"It's only ten minutes..."Wei Jing said in a voice that only he could hear, and his gaze at Ling Yao instantly became extremely sharp, and his whole body exuded a devouring aura. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wei Jing flicked the soul power long knife in his hand, and before the person arrived, a white sword light had already rushed towards Ling Yao, and where the sword light passed, the space was filled with ripples.

"It seems that it was my mistake not to stop you." Ling Yao had already put away his contemptuous attitude at this time, and his expression flashed to the side solemnly, and at the same time, with a wave of one hand, a purple flame wave shot towards the attacking sword light.

Boom!

The sword light and purple flame wave produced a violent explosion in the air, and smoke and dust flew up in the sky, covering the figures of the two of them.

Taking advantage of the cover of the smoke, Ling temporarily put aside his worries about Wei Jing, ran to Xiahou's side, and helped him slowly stand up: "Can you still move?" ”

"It's okay, it's just that I can't run for the time being." Xia Hou knocked on his skull with some weakness, and stood there with the help of Ling, with a sniper rifle. The strange Ziyan in the soul space had almost been cleared under his efforts, but the sequelae was that he now felt that his soul had fallen into a state of weakness, which made him unable to exert his strength at all: "That Ling Yao's attack is too weird, it can directly attack the soul space, you should also be careful." ”

"Well, I'm fine, it's just Wei Jinghe..."Ling wanted to look at the smoke-shrouded area again and again, and the star pupils were full of worry: "He gave me the feeling of being confessed to his last words." ”

Xia Hou touched his chest, heard the fierce fighting sound coming from the smoke, and muttered, "That stupid boy, you can do anything for Bai Xiao."

In the smoke.

Wei Jing didn't slow down because of the smoke, but looked left and right, and slashed towards Ling Yao's position in his memory.

Boom!

A crisp crash sounded, and Wei Jing's slash was blocked by something metallic. Wei Jing's eyes froze, and his soul power surged, increasing the power of the slash.

"This force.." In the direction Wei Jing slashed, Ling Yao's serious voice came through the smoke: "I have to admit that you are more qualified than your waste king to let me pull out my secret fire." ”

As he spoke, an aura that was not weaker than him erupted from the opposite side of Wei Jing, and an invisible wave of qi spread out in all directions, blowing away the smoke that surrounded the two.

Wei Jing didn't dare to be careless at all, looking at Ling Yao in front of him, who was gradually revealing his figure, and the purple knife that blocked his attack, Wei Jing's shoulders sank slightly, and the long knife in his hand swung away Ling Yao's purple knife.

"You're still the first person who can get me to do my best." Ling Yao took a few steps back, the school-level soul power was boiling, and soon Ling Yao's whole body was covered by purple flames, and a set of dark purple illusion costumes appeared, making Ling Yao's domineering spirit at this moment fully revealed: "But I'm curious, the source of your strength seems to be the pocket watch on top of your head, but why doesn't it look very good now." ”

Ling Yao was not frightened by Wei Jing's sudden strong strength, but after the first encounter, he discovered the abnormality in Wei Jing's body.

"You don't need to know." Wei Jing didn't need to look at it to feel the huge pressure coming from the top of his head, the distortion of the space around the pocket watch had begun to show signs of expansion, and the pocket watch with only half of the white mark was gradually unable to suppress the increasingly serious space distortion, and in the eyes of outsiders, the pocket watch surrounded by space distortion had an irregular sense of dislocation.

"Because you're going to die here today." Wei Jing stepped forward with his right foot and disappeared in an instant.

In the next second, Wei Jing had already appeared on Ling Yao's right side, and the long white knife slashed towards Ling Yao's heart.

"You're pretty confident." Ling Yao was not surprised at all, the purple sword in his hand stood up in front of him, blocking Wei Jing's slash, and at the same time kicking Wei Jing's waist with his right foot.

Wei Jing didn't resist, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and moved towards Ling Yao's back, the long knife turned half a circle along Ling Yao's sword, and continued to stab at Ling Yao's heart at an extremely tricky angle.

