Sang Wujing's judgment was correct. If Jiang Heyao really had the kind of brain that could see through everything, how could she be tricked by him again and again?

But even if he asked, Jiang Heyao would not tell Xiuchen. It was agreed from the beginning that Xiuchen would help her bring down the Sang family, and she would conceal Xiuchen's existence.

Although this matter was probably not hidden, and although many people may have known about Xiuchen now, most people still only knew that someone was helping her, but did not know who that person was.

Jiang Heyao raised her long knife and had no intention of answering. It was useless to talk more. She had to kill Sang Wujing today!

Sang Wujing smiled bitterly:

"Oh, I was really stupid. I just asked like this. How could I possibly ask?"

He solidified the long knife in his hand. It was obviously made entirely of spiritual energy, but it looked like jade, like a handicraft carved from white jade.

No spiritual energy escapes, which shows that his control of spiritual energy has reached its peak. Now Sang Wujing is full of danger.

"When I imprison you in the Endless Abyss, you won't be able to hide anything. Believe me, it won't be fun there."

Sang Wujing's eyes were full of coldness, and a terrifying murderous intention surrounded Jiang Heyao, causing her hand holding the long knife to hold it tighter involuntarily.

The current Sang Wujing is much scarier than the one just now.

"You want to catch me? Then try it!"

Jiang Heyao gave a sweet scolding, and before Sang Wujing could make a move, he attacked him with a knife, and struck directly at Sang Wujing's face! The long red knife exuded a red aura, and he looked at it.

She is even beautiful, but in Sang Wujing's eyes, this means that her spiritual energy is not well controlled.

If you consume your spiritual energy like this, you will be waiting for death on the battlefield.

He raised his hand and aimed a diagonal slash at Jiang Heyao's long sword. The swords of both sides collided with each other, making the sound of heavy objects hitting each other!

"Bang!"

The weapon was divided at the first touch. Jiang Heyao was knocked back and took several steps back before he could stabilize his body, but Sang Wujing was still standing there.

A large part of Jiang Heyao's sword was shattered by the shock, but Sang Wujing's sword remained intact.

Sang Wujing knew that there was no hope of killing Jiang Heyao, so he did not intend to pursue the victory. He wanted to use up Jiang Heyao's spiritual energy bit by bit. Cutting off her knife would be better than cutting off her body.

Much more useful.

"Go on, little girl."

Sang Wujing's gloomy smile was full of contempt.

At this time, Jiang Heyao's hands were shaking. The move she just made made her aware of the gap between the two sides. She was invincible, completely invincible. She didn't even realize how Sang Wujing used the sword. When she came back to her senses,

I have been shaken back.

Her sword has been broken. Although the sword made of spiritual energy can be repaired with only spiritual energy, her heart energy has also been cut off. If Sang Wujing wanted to kill herself just now, she would definitely die again.

once.

What to do? Do you want to escape?

There's no way to escape!

After spending a lot of spiritual energy, Jiang Heyao solidified the long knife again, took a step back with his right foot, turned sideways, put the long knife on his left arm, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at Sang Wujing.

This is a move she has learned before. It is a martial arts secret book that her father carefully selected for her in the Yitian Sect's Sutra Library. It is also the only move she can think of now that can work.

Whether you can still fight depends on whether one blow can be effective.

Sang Wujing watched Jiang Heyao put on this posture. He was very familiar with this posture. Isn't this a martial art created by him?

While he was stunned, Jiang Heyao's right foot seemed to have stepped on a firecracker, and he ejected himself with a "bang!" sound, as loud as thunder, and as fast as lightning. This technique is called: "Extreme Thunder"!

Her speed was faster than the sound, so before Sang Wujing heard the sound, the tip of Jiang Heyao's knife had already pierced his chest and pierced his heart.

Only then did Sang Wujing realize that this martial art was his own creation. Did he want to use the moves he created himself?

He raised his hand and slashed Jiang Heyao away with his sword. Sang Wujing covered his chest, where blood kept flowing.

Jiang Heyao was stabbed by Sang Wujing's counterattack, but before she hit the ground, her injury had turned into flames and she quickly recovered to be intact.

"Sang Wujing, it's me who wins!" Jiang Heyao shouted.

She really didn't expect that Sang Wujing would not dodge. Her move could only hit a fixed target. If Sang Wujing dodged, she would not be able to hit it.

Thanks to Sang Wujing for being so supportive, he was given this opportunity.

"You won? Why do you think so?"

Sang Wujing lowered his hand covering his chest. At this time, his chest had returned to normal.

"I almost forgot, I also have the power of the blue dragon. This thing is much more powerful than any healing medicine in the world."

He looks relaxed and proud now, but in fact, he is also experiencing heart palpitations because he saw Jiang Heyao using his moves, which caused him to be stunned for a moment, and he almost killed himself at this moment.

life!

Fortunately, Jiang Heyao did not chop his neck. If he had just stabbed his heart, the power of the blue dragon could easily heal him.

Seeing that Sang Wujing would not die, Jiang Heyao was really angry and wanted to curse, but who could she scold? This power of the blue dragon was left to Sang Wujing by the ancestor Medicine God. Did she want to scold her ancestor?

Jiang Heyao suddenly felt that he was helpless. Not only was Sang Wujing powerful, he was also immortal. How could she fight him?

Just when she felt helpless, a gentle, pleasant and magnetic voice came:

"A villain like you is not worthy of having the power of the blue dragon."

…

I don't know when a cloud appeared in the sky, flying very low. It looked about the size of two millstones. On the cloud, there was a person sitting.

This person should be a young man. Because he is wearing a mask, his face cannot be seen. The mask is not the whole face, but a corner is exposed, but this corner is too far away to see clearly. His hair is casual

It hangs down to the waist, with a wine bottle in one hand and one leg hanging down, swinging there, so comfortable.

Jiang Heyao and Sang Wujing looked up at the sky together. They didn't notice when this person appeared. Either this person is proficient in concealment, or his cultivation is unfathomable!

Seeing this person who suddenly appeared, Jiang Heyao already had a suspicion in his mind, and his expression immediately became happy. But Sang Wujing, he thought that this person was Jiang Heyao's helper, and immediately shouted to him:

"Who are you? How dare you utter such arrogant words here! What's the point of hiding up there? Come down!"

The young man was too lazy to pay attention to him and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. He had tasted too many fine wines in the world. This dream world wine tasted very ordinary. He smacked his lips and felt very dissatisfied.

The dream world is quite boring.

He looked at Sang Wujing and said:

"You don't deserve the power of the blue dragon."
Chapter completed!