Su Jing was sitting there, he was about to fall down at any moment... He looked more like he was about to fall apart. He looked more like he was about to break into pieces and collapse! Not long ago, the young man in red robe who was as majestic as jade and burned bones, now seemed to be sitting down.
Thousands of years of vicissitudes of stone carvings on Gufeng!
The man was gray, withered, and mottled. Even the big red robe on his body was no longer beautiful and dull. The internal injuries were too severe and the body was weak. There was no frown on Su Jing's face, but inexplicably, he looked better than You Langzheng.
He is older. But his right hand is raised flat, with a sword in it, and it is held very steadily.
The edge of the sword is facing the giant black ink spirit. The sword is extremely long. When you hold the flat end in your hand, it looks strange. The sword and man are incompatible. However, the sword is extremely bright and penetrating, and its brilliance cannot compete with that of heaven and earth.
It will not be obscured by any light, the sword is not dazzling but its beauty is unstoppable, the dragon pattern is one foot long, the king in the sword, Su Jing's final ferocity!
As soon as his eyes touched the long sword in Su Jing's hand, Mo Juling's laughter was cut off immediately. He did not recognize the sword, but with his eyesight, he could fully understand what would happen to him once the sharp blade was activated.
Mo Juling lowered his eyes, unwilling to look at the sword, as if his eyes would hurt.
With his right hand as steady as a rock, Su Jing raised his sword and said, "What? Take your pick. I'm very tired." His voice was tired, and there was neither hatred in his bones nor pride in his comeback. In other words, there was no tone at all. He was indifferent and indifferent.
Like a living voice, when he decided to use this sword, he already thought he was dead.
After a moment of silence, Giant Mo slowly spoke: "I have died once, and I don't want to die again. I choose..." At this point, Giant Mo appeared next to Su Jing.
No one could see him ducking or casting a spell to evade, Mo Giant Spirit was still pointed steadily by the sword, and the one beside Su Jing... was extra.
Two ink giants.
Suddenly, Su Jing was seriously injured, so he was slow to respond. He felt severe pain on his right wrist, and he couldn't help but loosen his fingers. The sword was snatched away by the enemy!
As soon as the sword was surrendered, the ink giant standing in front of Su Jing disappeared. Only the ink giant with multiple swords was left.
There is only one Ink Djinn.
It's similar to Qi Donglai's 'Heavenly Demon Body Appearance' spell, but it's much faster. The bearded man is like a rat running on the ground, and the black giant spirit is like the lightning flashing across the sky!
"Seize the sword." Mo Juling finished what he had not finished, and then he laughed happily and looked at the excellent sword he had just acquired: "Okay!"
Good is praise, but ah is a scream. A sudden, heart-wrenching scream.
Monks in the underworld have been collecting swords in sword tombs for generations. The swords have spirits. If they recognize the owner, they will pull out and follow him. If they don't recognize the monk's ability, they can't even think of using it... The cultivators have spent countless years verifying it.
How could the truth be loosened by the giant Mo Ling? What’s more, this sword is the lord of the realm, the king of ten thousand swords! The giant Mo Ling held it in his hand and just said a word, the sharp backlash on the sword came!
Even though he was as strong as an ink giant, he still couldn't withstand the sharp bite of the good sword. He screamed in agony and the tiger's mouth was shattered and his thumb was turned outward. Another hand was made of blood.
When I raise the sword, what will happen to the giant Mo Ling? Su Jing has already thought of several consequences. The enemy grabbing the sword is one of them. He was prepared in his heart, so there was no surprise. The pain in his right hand has not gone away, and he cannot use his left hand.
Raising a move, the long sword flew into the palm of my hand in a flash of mysterious light...
The Mo giant spirit was horrified. If Su Jing activated this sword, he would die like a scumbag! At this moment, he was standing next to Su Jing, only a few feet away from him. He could not use any magical power to break the red-robed boy's body with a single punch.
The chest comes faster and more directly.
He raised his hand and punched with huge force, and Mo Giant used all his strength to blow even a huge mountain of pure diamond rock into smoke.
The punch was heavy and fast. Even when Su Jing was in his prime, he could avoid it, but now there was no room for dodge! He couldn't dodge, and he didn't even think about it. Su Jing swung his sword with all his strength, just to activate the sword of Jun Lin that would kill them both.
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Unfortunately, his movements were much slower than the ink giant spirit. He had just raised his sword hand three inches before the black fist hit his chest.
Boom! The fist fell. The sound of the fists clashing was dull and endless, and the vast sea of clouds suddenly sank seven feet. But Su Jing was still there, sitting on the same spot, not being knocked away or broken. His chest was safe and sound.
The eyes are still open, the life in them is still there, not dead.
Received a punch from the ink giant but remained unharmed?