Ling Yao's cold hair stood up in an instant, it was too late to use the Taidao to block again, so he had to concentrate his soul power on his chest as soon as possible, and at the same time, his body was short, and with the right foot that kicked out as the origin, he turned forward, narrowly avoiding Wei Jing's stabbing blow, and the white long knife slashed through Ling Yao's shoulder, cutting a hole in his black trench coat, revealing the wheat-colored skin inside.

"You're very good at it." Ling Yao straightened up, touched the bare skin on his shoulder, and then grinned at Wei Jing, gradually turning into a volcano about to erupt, with endless tyranny condensing in his eyes: "But you also managed to provoke me." ”

The furious Purple Flame burst out from Ling Yao's body, turning into countless Purple Flame Fireballs and rushing towards Wei Jing, and at the same time, Ling Yao himself was also in the midst of this Purple Flame Rain, taking the initiative to attack Wei Jing.

"It's just good." Wei Jing's voice was full of arrogance, and he was not afraid of the amazing attack in front of him, but he raised the long knife in his hand, and when the white soul power surged, the soul power long knife surged to several meters long again: "This is enough skill for you to die here." ”

With a swing of the long knife, all the purple flame fireballs that flew halfway exploded, and the waves of fire instantly submerged Ling Yao.

"But that's it!" There was a deep cry from Ling Yao in the flames, and then he saw an even larger purple flame break through the aftermath of the explosion, Ling Yao rushed out of the explosion with a sword and rushed towards Wei Jing at great speed.

The cold light in Wei Jing's eyes flashed, and he also rushed towards Ling Yao, and the white purification power flowed on the soul power long knife.

Jingle bell.

In just a few seconds after getting close, the two had already fought several times, the two long knives kept colliding, the power of purification and the power of purple flame splashed everywhere, and no one retreated, using all their strength to suppress the other party.

A few minutes later, Ling Yao suddenly realized that at first he could still fight with Wei Jing on an equal footing, but as the battle continued, he was actually being suppressed by Wei Jing little by little, and slowly began to become very difficult to even counterattack, and could only continue to defend against Wei Jing's increasingly strong attacks.

The reason for this, Ling Yao was shocked to find that Wei Jing was able to suppress him entirely by relying on his increasingly superb combat skills.

Maybe the two of them are almost the same in strength, but in terms of fighting skills, Wei Jing threw Ling Yao eight streets, often after Ling Yao slashed a knife, Wei Jing can always resolve it in the simplest way, and can also take advantage of the situation to counterattack, the angle is all picked out of some places that Ling Yao feels awkward, so that Ling Yao has to spend more effort to defuse Wei Jing's attack.

Under the elimination of the other, the battle took on a one-sided situation, Ling Yao was completely suppressed by Wei Jing, there were several more wounds on his body, and the originally neat trench coat had become tattered, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Damn it! Why do you have such a great skill?" The Taidao in Ling Yao's hand was once again swept away by Wei Jing, and then he was kicked in the abdomen by Wei Jing, and the whole person suddenly lost his balance and flew backwards, letting out an unwilling roar.

The weak existence that was originally played with by him was now pressed and beaten by him, which made Ling Yao, who had always been extremely proud, unable to accept this reality at all, and the resentment in his heart rose to the extreme.

"Your clumsy skills are like a three-year-old in my eyes." Wei Jing had already approached Ling Yao the moment he flew out, looking at Ling Yao's gaze without any sympathy: "This is the price you pay for insulting my king. ”

Under Ling Yao's furious gaze, Wei Jing didn't wait for Ling Yao to land, then he raised the white long knife upside down and stabbed it fiercely towards Ling Yao's heart.

Ling Yao felt Wei Jing's infinite killing intent, his heart pounded, and he immediately roared, "It's you who are going to die!" ”

I saw that on Ling Yao's right shoulder, the spherical creature appeared again, and a thick purple light converged on its body, and then a purple flame wave also shot towards Wei Jing's heart, and its speed was actually faster than the speed at which Wei Jing dropped the knife.

The most important thing is that looking at Wei Jing's expression, it seems that he didn't notice this attack at all.