Yao Ping suddenly raised his head, stared at Jiang Wen and Zou Rong with ferocious and malicious eyes, and let out a heart-rending roar.
In an instant, the anger accumulated in his heart exploded like a ignited powder keg. The strong anger impacted his soul, making him feel as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart. Even his breathing became rapid, and the pupils of his eyes were
The middle part became blood red, as if it was about to burst into flames, which was daunting.
"Those who kill will always be killed!"
Looking at Yao Ping who was already in a state of rage, Zou Rong flicked her wrist, shook off the blood beads on the sword, and said coldly: "When you decide to chase me, you should be prepared to die.
, the result now is all your own fault!"
The appearance of Jiang Wen immediately reversed the situation on the battlefield. Yao Ping, who had the upper hand, now became the bare commander. What Zou Rong had to consider was no longer how to escape, but to try his best to kill Yao Ping.
, to avenge the dead junior brothers and sisters.
"Bitch, go to hell!"
Yao Ping could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and suddenly shouted loudly, frantically gathering his innate energy, and stabbed out with all his strength.
"The Cold Frost Sword Technique, kill!"
The sword came out of the storm, and a thick sword energy more than three feet long, with a biting cold light, an absolute chill, and the raging anger in Yao Ping's heart, pierced towards Zou Rong like a meteor chasing the moon.
Such a fast sword, such a powerful sword!
Zou Rong felt that a sword light in front of him gradually enlarged, and it seemed that except for this sword, all other scenery in his world had disappeared.
At this critical moment, Yao Ping was stimulated by death, and his cultivation improved again, reaching the middle stage of the Xiantian realm. The cold sword energy roared out, seeming to completely freeze the space in front of him, and everything along the way
Wherever he passed, the surfaces of vegetation and rocks were covered with a thick layer of frost.
"The Thirteen Swords of Flowing Clouds bring disaster to the sky!"
The space around him was filled with cold air. Zou Rong was in it, with a calm expression, but without any hesitation in his hand, he struck out dozens of swords in an instant.
At this critical moment of life and death, Zou Rong did not dare to hide her secrets anymore. Under the pull of the Liuyun sword, the powerful Xiantian Qi turned into clouds and dragon-like sword Qi soaring into the sky, neatly splitting the cold current all over her body.
, gathered into a whirlpool of sword energy in the air, crushing towards Yao Ping.
Peng!
Two powerful swords met unexpectedly in the air, clashed with each other, collided, and then suddenly exploded, turning into small sword lights shooting out in all directions, plowing the originally flat ground into criss-crossing swords.
Traces and smoke are everywhere.
puff!
Zou Rong spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and finally fell to the ground. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Wen quickly stepped forward and hugged her.
"Jiang Wen, leave quickly!"
The powerful sword energy backfired, inflicting more injuries on Zou Rong. She almost tried her best to raise her hand with difficulty, handed the jade slip in her hand to Jiang Wen, and said in a weak voice: "I'm about to die.
Jiang Wen, please promise me that you must send this inheritance jade slip back to the master, and it must not fall into the hands of Tianfeng Valley!"
"Senior sister, you'd better rest for a while and leave the rest to me!"
Jiang Wen shook his head, reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Zou Rong's mouth, fed her a healing pill, then picked up the sword in his hand and walked towards the smoke-filled battlefield.
Even if Zou Rong had nothing to do with him, he would never leave Zou Rong to die alone while he ran away like a coward. Otherwise, there would always be holes in his heart and inner demons would breed!
In this case, the only option is to fight to the death and survive!
"Haha, I won after all!"
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Yao Ping's embarrassed figure appeared in front of Jiang Wen. He knelt down on one knee and supported his body with the long sword inserted in the ground, with a crazy and ferocious smile on his face.
Although the power of Zou Rong's last sword was less than half of what it was at its peak, it still caused Yao Ping to suffer a lot. Now all of his brocade clothes have turned into a beggar's costume. There are lines on his chest, arms and thighs that were torn open by the sword energy.
The wound, and the backlash of sword energy caused him to suffer serious internal injuries.
"It's too early for you to be happy!"
Jiang Wen's figure walked to a place ten meters away in front of Yao Ping and stopped.
The serious injuries on Zou Rong's body made Jiang Wen hold back a lot of anger and needed to vent it. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a sword flower from the fine steel long sword in the air, pointed at Yao Ping's eyebrows, and then in an instant
, vigorous momentum spurted out from the body, covering the entire battlefield.
"Boy, you still dare to stay. I kind of admire your courage!"
Feeling the murderous intent in Jiang Wen's body, Yao Ping stood up calmly, the smile on his face became more and more ferocious, "If you think you have understood the power of the sword, you are qualified to challenge the Xiantian realm master, then
That's a big mistake. If you had taken the opportunity to escape just now, I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Since you insist on staying here, today is the day you die!"
"If these are your last words, then you can die in peace."
Jiang Wen had a cold smile on his face and responded in a calm voice: "Although this place is not a feng shui treasure, it is perfect as your burial place."
"Things that don't know how to live or die!"
The pent-up anger in Yao Ping's heart erupted like a volcano. He gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, like an enraged lion. He roared: "I'm going to kill you piece by piece."
Tear it into pieces and use your flesh and blood to pay tribute to my three junior brothers!"
The moment he finished speaking, Yao Ping jumped up in front of Jiang Wen, wildly waving the long sword in his hand, and slashed dozens of swords at Jiang Wen.
The tragic death of his companion deeply stimulated his nerves. He didn't give Jiang Wen any chance to breathe. He struck Jiang Wen's head with one sword after another. And each sword used almost all his energy.
, the huge force almost tore the air apart, making bursts of 'wuwu' whistling sounds through the air.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Facing Yao Ping's crazy attack, Jiang Wen felt as if a blazing flame was burning fiercely in his chest, and a strong fighting spirit boiled in his body.
