Wu Jing held a long sword in his hand, and the cold sword light extended in mid-air like a popular tail. The next moment he had enough strength, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his big hand, and the blue veins in his arm burst out under the bright sword light, like a thin ink dragon wandering on his arm.
"Go to die for me," Wu Jing suddenly exhaled a cold shout, and the sword in his hand suddenly had a dazzling strong light, and a sharp sound slashed down.
The sword light rushed straight to Ai Siyu's head, and his thin body seemed extremely helpless when he slashed the sword light. It was vaguely visible that the body was trembling.
The strong light fell, and Cheng Ting in the distance was so excited that he kept exclaiming. He clasped his hands tightly and stretched. A stream of energy condensed and dispersed between his palms, as if the person in front of him had a grudge against him to kill his father and was about to avenge this blood sea of revenge.
The face of the dragon on the other side was unnatural. At this moment, there was a hint of doubt on the already rebellious face. He looked at all this with his eyes dull. He lost his past laws because of his excitement and heartbeat. However, there was a hint of unwillingness in his heart. His biggest enemy would have been solved by such despicable means, and he felt a little more disappointed.
The cold sword light shone brightly on the huge stone chamber. Everyone held their breath and looked at the unfair battle, and had long forgotten to breathe.
But the moment of slashing down, a clanging sound came out, and a thin layer of green energy appeared on the surface of the young man's thin body. The seemingly weak energy layer shook the long sword several feet away.
Wu Jing, holding a long sword, staggered in and out more than ten feet with the sword. His white face trembled, full of shock and horror. He would never have dreamed that this young man could make such a terrifying defense when he was so weak.
"Haha, it's not that simple," Long Shao's upright body tensed as the sword fell. When a clang of metal sound came, he relaxed a lot and muttered to himself.
"Hmph, will you look back?" Cheng Ting's face in the distance changed a little when he saw this scene, but it was fleeting, leaving no trace left, and responded coldly.
"Hmph, look back, I see what you have to do," Wu Jing's expression improved slightly when he heard Cheng Ting's words, and felt a little relieved. He loosened his arms and sneered coldly. The next moment, he rushed out again with a sword in his hand.
This time the speed is extremely fast, and the sword already contains the strong power of cultivating the gods. As the chopping is slashing, the sound of cold lights and sharp sounds.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated again, and the heartbeat echoed in the huge stone room with a bang. The empty echo made everyone anxious again.
The same clanging sound came again, but the thin layer of energy defense turned into a ball of energy fragments scattered on the ground under the gaze of everyone, revealing the thin body in it. The white lips trembled slightly, and the cheeks jumped weakly for a few times, enduring the piercing of those energy fragments.
Ai Siyu had already become extremely weak, and at this time he devoted all his mind to refining blood-shamed spiritual consciousness. His whole body aged a lot in an instant, weakening for dozens of years.
The sword fell, and everyone looked different. Some people couldn't bear it when they looked at the thin body, and some people felt an unknown pleasure.
"Hmph, but that's it," Wu Jing's long sword pointed at the air again, and a cold snorted in his mouth, and a wave of pleasure flowed throughout his body.