Sensing that something was wrong, Jing Qingmeng's lazy donkey rolled and rolled into the lake.

A stream of scorching fire flew down from the sky, the vegetation burned to ashes, and a large area of scorched earth was formed, and the flaming horse had long since turned into charcoal.

"Lin Yuan!"

Seeing Jing Qing rolling down into the lake, watching Lin Yuan, who was sitting on the grass, being engulfed in the flames, he died before he even had time to show a frightened expression.

One blow did not kill two people, a huge large bird, with a fiery red body and golden threads on its wings, chirped twice in dissatisfaction, and fell from the sky, and a trace of orange flame in the beak of the bird that had not yet been extinguished revealed a shocking power.

"Whew!"

An orange fireball the size of a human head gathered between the claws of the big bird, and the fierce fan of its wings struck the small lake violently.

The small lake could not withstand the turbulent force and set off huge waves.

The lake seemed unable to extinguish the fireball, allowing the scattered flames to burn on the surface of the lake with a boiling sound.

"This is an adult golden silk fire dove, a spirit beast at the peak of the fifth order, and its strength is at least equivalent to the late stage of foundation building, and I am not an opponent."

"What's going on, how could a spirit bait powder attract a spirit beast of this grade."

Soul trap powder is a kind of medicine that uses the essence blood of spirit beasts and some elixir powder, and the smell it emits can lure spirit beasts and facilitate monks to hunt and kill.

Because the spirit trapping powder used by Changsun Jing was not of high grade, it was unlikely that he would be able to lure such a powerful spirit beast as the Golden Silk Fire Dove.

Yuan Hong seemed to be a little afraid of the power of the Golden Silk Fire Dove, and when he was far away from the Fire Dove, he put away the flying spirit weapon and landed with Changsun Jing.

"With this kind of spirit beast in the foundation building period, it is impossible for that kid to survive."

"Let's leave quickly, if it is discovered and there is a conflict, I am not sure to save you."

A rich child like Changsun Jing, who did not suffer a major setback, was arrogant and arrogant, and naturally spared his life, and after being sure that Jingqing would definitely die, he didn't say anything, nodded quickly, and left this place of right and wrong.

"No, this flame is too hot and domineering, it can completely boil the water, I can't resist at all."

"I have to find a way, or I'm going to die."

Jing Qing, who was in the lake, felt that the water in the small lake had completely boiled, and the temperature had reached a point where he could not bear it.

However, with that big bird outside, it wouldn't give Jing Qing a chance to escape at all, the big bird was not a slow-moving wolf beast, and the speed of its flight was too much beyond itself.

"Are you going to die?"

"No, absolutely not, this is my second life, how can I lose it so easily!"

Firm in his beliefs, Jing Qing opened his eyes wide and observed the big bird flying, hoping to see something that would help him escape.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, at the moment when the big bird spread its wings and glided, Jing Qing suddenly found a huge scar on its abdomen.

The wound was still very new, and the Buddha was torn apart by someone else, with some huge weapon, and the blood leaked out of it, but after an instant, it was evaporated by the flames.

"The big bird was injured, and it was fatal."

"No wonder, with its strength, it actually delayed so much and didn't clean me up."

Jing Qing is like a person who is about to fall off the cliff and grasps the last straw, if he wants to live, he has to work hard, as for the rest, he can't care about it.

Drawing his sword, clenching it, taking advantage of the slightest gap in the convergence of the flames, Jing Qing rushed out of the lake, and a sword qi flew out.

The target, the wound of the big bird.

Jing Qing's sword is still a simple straight stab.

This move can be said to be his most powerful move now, like a meteor in the dark night, which makes people feel weird and unavoidable.

The big bird let out a loud cry, its wings flapped violently, and the golden thread on the feather suddenly ignited into flames, resisting the flying sword qi.

Two red feathers fell, burning into ashes in midair.

Jing Qing clearly saw that although the sword qi failed to hit the wound, it broke through the flames of the big bird and cut off the feathers.

In other words, you have a chance to defeat it, as long as you can hit the wound.

What he has mastered, after all, is the sword qi that can only be used by foundation building sword cultivation.

Maybe with his own strength, he can't trigger a few paths, but in terms of power, it will never be inferior to the attacks of ordinary foundation building monks, and if you can use the sword technique......

How can this broken bird be the enemy of the same one!

Jing Qing's eyes burst out with a terrifying look, looking at the big bird, raising the sword in his hand from afar, his body standing straight like a long sword, exuding the artistic conception of an unyielding sword.

Sword cultivation, crossing the level to kill the enemy, relying on the determination and courage to sacrifice one's life.

The big bird vibrated its wings, chirping in the sky, and the scorching orange flames burned in the beak of the bird, and then turned into a monstrous stream of fire, churning and rushing towards Jingqing.

Break it for me!

Jing Qing drank lightly in his mouth, and all the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, converging in the crystal short sword, and immediately converging into a one-zhang long sword qi, which crossed an arc in the void, forming a thin sword shadow, with a kind of aura that penetrated heaven and earth.

With a swing of his arm, the sword qi danced, and the surrounding space also resounded with a popping sound in an instant, aiming at the incoming fire stream, and facing it head-on without any fancies.

"Whew!"

The sound of the Buddha cloth tearing, the flow of flames and the flow of flames, let out an overwhelmed moan, accompanied by Jing Qing's light drink, was completely broken.

After the fire, it is also a pair of sharp claws of the big bird.

The sword qi was exhausted, and there was a hint of mockery in the eyes of the big bird, and he grabbed the crystal short sword with one claw.

The metallic claws of the giant claws, with their majestic power, made the short sword crunch and crunch, as if it was about to shatter in the next moment.

"Is it going to end? How can it. ”

Extremely unwilling, Jing Qing desperately squeezed the dantian, longing for a trace of sword qi that could be spawned again.

However, the dantian was already empty, and the attack just now was already the convergence of all Jingqing's spirits.

In desperation, the short sword suddenly let out a loud sword roar, and then, completely shattered.

A transparent sword qi suddenly rushed out of the shattered short sword, and in an instant, it tore the wound on the big bird's abdomen, splitting it in two, and with a bang, a spray of blood mist dyed Jing Qing's hair blood red.

The powerful sword qi completely shattered the big bird's internal organs in an instant.

Holding the remnants of the short sword, Jing Qing let out a sigh at the corpse of the big bird with a complicated face.

The sigh did not contain the slightest joy of surviving death, but only a kind of sadness.

After lamenting for a long time, Jing Qing dug a dirt pit by the lake with his hands, carefully put the remaining short sword fragments in, and buried them.

The last sword qi was not induced by Jing Qing, but has always been contained in the short sword, which belongs to the essence condensation of the sword itself, similar to spirituality.

That sword qi dissipated, and the sword weapon was equivalent to death.

Even if it is reforged, it is just a death sword, maybe it can be regarded as a sharp weapon, and it will definitely not be a divine weapon.

Because, the sword spirit is dead.