dragged backwards again. He felt angry and hit him with a whisk. As soon as Zhang Xiuyang leaned half of his body out of the ground, his chest was hit by a whisk, and a piece of golden powder spread out from his body. Then he flew out of the soil like a carrot and rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
"Ahem!" He covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, already injured. I thought to myself that this old guy was really tough. Zhang Xiuyang was stunned for a moment, and all he saw in his eyes was an old and withered hand grabbing towards his neck. Then came Liu Jing's cold and angry voice: "Boy, be my hostage!"
"Junior brother, get away!" Zhang Moyang saw the coldness in his eyes when he saw his junior brother was injured.
Just as the hand reached Zhang Xiuyang, a sword light flashed from the diagonal thrust. Liu Jing reacted extremely quickly and shrank away. Then he saw Song Xin's face full of anger, and another sword slashed across his face.
"I woke up so soon!" Liu Jing was more surprised than panicked. Why is this kid so resilient? How did he know that the "Spring Xuan" part of the Jade Machine Zhenzang Jue is mainly about healing, recovery and defense, and it can also strengthen the thunder attribute spells.
The sword strike just now was as fast as lightning. If he reacted a little slower, his arm might be chopped off. Liu Jing was about to rejoice that he could not avoid Zhang Moyang's attack despite being so distracted. He felt a powerful force coming from his back, as if a huge rolling log had hit him.
He spurted blood on the ground. But at this time Zhang Moyang's attack had arrived.
He hurriedly resisted for a few times and gave up the idea of taking Zhang Xiuyang as a hostage and threatening the other party. Now all he thinks about is how to escape.
Song Xin also joined the battle group at this time. He was responsible for harassing, while Zhang Moyang was responsible for delivering a fatal blow to the opponent. Liu Jing gradually couldn't resist. He suddenly used a dust fly to swing away Song Xin's long sword, then reached out to palm Zhang Moyang, and floated back several feet with the force of the pushback.
"Give me a break, I will never cause trouble to Song Xin again!" Liu Jing shouted loudly.
"I want to go back and resume my revenge. You treat me like a three-year-old child! I will kill you while you are sick!" Song Xin sneered. Now that the old man is injured, how can he let him go?
Zhang Moyang had no intention of letting Liu Jing go. He flicked his fingers in the air a few times, and several talismans shot out like hailstones. Liu Jing kept swinging the whisk, and after a burst of crackling, his whisk was beaten until only a wooden pole remained.
"My spiritual weapon!"
He screamed in distress, and then he roared angrily, "Bao Hong, you thief, why don't you come out to help!"
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