Sang Wujing's despicableness and shamelessness really exceeded Jiang Heyao's imagination. If it weren't for Xiuchen, she would never have guessed these things.

Xiuchen is really scary. He can think of such outrageous things. It seems that beneath his gentle appearance, he also hides a not-so-gentle heart.

The long sword in his hand suddenly glowed red. This time, without waiting for Sang Wujing to attack, Jiang Heyao rushed towards Sang Wujing first, striking first!

It's useless to say anything at this time. Sang Wujing will definitely not let her go. Here today, either Sang Wujing will die or she will die.

As long as Sang Wujing can do it.

Facing Jiang Heyao's menacing attack, Sang Wujing remained calm. Although he was indeed a bit wary of Jiang Heyao's desperate fighting style, it was not so easy for him to master Jiang Heyao's desperate fighting style, armed with the power of the green dragon and the fire of the red bird.

Damn, this Jiang Heyao is a novice at first glance. She has never experienced fighting on the battlefield. Her moves are full of flaws. As long as you seize the opportunity, it will be easy to kill her.

Therefore, facing Jiang Heyao's sword, Sang Wujing did not fight head-on, but turned sideways and narrowly escaped the blow.

Jiang Heyao did not use all his strength in this attack. When he slashed the air with his sword, he flipped his wrist and swept towards Sang Wujing.

Sang Wujing nodded appreciatively and used only three points of strength to attack. This was a life-saving skill on the battlefield. If you want to protect yourself on a chaotic battlefield, it is essential to have some remaining strength.

This little girl does have some brains.

Sang Wujing's feet were empty, and he took three steps back. He managed to avoid the attack again, but he saw the long knife in Jiang Heyao's hand turned into a long whip, stretched several feet, and threw it directly at him.

She just turned the flame into the shape of a long knife. It seemed that she was deliberately misleading herself. If she had just used the method of dealing with the long knife, then this blow would be difficult to avoid.

"The little girl is quite capable."

Sang Wujing applauded. This blow was not easy to dodge, so he condensed his spiritual energy into a stick and struck the red whip with his hand.

In terms of the strength of spiritual energy, Sang Wujing is obviously superior. Even the long stick that solidified in a hurry can directly scatter Jiang Heyao's long whip, turning it into flames and dissipating into the air.

"Okay, with these few strikes, you are qualified to survive on the ancient battlefield."

Sang Wujing held the spiritual energy stick horizontally. The stick seemed to have solidified in a hurry, and the shape was not condensed well. But just such spiritual energy was able to scatter Jiang Heyao's spiritual energy whip attached to the Suzaku Fire. This made

Jiang Heyao was frightened in his heart.

The stick just now seemed to have hit the weakest point of her whip. This does not look like a coincidence.

She suddenly remembered the battle between Xiuchen and Xiang Tao. Xiuchen only showed a small amount of cultivation, which was far from that of Xiang Tao. However, Xiuchen could suppress Xiang Tao and fight without even using spiritual energy.

One slap after another knocked Xiang Tao unconscious.

She felt that the gap between herself and this old guy might be like the gap between Xiang Tao and Xiu Chen. She even said that the strength of this old guy's spiritual energy was still higher than hers.

What a tough opponent.

"Ancient battlefield?"

Jiang Heyao remembered that this old guy just mentioned the ancient battlefield. If this guy really survived on the ancient battlefield, then he must have experienced hundreds of battles and seen countless lives and deaths. After such hard training, no wonder he has

Such superb fighting skills.

"Yes, the ancient battlefield."

Sang Wujing laughed and continued:

"Ancestor, I have been through countless demon-slaying battles since I joined the Sang family. Among them, we pharmacists and alchemists have to participate in more than a hundred battles. Let us who are hiding behind

Rushing to the front line, can you imagine the brutality of this kind of battle? The scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood is everywhere

They are all wailing, and there are the sounds of swords cutting flesh and spells exploding bodies everywhere. People around you fall down one by one. Demons are constantly rushing over. A severely injured and disabled teammate is lying on the ground begging you to save him, and what you are doing is...

What we can do is to give him a knife and make him happy when he can breathe. Can you imagine this scene?"

Following Sang Wujing's words, his whole body continued to emit bloody evil aura, and the murderous aura seemed to have solidified to the point where it was visible to the naked eye.

A scene of blood flying across the battlefield appeared in front of Jiang Heyao's eyes, and the smell of blood even rushed into Jiang Heyao's nose. These made her feel waves of nausea and endless fear.

Wails filled the field, and people were still fighting in the distance. As she entered, she heard someone at her feet, begging her to save herself.

Just below the feet, there was a man who had lost his legs and dragged out a long trail of blood. One hand was twisted, and the arm bones were obviously all broken. The other hand was covered in blood. He was clutching his trouser leg tightly and wailing:

"Help...save me...I don't want to die..."

Jiang Heyao wanted to save him, but for some reason, she felt like she couldn't control herself. She was holding a knife in her hand, and a voice kept telling her:

"You can't save him, give him a knife and let him go."

"You can't save him, give him a knife and let him go."

"You can't save him, give him a knife and let him go."

As if affected by this terrifying battlefield, Jiang Heyao was easily distracted and murmured:

"I can't save you...I can't save you...I can't save you..."

The long knife in her hand was gradually raised, and she seemed to be unable to think of anything else. She looked numbly at the disabled person in front of her, thinking only of dropping the knife.

"Jiang Heyao! Wake up!"

A heavy shout came, and it was her father's voice. The voice seemed to have a soul-stirring power, like the sound of bells and drums ringing, and the buzzing sound made her wake up instantly.

At this time, Sang Wujing's spiritual energy stick was about to hit her in the face.

"!"

Jiang Heyao was startled, and reflexively dodged back. The strong wind drawn by the spiritual energy rod struck her face, stinging her face with pain.

This Sang Wujing actually brought her into the environment without knowing it. It was really scary.

The attack failed, and Sang Wujing wanted to continue pursuing. Unexpectedly, Jiang Heyao reacted quickly and planned to fight him for his life. Sang Wujing had no choice but to retreat and distance himself from Jiang Heyao.

What Jiang Heyao did was really inexplicable and strange in Sang Wujing's eyes. This Jiang Heyao didn't seem to want to die together. He felt that this little girl wanted to trade her life for injury. It was difficult for Sang Wujing to understand.

He lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Chao below. He had ignored this person since the battle began, because he was too weak and therefore did not pose a threat to him at all.

But this time, without him, he would have succeeded.

Sang Wujing's expression was unkind, and Jiang Heyao could naturally see it.

"Old thief! Where are you looking! Your opponent is me!"

Jiang Heyao rushed towards Sang Wujing again. It would have been better if his father had stayed down silently. Now that he had attracted Sang Wujing's attention, it was hard to say what Sang Wujing would do to him.

She must hold on to this old guy to prevent him from hurting her father.
Chapter completed!