Jing Ming didn't expect it to be him who shouted pain.

The boy's brain was sweating, and his expression was as uncomfortable as eating a live fly.

This is different from what the young man thought, the first sword after realizing the sword momentum was not as powerful as imagined, at least the good-looking old man had to fight everywhere, and said in a step back, even if he didn't fight everywhere, there should be a back and forth, the old man is a master, when it can't be so evil, more than 20 swords flew towards the old man, it was indeed like a demon, at the moment near the old man's door, it bloomed in the shape of a peacock.

The teenager was shocked to watch.

The first reaction was that this old man had a ghost.

The second reaction was to be clever enough to hold the sword in front of him and defend carefully, after doing all this, Jing Ming breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more relieved.

What happened was exactly the same as Jing Ming thought, the difference was that he thought about those flying swords more simply.

The flying sword that flew in front of the good-looking old man bloomed in the shape of a peacock opening the screen, turned around and closed together again, and flew towards Jing Ming completely.

Jing Ming didn't intend to sit still, he took a step forward with the momentum of moving forward in his body, the old man had a bit of the appearance of a fairy wind dao bone, his martial arts cultivation was immeasurable, and he could make the flying sword fall back without any movement, and the young man didn't dare to hold it up, and the sword was handed out with the intention of dividing the twenty or so flying swords into two waves and breaking them one by one.

I panicked in my heart.

There were more than two dozen swords flying in, each sword was at least as wide as three fingers, and under Jing Ming's sword, it was like an iron plate sparkling around, and the flying sword did not move.

In a panic, the young man hurriedly drew his sword and turned back to protect.

The flying sword flew by, and the young man couldn't care about his head and tail, so he could only protect the vital position with all his strength, and many sword marks were stabbed all over his body, and the blood was dripping with blood.

On the third floor of Sword Mountain, the good-looking old man looked at this scene and shook his head, as if he was disappointed in the young man.

Sword Mountain is a green mountain land, and if you want to enter here at the peak of your sect, you also need to get permission from the elders above the peak master, and the old man in front of you can appear in Sword Mountain out of thin air, and he can ignore the oppression of sword qi.

There's a good chance that both.

In fact, Jing Ming suspected that he might be a person, the one who came to Qingshan to find.

Qingshan closed the mountain, and all Qingshan disciples had to go down the mountain, and the sect master Dongfang Xiaobai had no trace from then on.

Nine times out of ten, this old man is the Eastern Sect Master who kicked his brain to the donkey and gave up the thousand-year-old foundation of Qingshan.

As soon as such a thought sprouts in the mind, something goes bad.

"鏗..."

The boy's head thumped, and fine sweat was covered on his forehead.

Turning his head slowly, it was indeed those flying swords that had landed and returned to calm flew again, and the number of them directly doubled compared to just now, reaching as many as forty, and each sword emitted a crisp sword sound.

When Jing Ming turned his head back to the right, his facial expression changed not because he was sad and frightened, but pious, and there was a hint of flattery and charm between the corners of his eyes, and he said with a mouth: "The Eastern Sect Leader's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and he is a great man who has been known in Qingshan for thousands of years, and his achievements are comparable to those of the founding patriarch. ”

The flying sword on the left suddenly flew out.

Jing Ming's body leaned back and avoided it, the young man was very realistic, and immediately changed his face and scolded: "Don't be embarrassed old thing, if you have the ability, you come out, I promise not to kill you." ”

The good-looking old man in the third-layer Sword Mountain was still so good-looking, motionless.

What responded to Jing Ming was a flying sword, a flying sword followed by a flying sword.

Jing Ming turned over violently and slashed a flying sword away: "Hehe, the old thing still dares to sneak attack," the words just fell before he felt pain, and a second after the flying sword behind the attacking young man swept, the flying sword in front of him also moved, and he didn't care about it, leaving a hole in his body.

Jing Ming held the sword and was about to pull it out, but something strange happened, the sword did suddenly disappear, and there was no trace.

I can't care about that much at this juncture.

The flying swords distributed around have an inexplicable charm, turning a radius of a hundred meters into an impermeable sword formation world, and the flying sword floating at the farthest distance on the left side swayed gently and flew towards Jing Ming, different from the previous lightning speed, the speed of this flying sword was relatively slow, and it also gave Jing Ming time to react.

Jing Ming set up the sword rack with a solemn expression.

His intuition told him that this sword would be very powerful, and if it couldn't be stopped, it would be crushed to death.

True Qi gathered both hands, when the sword was only an inch away from the front of the body, the sword suddenly slashed down, and instantly felt a sense of powerlessness, this sword was quite evil, the sword power was like a wave, the first wave reached the limit of Jing Ming's bearing, and the body staggered, thinking that it was going to end like this, the strength increased three times, so it was not over in the addition of two points, the body hit hard, directly half squatted on the ground, the sword was inserted into the ground and the body kept retreating, sliding nearly ten meters away before stopping, and when he stood up, the knee that landed on the left side had been ground to see the white bones。

Jing Ming was relatively fortunate in this result, at least he didn't die.

