However, Jin Cheng still underestimated his opponent, and when Jing Changbo attacked, the distance between them was quickly shortened, and by the time he reacted and blocked with a flying sword, the distance between the two sides was already less than fifty meters.

At this time, Jin Cheng felt that there was an obvious sense of sluggishness in his body, his speed and strength had dropped by more than half, and even the spiritual energy in his body had slowed down a lot.

Fortunately, the flying sword effectively blocked the speed of the opponent's advance, and Jin Chengshun withdrew fifty meters away, and the pressure on his body was relaxed, only to find that his back was already soaked with sweat.

Jing Changbo saw the legendary flying sword, his eyes showed excitement, he did something that Fan Zehu had done, first dodged and avoided, and then reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

Although the movements were the same, Old Man Jing's speed was much faster than Old Man Fan's, and when his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, the flying sword began to turn around, which was able to resolve the crisis of being taken away.

The flying sword flew up and down in the air, making irregular movements, which was dazzling, but it was always on the path that Old Man Jing had to pass, sending a fatal blow, hindering his forward speed, and then quickly withdrawing, making Old Man Jing feel very aggrieved.

After five times, Old Man Jing was furious, and when the flying sword stabbed at his throat again, he did not dodge, but shouted, he had to be angry, his eyes were red, and his momentum skyrocketed in an instant, and he swung his right fist to meet the flying sword.

Jin Cheng was taken aback by Old Man Jing's actions, and used his flesh and blood to fight against the indestructible flying sword, lying down, this can also be ......

"Qiang"

The flying sword emitted a metallic hum for a long time, as if it had the effect of colliding with a metal weapon of the same quality.

Jin Cheng was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall to the ground, and he said in his heart: It is worthy of being a body refiner who is infinitely close to the Jindan stage, and he can refine his part of his body as hard as a spiritual weapon.

Next, they collided twice, and it was still a dead end. However, these three collisions caused the aura infused by the flying sword to collapse a lot, and Jin Cheng could only recall the flying sword, re-inject the spiritual energy, and sacrifice another spiritual weapon tied to the dragon rope.

Jing Changbo, who was about to take the opportunity to close the distance between them, saw the dragon rope flying in the air like a long snake, his eyes showed a look of astonishment, his expression became solemn, and the steps under his feet stopped.

The ancient martial monks were known for their physical strength, and they were hard to hit him%dǐng%diǎn%小%, , .¤.≯os_(); Not afraid, even in the face of flying swords, he does not show weakness, but this rope-shaped weapon is obviously known for its flexibility, which happens to be the nemesis of the martial artists.

Jing Changbo took out a soft sword from his waist, shook it in the wind, stretched straight, and with a twist of his wrist, the soft sword slashed towards the dragon rope.

Seeing Jing Changbo act like this, Jin Cheng couldn't help but sneer in his heart, a soft sword of ordinary material also wants to break my spiritual weapon, old man, you still don't know about cultivators.

The soft sword slashed under the metal hard object at the head of the rope, and the dragon rope was completely unaffected by this sword, just like a spirit snake, it wrapped around the soft sword, and along the soft sword, it was wrapped around Jing Changbo's arm.

Jing Changbo's reaction was quick, and he threw the twisted soft sword behind him, while he rushed towards Jin Cheng at full speed.

Jin Cheng was taken aback, and found that he had miscalculated, this old fox might have already been calculated, and used a soft sword that was useless to attract an attack from the dragon rope, and now that the dragon rope fell behind the old man Jing, it was too late to mobilize it to help.

The dragon rope itself is not known for its speed, and in addition, when it falls into the range of old man Jing's domain skills, his speed has dropped by more than half, and he can only eat farts behind old man Jing.

Jin Cheng had no choice but to pop out a few fireballs first, delay the opponent's attack, and then sacrifice the flying sword that was not full of aura again, trying to give Old Man Jing a front and back attack, just like dealing with Old Man Fan.

Jing Changbo was still the same old routine, dodged the fireball, and smashed his fist at the flying sword. Such a reaction fell into Jin Cheng's expectations, which immediately reassured him a lot, the situation seemed to be developing in the direction he wanted, once the situation of the flanking attack was formed, he would completely grasp the initiative.

Just when the flying sword and fist were about to collide, Jing Changbo turned his fist into a palm and grabbed the sword body.

Blood dripped down Jing Changbo's palm, and although he controlled the flying sword, he also paid the price of the palm injury.

The old man's eyes were amazingly bright at this moment, like the bright stars in the night sky, and the old man's face showed an expression of ecstasy, he knew that the opportunity had come, and whether he could fight or not the opponent was in one move. The speed under his feet did not decrease, and he rushed towards Jin Cheng with all his strength.

And Jin Cheng felt a deep sense of frustration at this time, not in terms of combat effectiveness, but because he felt that his mind was not enough, and he was repeatedly fooled by the old fox.

From the old fox's triumphant demeanor and the monstrous killing intent emanating from his body, it can be inferred that the sanctimonious face he made before was false, and now he is the original form.

Fortunately, this thought was just a flash, Jin Cheng immediately adjusted his mentality, the battle continued, and he couldn't be distracted.

Jin Cheng casually popped out a few fireballs, slowed down Jing Changbo's progress, and then sacrificed a half-foot-long short sword, which was the magic weapon ink sword.

The ink sword quickly grew larger, and the body of the sword glowed with a dark cold light, until it became a giant sword ten meters long and more than one meter wide. This is the ultimate state of Jin Cheng's current use of this magic weapon, and his own aura consumption is extremely high.

Jing Changbo looked at the giant sword that transcended cognition and reached the giant sword like a giant missile, and felt fear in his heart for the first time.

But the arrow is on the string, and he has to send it, and when things come to this point, he has no possibility of backing down.

The giant sword crushed towards Jing Changbo with the power of destroying the world, and its speed was not fast, but it shrouded the opponent in the range of attack, making it impossible to dodge.

In front of the giant sword, Jing Changbo's figure looked extremely small, like a flat boat in the sea, as if it would be crushed at any time.

Jing Changbo was unwilling to fail, he shouted again, and the surface of his body was faintly blood-red, this is a secret method of the Jing family to temporarily improve his cultivation, and it has a great impact on his body afterwards, and at the moment of life and death, the old man can't take care of it much, and it is the most important thing to get through the difficulties in front of him.

In an instant, Jing Changbo's cultivation skyrocketed, surpassing the congenital late consummation, and he already had half of the strength of the Jindan Realm.

I saw him swing his left fist, which was not injured, and met the giant sword.

"Qiang"

A shockwave spread out around the tip of the sword and the fist, and there was not a single intact stone within a radius of twenty meters.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Jing Changbo's mouth, and his left arm hung down weakly.

After this violent collision, the giant sword was beaten back to its original form and flew back into Jin Cheng's hand, Jin Cheng's true qi was too consumed, and he was no longer able to urge this magic weapon, so he could only take it back.

And the situation of the opponent Jing Changbo can only be described as miserable, the left arm is completely wasted, the bones are shattered, and the meridians are broken, unless it is the immortal elixir to restore it. In addition, the old man's internal organs were shocked, and the injuries in his lungs were particularly serious, his breathing was not smooth, and his internal qi was not working well.