Jiang Muyang stood in the sky, holding a dragon-slaying sword.
His face was calm and his eyes were unwavering.
Even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a faint smile.
Hei Ming's methods are quite good, but they are only good. If it were someone else, there might not be a good way to deal with him, but it is a pity that his opponent is Jiang Muyang.
It’s the former True Yang Immortal Lord!
Jiang Muyang has understood the field. Although he is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core now and cannot use the field's ability, after all, he has mastered the field before and has seen countless strong people's fields.
Therefore, he is very familiar with Heiming's bloody fighting spirit.
Hei Ming thought he was hiding well, but in Jiang Muyang's eyes, he was like a lighthouse in the fog, invisible and very obvious!
Sudden.
Jiang Muyang's shoulders shook, and the dragon-slaying sword in his hand suddenly flipped over. The surrounding space rippled, and there were bursts of knife sounds.
"Buzz!"
Immediately afterwards.
"clang!"
The terrifying sound of impact spread, sparks suddenly exploded, and the zhenqi energy continued to sweep towards the surroundings.
Waves of air visible to the naked eye opened up.
A bloody scimitar and the dragon-slaying sword were pressed against each other, causing countless sparks to appear from the friction.
The bloody blade exuded a disgusting smell of blood.
However, it was suppressed.
The dragon-slaying sword is extremely domineering!
The sword's energy was hesitant, directly suppressing the bloody energy of the Blood Drinking Demon Sword.
"you……?"
Hei Ming frowned and stared at Jiang Muyang.
His eyes flashed with surprise, surprise, and even...horror!
His blood fighting spirit level is not low. Even when facing a strong person in the early and middle stages of Nascent Soul, he can make the opponent die inexplicably. Only a strong person in the late Nascent Soul stage of the same level can have some vague sense.
But Jiang Muyang is just an ant in the middle stage of Golden Elixir.
How could he accurately block his own knife twice in a row!
Could it be...
Can he also notice it?
This is impossible!
Countless thoughts flashed through Hei Ming's heart.
Jiang Muyang grinned, "A master of Taiyan Holy Land in the Holy Martial World, this is all he can do? Then you have to die here today."
"Shameless talk!"
Black Ming was furious.
The violent zhenqi burst out instantly.
"boom!"
The two separated again.
Hei Ming retreated, twisted his body, and soon disappeared again.
Jiang Muyang sneered.
He no longer has the patience to play this cat and mouse game with Hei Ming. This game should end.
After all, there are still three guys in the late Nascent Soul stage to take care of.
Can't waste too much time here.
Thinking of this, Jiang Muyang's figure flashed, leaving afterimages in the air.
Ghost Shadow Follows Steps, cast!
This movement technique is still useful even when Jiang Muyang has reached a very high level in the world of cultivation, not to mention that he is only in the golden elixir stage now.
As soon as the ghost fan started to move away, countless afterimages suddenly appeared in the sky.
True and false, false and true.
Anyway, Hei Ming was dumbfounded.
He couldn't tell the difference between the real body and the phantom.
I could only stare hard with my eyes wide open.
result.
"laugh!"
The dragon-slaying sword was slashed from an extremely tricky angle, and when Heiming couldn't dodge, it struck directly on his back.
In an instant, a hideous knife mark was left on his back.
Blood flew.
The anger leaked out.
Hei Ming suddenly jumped forward, horrified, but he remained very calm. While flying to dodge, he threw three walnut-sized black balls behind him.
Immediately afterwards.
“Bang bang bang!”
Three small black balls exploded in the air, immediately like splashing ink, and thick black mist covered a large area of the sky.
This black mist can not only block sight and perception, but can also block the movement of true energy.
Definitely a must-have for escape.
After this brief confrontation, Hei Ming quickly judged that he was no match for Jiang Muyang.
Although this is incredible, Hei Ming also doesn't want to believe it.
But that's the truth.
The bloody fighting spirit that Hei Ming was proud of had lost its effect, but Jiang Muyang's ghostly shadow followers could not tell the truth from the false.
If I keep fighting, I'm afraid I'll die.
Hei Ming could only throw the black ball to stop Jiang Muyang's progress, while dragging his seriously injured body, he quickly rushed towards the south.
At the same time, he took out a palm-sized jade token and poured in his true energy.
The jade plaque suddenly shimmered.
Soon, a curtain of light appeared above the jade plaque, and Liu Qingfeng appeared in it.
"What's the matter? Are you injured???"
Liu Qingfeng's face changed slightly.
Hei Ming is stronger than him, but he can actually get hurt?
Is there anyone on earth who can hurt him?
Hei Ming gritted his teeth and said: "I was injured by Jiang Muyang. You came immediately to support me. Only the two of you and I can defeat him."
Hearing this, Liu Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly.
It turned out to be Jiang Muyang.
According to the intelligence, he should only be in the Golden Core realm, how could he be so strong!
But the situation was urgent at this moment, and he could not tolerate any hesitation. He immediately nodded and said: "Okay, I will come right away."
Then the two ended the call.
Hei Ming looked back, but there was no sign of Jiang Muyang.
He felt a little relieved, but his speed did not slow down and he continued to run away.
He also took out the elixir and threw it into his mouth, which slightly stabilized the injury.
"Jiang, just wait, your death is coming soon!"
Hei Ming gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse.
"It's better to worry about yourself first."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice came from his ears.
"Whoosh!"
Hei Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head to look, his face suddenly changed, and he screamed: "Jiang Muyang!!! How did you catch up with me!"
"Haha, if I didn't want to lure Liu Qingfeng through you, you would have been dead long ago." Jiang Muyang said indifferently.
"You actually used me as bait!?"
Hei Ming gritted his teeth and said.
Jiang Muyang did not answer this question, but took action directly!
The effect of Hei Ming has been manifested, so he should die.
"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
"Black Mist Phantom Body, open!"
Hei Ming drank loudly.
The whole person turned into two with a "bang".
One left and one right, running away quickly.
This can also be regarded as a means of escape for Hei Ming. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it is enough to confuse the audience.
Jiang Muyang smiled disdainfully.
It's impossible to hide it from him with despicable means.
The next moment.
Jiang Muyang disappeared in a flash.
When he appeared again, he was already above Heiming's head.
Holding the knife with both hands, he slashed it down with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain.
The blade cut the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and there seemed to be waves of dragon roars.
The blade of the dragon-slaying sword bloomed with a dazzling golden light, and there was a faint shadow of a golden dragon hovering around the blade.
The power is not insignificant.
Hei Ming was so horrified that he had no time to think about how Jiang Muyang found out his true identity, so he could only raise the blood-drinking magic knife to block it in embarrassment.
"clang!"
Shocking explosion.
Hei Ming's body trembled violently, blood mist burst out from both arms, the tiger's mouth was even cracked, and blood gushed out.
This terrifying force almost shook Hei Ming to pieces.
However, before Hei Ming could recover, there was a "bang" sound.
The Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword actually... broke apart!