Because the punch missed, Su Jing's chest, or to be precise, the chest of the red robe, reached out with a hand. With fair skin and slender fingers, his hand lightly received Mo Giant Ling's punch.
Place your palms against your fists, clasp your five fingers, wrap your fists and never let go.
The black fist and the white hand complement each other beautifully.
How did Mo Jiling know that there was always a monk with tender skin and fair flesh in Su Jing's robe. The monk couldn't live without the ghost robe, but he only stretched out one hand without any hindrance.
The evil force was sent out, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea. The power of that hand was no less than that of a fist. Mo Giant was filled with horror. What made him even more panicked was that Su Jing, who was injured with only one breath left, was still swinging his sword! The previous three days
A tough boy who had been beaten three times, a stubborn fool who still fought to the death even though he knew he was no match. Mo Juling had no doubt that Su Jing dared to fight to the death and was determined to die together.
His fist was held by a strange hand, and he couldn't pull it back in his haste... It was useless even if he could pull it back, and it was useless to escape to the horizon as soon as the sword was launched. Mo Juling reacted extremely quickly, and had just been thwarted by the Zhangyi Dragon Sword.
Wave with the other hand!
This hand was injured, but it was enough to smash the little demon's head.
There was still no way to avoid it. At this time, Su Jing's sword had only been raised seven inches, but it still said: too late!
Before the palm could reach, the wind from the palm rushed down first, Su Jing's bun instantly exploded, and the sword energy soared into the sky from the dancing long hair! He really saw a living ghost, Mo Juling watched with helpless eyes, this red
A sword flew out of the boy's head.
So what about the sword? The Mo Giant Spirit was surprised, but he had no fear at all. He was a god, coming from the sky! Even if a mere blow of the sword could cut his own palm, it still couldn't stop the little demon's head from being smashed to pieces...
He will not underestimate the magic of Middle-earth, but magic cannot happen to one person one after another. The little demon already has a top-notch sword in his hand, and Mo Jiling does not believe that the sword drilled out from under his scalp will be better.
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Ah... He screamed miserably, and the sword met his palm, and then it swayed slightly, and the sword energy burst out: it was not very bright, it was not as bright as the Zhaoxia Sword that was the master of Liuliang in the past; it didn't shoot very far,
The swords of other cultivators flew thousands of feet with a thought, but the little demon's "Scalp Sword" only managed to hold back two inches.
But it's enough. Two inches of sword light is enough to protect Su Jing's precious head, and then crush the palm of the black giant spirit!
The last time Tu Wan launched an attack was in the ruins of the Sky Temple, when he fought against the shadow monk to seize the body. Three hundred years passed in a flash, and the sword soul was constantly being refined by the Yang Fire and the Three This and Three Art. Although it had been sleeping, it had long since
It is stronger than when it first entered Su Jing's body. What's more important is that the sword soul was cut off seven months ago, and it has gathered the sharp golden energy of the Seven-Three Chains, and the sword's sharpness has reached a new level.
On the other hand, Mo Giant Spirit's soul has not yet fully recovered, and after more than half a year of confrontation with Tiancheng Fierce, his strength will inevitably be reduced. The powerful fist he gathered is tightly pulled by the shadow monk, and the sword-fighting hand has limited strength and has new injuries. The most important thing is that Mo Giant Spirit has not yet fully recovered.
There is also an amazing spell on the giant spirit: black clouds cover the sinking soldiers, and black ropes hang everyone else upside down. Among them are people like Qi Donglai and Gu Xiaojun who are skilled in cultivation, and there are also weird thugs like Three Corpses. The black clouds are black.
The vine spell is indeed magical, but is it for nothing? It takes up a lot of the Demon Spirit God's repair energy... and the drastic change can only happen at the snap of a finger, and he has no time to withdraw the spell to support himself.
Breaking it with one blow, Tu Wan screamed fiercely!
If they really want to compete in their heyday, who is stronger or weaker, Tu Wan or Zhang Yi? Su Jing doesn't know, but now, at least both swords are stronger than Mo Giant Ling's palm.
It's a pity that Tu Wan only turned into a sword when he noticed that the giant Mo spirit was about to appear. He was in such a hurry that the spirit of the sword was still agitated and he jumped out to meet the enemy. After severely injuring the enemy, he became even more agitated and could not retract.
In Su Jing's body, he could not take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, so he killed the beast with force.
One hand was clenched, and the other was missing. Su Jing's clenched left hand, which was about to die together, had already been raised two feet. The Mo giant roared ferociously, but there was no point in shouting louder... The shouting was useless, but
His mouth opened wide and there was another mystery: a person suddenly flew out of the giant spirit's mouth, wearing a ferocious iron mask on his head, holding an unknown giant corpse's evil fang as a sword, and hurriedly stabbed at Su Jing's door! (Unfinished)