But the strange thing is that although he danced the sword and fell with his sword, he didn't feel like he had stabbed anything, just air.

After the last sword fell, the darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved gradually faded.

Ling Juncheng raised his eyes and swept around, what appeared in front of him was still the snow-capped jungle, and the fishy smell that had just hit his nose had completely disappeared, and everything was as calm as if nothing had happened.

He raised the sword in his hand and glanced at it.

There were many gaps in the blade, but there was no blood.

So, do the things that just appeared really exist, or are they illusions?

I was suspicious in my heart, and I was a little confused at this moment, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

As he was in his trance, an awe-inspiring killing intent suddenly appeared behind him, and he immediately stretched out his arms and bent his knees and leaned back.

Then he saw a strange-looking behemoth pass in front of his head, and if he hadn't reacted quickly and dodged in time, it would have become the monster's belly.

The monster was two meters long, covered with hard scales, and its four claws were covered with sharp toenails.

It turned around and attacked Ling Jun City again, opening its bloody mouth to reveal its sharp fangs.

Ling Juncheng danced with the long sword in his hand and swirled with it.

But because the armor on its body is indestructible, the tip of the sword is broken and it can't hurt it at all.

As he dodged its attack, he accidentally scratched his arm with its sharp claws, and for a moment blood flowed from the deep claw marks, staining the broken rotator cuff red.

Xu was attracted by the fishy sweetness, and the monster howled into the sky with a particularly excited look, its claws stomped on the ground a few times, and in an instant, the whole forest shook the mountains.

The snow on the trees fell in patches.

Ling Juncheng turned his wrist and stabbed his long sword into the snow before he could barely stabilize his body, and there were many snow blocks that had fallen from the trees on his head and shoulders.

His eyebrows were cold, and there was not the slightest panic on his face.

Blood flowed down his arms to the back of his hands, and then trickled down his fingertips into the snow, and the blinding white gradually became crimson.

And he didn't even frown as if he didn't feel pain at all.

The monster pounced on him with its teeth and claws, as if it was hungry and couldn't wait to swallow him into its belly, and the attack was extremely fierce.

He pulled out his long sword violently, spread his arms and retreated several meters away, stopping a few meters away, turning his wrist, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the monster, accumulating all his strength and stabbing at it with lightning speed.

A wail that pierced the sky was deafening.

The long sword in the man's hand pierced deep into the monster's right eye, leaving only the hilt outside.

Unable to bear the great pain, the behemoth fell to the ground with a bang, and the whole forest shook violently.

Ling Juncheng walked towards the fallen monster with a few steps, the monster struggled a few times, although it was still breathing, it still showed its fangs at him viciously and wanted to eat him.

The man's broad palm covered the hilt of the sword, and he pulled the sword out of its eye with a slam of time, and then leaped into its heavenly spirit cover.

All the movements are like walking together and flowing water in one go.

Just as he stabbed the long sword deep into the monster's heavenly spirit cover, the behemoth that had fallen to the ground suddenly turned into wisps of light smoke and dispersed.

As the light smoke slowly rose into the air, a bead with a seven-colored halo appeared in front of him.