The first roll raises the sword out of the sheath

Chapter 046 - Battle of the Eight Puppet Swords [Page 1/1]

"Zheng!"

The Qingfeng sword roared rapidly, only at the tip of the sword, a little sword qi was slightly permeable. //

The momentum is like thunder, like thunder, sharp and arrogant to the extreme, and it is almost to the extreme.

The sword light turned into a shadow that could not be seen by the naked eye, piercing the thick iron armor on the chest of a tiger-shaped puppet, hitting the vital point and crushing it.

To be rigid and sharp, although the cultivation is not enough to practice qi, the strong combat power of the sword cultivation is undoubtedly revealed.

With a "bang", the puppet, which seemed to be intact on the outside, suddenly stopped moving, collapsed to the ground, and turned into liquid and seeped into the ground, leaving only a silk bag.

Picking up the bag and putting it in the storage bag, not far away, the orange flames churned, causing a sea of fire.

The golden feather spread its wings and flew, and on its wide wings, purple thunder and lightning shone brightly, turning the wings into sharp blades, and the rocks touched, cutting a large hole like tofu.

With a loud cry, the orange-red fireball with the size of the bowl took shape under the golden feather's claws and slammed into a huge mantis-shaped puppet, and suddenly, the smooth metal surface of the puppet began to melt and deform.

The wings spread again, and the golden feather avoided the slash of the mantis puppet, and the sharp wings, flashing with purple lightning, cut it into two pieces along the melted part.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook, and not far away, a huge black shadow walked step by step.

"Jin Yu, come back."

Jing Qing clenched the Qingfeng Sword tightly, extremely vigilant.

Jin Yu held the cloth bag in his mouth, flew quickly, threw the cloth bag to Jing Qing, hovered above the grotto, and the flames and thunderbolts attached to the feathers were also suddenly booming, and the momentum was even greater.

"Knock knock!"

A large puppet with short legs, but twice as large as an ordinary puppet, and its body covered with a blood-like red substance, approached step by step with stiff and precise footwork. On the arm that hangs below the knee, there are two huge chains, one red and one black, which are very eye-catching.

On its forehead, a conspicuous figure of eight characters was written, and at that station, the heavy momentum of the mountains rushed to its face.

"Very strong."

Although he hadn't fought yet, Jing Qing felt an unprecedented danger in this No. 8 puppet.

This puppet is nothing short of extraordinary.

"Fight!"

A stiff and majestic voice echoed through the cavern.

No. 8 took a step forward, the heavy chains came out of his hand, and in the shocking whistling sound, the chains swam in mid-air like a spirit snake, flying towards Jingqing.

The figure flashed, and the chains grazed past him, striking the rocks behind him with a loud bang.

His feet shook, and the white bell rock collapsed and exploded like snowflakes.

"It's so strong, it's almost as strong as Fluttershy, and if you really get hit, I'm afraid your body will explode immediately, and if you don't die, you're seriously injured and dying."

The qi behind him spread, flying like a gravel hidden weapon, Jing Qing couldn't help but be vigilant, and his arm shook unnaturally.

Just now, he was just rubbed by the air flow carried by the chain, and the muscles in his hands immediately swollen.

If it weren't for this year, I had seriously practiced the Hercules Dragon Fist, and my body was several times tougher than before, I was afraid that it would be abandoned for the time being.

"Fight!"

There was another roar, the momentum of the eighth was even worse, the chain on the other hand also left his hand, and the blood-colored gas drilled out of the chain, swirling and flying, turning into a snake, faintly, Jing Qing seemed to hear the roar of the beast.

Jing Qing dodged again, took a continuous vertical step to the left, and swung out a sword, knocking the chain crooked.

When the blood snake touched the rock, the rock instantly melted and corroded, dissipating into green smoke.

With his arms stretched out and his legs side by side, he swung sharply, the chains fell, and the dull but majestic voice sounded again.

"Fight!"

The rocks on the left and right sides of Jingqing shattered at the same time, and like two chain vipers of different colors, they rushed out, countless fine runes shone on the chains, and the chains also seemed to have thoughts, flying in the air, continuously attacking.

Calm, subtle and accurate.

Jing Qing secretly admired.

The chains cooperate with each other, just like a grinding plate, shrinking inward a little bit, reducing Jingqing's dodge space, steady and steady, without the slightest impatience, and in terms of technique, it is extremely ingenious.

The only way to do this is a puppet as an inanimate structure.

The chains stretched endlessly, the black light was heavy, the blood snake hissed, and as time passed, Jing Qing's dodge space had shrunk to the limit.

The body, at any moment, can be locked up, and then, churn him into a pulp.

"It's really amazing, it was originally a trick prepared for Yulin's crazy woman, but I didn't expect to give you a taste first."

"But it's not bad to be able to realize the power of this move in advance."

Jing Qing smiled, and in his left eye, blood spread.

Consciousness is connected to Jin Yu through his left eye, and Jin Yu, who has not moved without words, suddenly swoops down and grabs a flying chain, and on his still immature claws, Lei Mang crackles.

"Smack!"

Jin Yu was shocked by the power attached to the chain, and the chain continued to attack, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Jing Qing's long-accumulated strength also burst out at this moment, and the spiritual power turned into sword qi and poured into the Qingfeng sword, holding the sword weapon in his right hand, Jing Qing swung out with a punch with his left hand in the direction where the No. 8 puppet was.

On his finger, a black ring glowed, and the sword qi stored in it poured out, forcing a gap in the chains that formed the formation.

The body drilled out of the gap, the attack was like the wind, and hundreds of sword qi instantly surrounded the Qingfeng Sword, suddenly stabbing out. Ten thousand swords are one, a trace of domineering, but the feeling of being vast and natural like the sea arises spontaneously.

The chain was split out by a sword, and it returned to the puppet's hand in an arc, and the force of the shock made its body of 10,000 tons regress as well.

"Fight! War! ”

The No. 8 puppet stepped on the ground with both feet, danced in chains, tied two arms together, and two rays of light of different colors rose at the same time.

In the light, countless small and brilliant runes were flying.

Then, the arms and chains melted.

A black light was deep, a blood light was weird, entangled with each other, and after an instant, the molten iron converged, and a giant war knife with a length of more than ten zhang and painted with the pattern of a dragon and snake was connected to the No. 8 puppet.

With such a huge weapon, just looking at it, there is a huge sense of oppression.

"War, war, war."

Three battle words in a row, echoing in the cave, the transparent gem eyes of the No. 8 puppet, scorching with light.

The sword light turned, and he slashed towards Jingqing without any fancy skills, and the knife soared, white and boundless, seven or eight inches.

The swords intersected, and the light and shadow of the sword suddenly dissipated.

"Bang knock!"

With a deafening roar, Jing Qing's body retreated dozens of steps in a row, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the blade of the Qingfeng Sword in his hand had also been broken.

Puppet No. 8 stands with a knife in hand.

Although dozens of cracks were pierced by the sword qi on his body, he did not hit the vital point, and at this moment, the blade pointed obliquely at Jing Qing.

Between Jing Qing's heart and lungs, the qi and blood were surging, stabilizing his body, the long sword in his hand, shaking softly, although it had been broken, but a sharp breath was revealed.

It was the spirituality contained in the sword, unwilling to roar.