He forcibly brought up the true energy in his Dantian, poured it crazily into the fine steel sword in his hand, and swung out dozens of swords in an instant, each sword carrying a 'violent wind sword force', sweeping towards Yao Ping mightily.
And arrived.
Ding! Ding! Ding....
Every move and every move by both sides was aimed at the opponent's vital points, fighting to the death. The moment the swords met, a series of collisions sounded, and sparks flashed in the air.
The sharp sword energy rolled back and forth in the air, causing a layer of ripples visible to the naked eye to ripple in the air. Everywhere along the way, whether it was vegetation or rocks, they were all twisted into pieces by the chaotic energy.
"What is the origin of this kid? With his cultivation at the eighth level of the Mortal Realm, he can actually block my all-out attack without falling behind at all!"
The longer the fight lasted, the more shocked Yao Ping felt in his heart. Although he was seriously injured now, he was still able to exert his strength in the innate realm. Under normal circumstances, even a monk in the ninth level of the mortal realm would not be the same as him.
enemy.
But he never thought that although Jiang Wen lacked true energy, the swordsmanship performed by Jiang Wen had a strong wind-like momentum. Every time the long sword in his hand fell down, there would be an invisible force.
The strong wind blocked his sword movement, causing him to exert great strength in his sword skills. When he finally landed in front of Jiang Wen, he only had less than three points left.
"The Frost-Shocking Sword Technique of Extreme Cold, Frost-Holding Embracing the Moon!"
After his sword power was concentrated to a certain point, Yao Ping struck out with his sword again.
The powerful innate true energy flowed rapidly along the meridians of his arm, instantly infusing the sword body. Under the influence of the powerful spiritual power, it compressed and condensed into a three- to four-foot-long frost sword energy, like a meteor chasing the moon.
A dazzling trajectory is drawn in the sky...
Whoosh!
Relying on the powerful spiritual force field, Jiang Wen immediately sensed the trajectory of the opponent's sword energy, then moved his body, came to Yao Ping's side, and slashed out with a light sword.
This sword was tepid, without a trace of sword energy, but there was an invisible and immaterial momentum that was sharply compressed at the tip of the sword, and then exploded out like a sharp arrow, piercing the void in front of Yao Ping. The next moment
, Yao Ping's face suddenly changed. The long sword in his hand seemed to be rebelling. It buzzed and trembled non-stop. The frost sword energy that had just been released from the tip of the sword exploded uncontrollably.
"Ha, it worked!"
Jiang Wen didn't expect that it was just a sudden move, but it actually worked!
As a seventh-level superpower, Jiang Wen's understanding and application of spiritual power can be said to be extremely proficient. When Yao Ping was about to gather the 'Frost Shocking Sword Power' for a strong attack, he had already passed through the spiritual force field, and was keenly aware of it.
He noticed the trajectory of Yao Ping's mental power, so an idea flashed in his mind, and he boldly decided to use his mental power to influence Yao Ping's sword energy, cutting off the connection between the opponent's mental power and the frost sword energy!
"What's going on? Why did my sword power suddenly collapse?"
The sudden change immediately made Yao Ping, the second monk, confused. He thought there was something wrong with the sword technique he was practicing, and was stunned for a moment. But this momentary loss of concentration cost him painfully.
cost.
"Secret skill, spiritual puncture!"
Taking advantage of the moment when Yao Ping was slightly distracted, Jiang Wen immediately shouted loudly. The sound was like thunder, wrapped in powerful spiritual energy, sweeping towards Yao Ping like a devastating tsunami.
boom!
For a moment, Yao Ping felt as if there was an earth-shattering thunder in his mind, and the terrifying energy hit his soul one after another, almost blowing his entire body into pieces, making him completely forget about it.
Thinking, my mind is completely blank.
"The Xuanxin is righteous and the law prevents external demons from invading!"
As expected of a master in the Xiantian realm, Yao Ping had already woken up after just one second passed. With extremely sharp reactions, he instantly understood that he had fallen into Jiang Wen's trap, so he suddenly let out a loud shout and relied on his own
The strong will drove Jiang Wen's spiritual power away from his mind.
However, all his resistance was in vain. When Jiang Wen displayed his mysterious skills, death was already waving at him.
"Wind Slash, kill!"
While displaying the mysterious skill, Jiang Wen also used the 'Wind Slash' again without hesitation.
In an instant, the violent zhenqi was compressed into a line of invisible and colorless transparent sword energy that was more than a foot long under the action of the violent wind and sword force, and burst out. When Yao Ping came to his senses and opened his eyes again,
The sharp sword energy pierced his forehead like a poisonous snake, so fast that he could hardly breathe.
"you...."
In an instant, the sharp sword energy quickly magnified in front of his eyes, making Yao Ping feel a strong fear that he had never experienced before. This was clearly the breath of death. In the past, what he liked to watch most was the painful struggle of his opponent before death.
, but at this moment, it was really his turn, and that fear, like a nightmare, quickly eroded his entire soul.
He only had time to move his body, and in the next second, his head was like a squeezed watermelon. The red and white flesh and brain were mixed together and exploded with a pop.
call!
Seeing Yao Ping's body fell to the ground, Jiang Wen breathed a long sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of exhaustion swept through his body, causing him to almost collapse to the ground. The last mental piercing he performed almost exhausted all the mental power in his body.
Spiritual piercing was originally a mysterious spiritual technique that required spiritual power to reach the second-level spiritual master or above, but in the situation just now, he had no choice at all. The consequence of using the mysterious spiritual technique beyond the level is that, in
For the next half month, he could no longer use any of his mental power.
However, being able to kill a master in the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm, no matter how high the price is, is worth it!