With a snort, the pitch-black flying sword suddenly grabbed a gap and drilled under the right wing of the white crane that was lit up by Jing Yue.

Jing Yue's body couldn't help but be stunned, and he was stabbed to the side by this sword.

The black flying sword tore through his shirt and burrowed into him like a violently writhing snake.

Senior Brother Li, who was manipulating the flying sword, was overjoyed.

This battle made him have to admit that this son's combat power was terrifying.

An ordinary Second Realm True Yuan Realm cultivator, even if he fought with all his might, it would be difficult for him to make three moves under his flying sword, and in this short period of time, the other party had blocked his thirty-six attacks.

The flying sword killing method is vicious and treacherous, and it can be performed from fifty steps or even a hundred steps away, which can be described as invincible, but after all, it will consume true yuan and mental power.

All he wants is a quick fix!

The flying sword broke through Jing Yue's robe, and the next thing was the familiar awl that drilled into the flesh and blood, deciding the outcome of the battle.

But this time, this sword cultivator surnamed Li only felt that the process was a little slower.

Yes, the speed of seeing blood is a little slower.

The flying sword easily broke through Jing Yue's clothes, but in the next moment, he encountered a hemp rope plate armor soaked in tung oil.

No matter how greasy and tough the hemp rope was, it couldn't stop the attack of a flying sword, but it bought Jing Yue a moment.

At the moment when the hemp rope was drilled into pieces, Jing Yue's abdomen stabbed and blood flew out, the black gun in his hand Jiao Yu arrived!

Bell –

The pitch-black body of the spear slammed into the hilt of the jet-black flying sword, and the sound was like thunder.

At the same time, there was a strange tremor on the barrel of the gun.

Relying on the time he had gained by feeding the sword with his body, Jing Yue finally found an opportunity to launch the Word Breaking Technique.

The flying sword was hit, bringing out a flying line of blood, which whizzed and smashed to the ground.

There was a bang, and a large hole was smashed into the ground, and mud and rocks were splashed.

Senior Brother Li couldn't help but feel shocked, and his body shook for a while.

The art of flying swords, if you want to read the sword, you must let the flying sword get in touch with the sea of knowledge.

The flying sword controlled by his telekinesis suddenly suffered such a force, and the strength of the Broken Character Technique even caused the sword body to be slightly deformed, and his mind as a swordsman was naturally shocked.

Bang bang twice!

Jing Yue gritted his teeth and jumped up, smashing his feet into the wall, and the whole person looked like he was standing sideways on the wall.

A gap had been cut in his abdomen by the flying sword, and blood was rolling down the gun.

The spear drank blood, and the body of the spear buzzed violently, so that the walls under Jing Yue's feet trembled.

At the same time, the rain around him gathered one after another, as if the stars were sprinkled in the sky.

At this moment, Jing Yue was like a saint girl and the eldest lady possessed by a spirit, and her whole body surged with terrifying power.

With a bang, as if a spring thunder fell, the wall under Jing Yue's feet collapsed, and the spear in his hand was thrown out!

Word Killer!

The pitch-black spear was like a black thunderbolt, passing through the heavy rain curtain, forming a rotating wind tunnel, pointing directly at Jian Xiu's chest!

At this time, Senior Brother Li had already recovered from his mental shock, and the flying sword in the pit jumped up.

Now the flying sword is only two feet away from Jing Yue, and Jing Yue just threw the spear hard, and the empty door was wide open.

With just a snap of time, the flying sword can pierce the opponent's neck and take their life.

But Senior Brother Li didn't dare to bet!

Because Jing Yue's black spear has been roaring, he can only recall the flying sword defense!

"Huh!"

Senior Brother Li let out a loud voice, squeezing his true yuan and mental power.

With a hum, the flying sword passed through the rain curtain at great speed, leaving an afterimage.

It came first, and it was in front of its master.

Almost at the same time, the rain that gathered around Jing Yue suddenly stretched out and turned into a flowing water cloak.

Jing Yue's whole person also flew out!

There was a bang, and the black gun collided with the flying sword, as if it was deafening thunder.

The rain all around them feared their presence and moved away, forming a turbulent stream.

This shot was powerful and heavy, with a strange tremor, and the power far exceeded Senior Brother Li's expectations.

However, in the end, he was a monk with small supernatural powers in the Four Realms, and he still blocked this shot alive.

But the next moment, there was an incredible look in his eyes.

Because of the spear, Jing Yue's flying figure quickly enlarged in his pupils, like thunder.

The moment Jing Yue's right hand touched the spear, the vibration of the human gun reached the extreme at the same time, and then it was a violent stab!

Almost at the same time, the rainwater from the entire rain alley flowed with it.

There was a thud as if a powder keg had been ignited.

The curved flying sword was overwhelmed after all, and it was stabbed out with a snap, and the middle-aged sword cultivator was stabbed along with the flying sword.

Jian Xiu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and all the true elements in his body leaked out violently, wanting to resist this move.

Unfortunately, all this was in vain.

The huge gunshot marks made by the rain pierced his protective true element, stabbed open his robe, and the heart shield twisted and deformed in an instant, piercing into his flesh and blood.

In just an instant, his whole person was like a meteorite falling at high speed, slamming into two pillars, and then slamming into the ground, a catapult, and a clattering welded on a stone wall outside the alley.

The middle-aged Jian Xiu's clothes and pants were all broken, leaving only a pair of tattered bottoms hanging on the gear, his chest collapsed, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

Wow......

He vomited blood as he struggled to get out of the wall, and the next moment, his whole body couldn't help but shake.

The pitch-black spear flew through the rain and pierced his stomach, nailing it to the wall.

Immediately after, Jian Xiu, surnamed Li, saw the god-like figure, and tears and urine flowed non-stop.

In the midst of the rain, Jing Yue coughed and bled out, and the gathered rain still swayed behind him.

"No, ahem...... Don't, beg for ...... Not!!! ”

Jian Xiu's voice stopped abruptly, because a long sword like a ruler swept past his neck, and along with the cloak-like water behind Jing Yue.

An extremely thin line of blood appeared at Jian Xiu's neck, and then swelled, and blood splattered like a spring.

Jian Xiu struggled to cover his neck, but as soon as his hand was placed on his neck, his head slanted, and he died, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness.

In the rain, Jing Yue looked at this scene, breathed a sigh of relief, and coughed more violently.

Zhao Buqian, who had just come here, also saw this scene and was stupid there.

For a moment, they only felt that Jing Yue, who was standing there coughing, was a flood beast.

Involuntarily, they remembered the classic quote of the third young master - "My brother has the posture of a great grandmaster." ”。

At this moment, several people no longer thought it was a joke.

Even a true Grand Master could be so vigorous when he was young?