With a sneer, the jet-black flying sword suddenly grabbed a gap and got in under the right wing of Jing Yue's white crane.
Jing Yue's body couldn't help but shudder, and was thrust sideways by the sword.
The black flying sword tore through his clothes and burrowed into his body like a violently twisting snake.
Senior Brother Li, who was controlling the flying sword, felt happy.
In this battle, he had to admit that this son's fighting power was terrifying.
Ordinary second-level True Yuan realm monks, even if they fight with all their strength, can hardly survive three moves under his flying sword. In this short period of time, the opponent has blocked his attacks thirty-six times.
The flying sword killing method is vicious and treacherous. It can be used while standing fifty or even a hundred steps away. It can be said to be invincible, but it will eventually consume real energy and telekinesis.
What he wants is a quick victory!
The flying sword tore through Jing Yue's robe, and then the familiar drill penetrated into the flesh like an awl, deciding the outcome.
But this time, the sword cultivator surnamed Li only felt that the process was a little slower.
Yes, the bleeding is a little slower.
The flying sword easily tore through Jing Yue's clothes, but in the next moment he encountered hemp rope plate armor soaked in tung oil.
No matter how greasy and tough the hemp rope was, it couldn't stop the attack of a flying sword, but it bought Jing Yue a moment of time.
When the hemp rope was cut into pieces, Jing Yue's abdomen felt a sharp pain and blood flew out, Jiao Yu, the black gun in his hand, arrived!
clang--
The dark gun body hit the dark flying sword hilt, and the sound was like thunder.
At the same time, the gun body also had a strange tremor.
With the time bought by feeding the sword with his body, Jing Yue finally found the opportunity to activate the Bengzi Jue.
The flying sword was hit, bringing out a flying line of blood, whistling and hitting the ground.
There was a bang and a big hole was made in the ground, with mud and rocks flying.
Senior Brother Li couldn't help but feel shaken, and his body swayed.
In the art of flying swords, if you want to use your thoughts to control the sword, you must let the flying swords get in touch with the sea of consciousness.
His flying sword controlled by his mind force suddenly suffered such a strong force. The strength of the Bengzi Jue even deformed the sword body. As a sword wielder, his mind was naturally shaken.
Two bangs!
Jing Yue gritted his teeth and jumped up, his feet smashing into the wall. He looked like he was standing sideways on the wall.
A gap was made in his abdomen by the flying sword, and blood was rolling down the gun body.
The spear drank blood, and the barrel of the spear buzzed so violently that the wall under Jing Yue's feet trembled.
At the same time, the rainwater around him gathered towards him one after another, as if stars were falling all over the sky.
At this moment, Jing Yue seemed to be possessed by the spirit of the saint girl and the eldest lady, and terrifying power surged through his body.
With a bang, like a spring thunder falling, the wall under Jing Yue's feet collapsed, and the spear in his hand was thrown out!
Destroy the word!
The dark spear was like a black thunder, passing through the heavy rain curtain, forming a rotating wind tunnel, pointing directly at Jian Xiu's chest!
At this time, Senior Brother Li had already recovered from the mental shock, and the flying sword in the pit jumped up.
Now the flying sword was no more than two feet away from Jing, but Jing Yue just threw the spear with all his strength, and the door opened wide.
With just a snap of the fingers, the flying sword can penetrate the opponent's neck and take away his life.
But Senior Brother Li doesn’t dare to gamble!
Because Jing Yue's black gun was roaring towards him, he could only recall his flying sword to defend himself!
"Ah!"
Senior Brother Li shouted harshly, squeezing his true energy and telekinesis.
With a buzzing sound, the flying sword passed through the rain curtain at high speed, leaving behind an afterimage.
It arrived first and lay in front of its owner.
Almost at the same time, the rainwater that gathered around Jingyue suddenly spread out and turned into a flowing water cloak.
Jing Yue also flew out!
There was a bang, and the black gun collided with the flying sword, as if it was deafening thunder.
The surrounding rainwater was afraid of their existence and moved away, forming turbulent streams.
This spear was powerful and heavy, with a strange tremor, and its power far exceeded Senior Brother Li's expectation.
But after all, he was a monk with minor supernatural powers in the Four Realms, so he still blocked the shot.
But the next moment, there was an incredible look in his eyes.
Due to the long spear, Jing Yue's flying figure quickly enlarged in his eyes, like thunder.
The moment Jing Yue touched the spear with his right hand, the vibration of the spear reached its peak at the same time, followed by a violent stab!
Almost at the same time, the rainwater in the entire rain lane began to flow.
There was a loud bang, like a powder keg being ignited.
The curved flying sword was finally overwhelmed and flew out with a snap. The middle-aged sword cultivator was also blown away with the flying sword.
Jian Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and all the true energy in his body violently leaked out, trying to resist this move.
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
The huge gun marks made of rainwater pierced his body-protecting essence, ripped open his robe, and the breast-protecting mirror twisted and deformed in an instant, piercing into his flesh and blood.
In just an instant, he was like a meteorite falling at high speed, breaking two pillars with a bang, and then hit the ground hard. He was ejected and welded to a stone wall outside the alley with a thud.
The middle-aged sword cultivator's clothes were all in pieces, leaving only a pair of tattered underwear hanging on the rails. His chest was collapsed and he had no idea how many ribs were broken.
Wow......
While vomiting blood, he struggled to get away from the wall, but the next moment, his whole body shook involuntarily.
The pitch-black spear passed through the heavy rain, flew over, penetrated his stomach, and nailed him to the wall.
Immediately afterwards, Jianxiu surnamed Li saw the murderous figure, and his eyes were filled with tears and urine.
In the rain curtain, Jing Yue was coughing and bleeding, and the collected rainwater was still swaying behind him.
"No, ahem... no, please... ugh!!!"
The sword cultivator's voice suddenly stopped as a ruler-like long sword swept across his neck, along with the cloak-like water flowing behind Jing Yue.
A very thin line of blood appeared on the sword cultivator's neck, and then it swelled up, and the blood sprayed like a spring.
The sword cultivator struggled to cover his neck, but as soon as he put his hand on his neck, his head tilted and he died, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.
Under the rain curtain, Jing Yue looked at this scene, breathed a sigh of relief, and coughed more violently.
Zhao Buqian and others who had just come around also saw this scene and were dumbfounded.
For a moment, they felt that Jing Yue, who was standing there coughing, was a savage beast.
Involuntarily, they remembered the classic saying of the third young master - "My brother has the appearance of a great master.".
At this moment, several people no longer thought it was a joke.
Even a true grandmaster could be so vigorous when he was young?