Jing Ming's expression was solemn, and he had already regarded the old man as a mortal enemy.

The sound of swords was heard.

The two flying swords in front and back were dispatched at the same time, traveling at the same speed, arriving at the same time, and there were whistling sounds on the way, and the power was estimated to be the same.

Jing Ming took a step to the left, thinking about this to dodge.

The trickery of the two swords in the front and back shifted slightly, firmly locking Jing Ming under the sword, and it was definitely wishful thinking to just dodge it, Jing Ming could only grit his teeth and resist.

When he flew in front of him, the young man gritted his teeth and broke the defense in an instant, these two swords were buried in the soil all the year round to decay, and the tips of the swords were broken and dusty and hung with rust, even this bird-like Jing Ming did not dare to doubt their sharpness, and he gritted his teeth to squeeze out the bone marrow.

Futile.

Paid so much...... Still in vain.

The two swords pierced into the young man's body at the same time, and at the same time they came out from behind him, and the two swords barely stood still.

The good-looking old man is still the same old man.

There are no expressions.

There is no look.

There wasn't even wind around me, and it was as if my hair hadn't shaken.

All this shows that he is a man in the painting.

At this moment, Jing Ming's ears exploded like thunder, and three rays of light flashed in front of him, and indeed three more swords were killed one after another, the speed was faster and more fierce than the two swords just now, and the young man just had a little defensive thoughts, and the sword had already pierced into the lower abdomen.

Just now, Jing Ming could still stand with the support of the sword, but after adding three swords through the body, he couldn't stand, so he could only pestle the sword and half-kneel, looking miserable.

Jing Ming's head leaned on the sword for half an hour, and there was a slight sound in his mouth, less air in and more air out, and suddenly his head was raised violently as if it was returning to the light, and the two pupils were almost spewing out, probably knowing that he was going to die in this sword mountain, and he had no scruples, and a flamboyant smile appeared on his face.

You're going to kill me?

Do you have the ability to kill me?

At this time, if you look closely at the old man's face, you will find that the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, but I don't know whether it is praise or sneering and mocking.

Some people put the words 'looking for death' on their heads, and such a reasonable and cheap request is something that everyone has to meet.

The corner of Jing Ming's right eye twitched.

It was the flying sword on the right side that swept up, adding a handle than just now, reaching four, Jing Ming was no longer able to become this virtue, it was impossible to resist, there was such an idea in his mind where to choose the body with four swords, and his body moved slightly to the left, wanting to use his right chest to block.

"Puff ......"

Jing Ming's face turned dark, and with the strength of the old man's eyesight, he could naturally calculate the general idea from the young man's small actions, and his sincerity was not as good as he wanted, and the four swords were inserted into his left chest together.

The corners of the old man's mouth curled.

Jing Ming's eyes were full of flamboyance when he looked at him, this was like a dying person, as if the victor was him, and he couldn't be proud.

The old man's patience was exhausted, and he originally wanted to stab all the four swords into the young man's heart, Jing Ming calculated his intentions, and set aside his body in advance, so that he could not completely avoid the old man's flying sword, so he used the few pitiful sword momentum in his body to surround the heart to form a defense, and when the four swords stabbed it, they were slightly bounced away by the sword momentum, which caused the current situation of the four swords guarding the heart.

"Poof..."

Jing Ming succeeded in angering the old man, and the four swords guarded the heart and felt a little bit, so he added a sword above the heart, creating a situation where the five swords guarded the heart.

Jing Ming had more than ten swords inserted in his body, and every time he breathed, he couldn't help but sting, and with the excessive bleeding, his expression was already in a trance, and his head hung down heavily.

Five more swords flew.

It may be that the old man felt that Jing Ming's death was not clean enough and not fast enough, and the five swords were inserted into his right chest.

The boy squatted with his sword in his hand, and a quarter of an hour passed without movement.

The three layers of clouds and mist of Sword Mountain drifted around.

The corners of the old man's mouth have been retracted, and the clouds and mist are gathering in all directions, and the trick of the cat and mouse has reached the point of playing the mouse to death, and it can be over.

At this moment, the body, which had not moved for a quarter of an hour, changed a little, and the palm of his right hand was raised, and the middle finger was raised.

Jing Ming's urine sex is saying, "How about I'm not dead yet?"

Old man, that's all you have to do?

No!

The clouds around the old man suddenly cleared, and the complicated smile on the corner of his mouth was completely clear at this moment, which was approval.

The next moment, ten flying swords were distributed around Jing Ming and surrounded him in a circle, four swords fell, erecting Jing Ming from the spot, floating and smashing into the air, and the remaining six swords were shuttling back and forth like busy bees around Jing Ming's body.

Jing Ming's face was pure white, his eyelids drooped, and if you looked closely, you would find a trace of stubborn luster under his eyes.

Lao Tzu just doesn't close his eyes, just use any tricks.

Even if there are three thousand swords, I don't close my eyes.