The pitch-black greatsword circled around the little man's body, and after a clanging sound, the broken blade fell to the ground.

"It's a good skill, but it's a pity that the sword can't work. ”

Feng Jucong said, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and the fingering changed again, and the giant sword suddenly spun at an extremely rapid speed, turning into a pitch-black disc, and slashing fiercely into the neck of the little man.

At this time, the little man had no blade in his hand, and at the last moment, he pulled out the scabbard behind his back with his backhand, predicted the trajectory of the black disc, and slammed forward.

The moment the sheath touched the tip of the giant sword, the scabbard suddenly became larger, swallowing the entire body of the giant sword at once.

Li Cheng watched from the sidelines, already in a cold sweat.

What a terrifying eyesight and judgment it takes for a little man's hand to succeed!

Is this really what people can do?

The moment the greatsword was inserted into the scabbard, Feng felt that his connection with the sword had been abruptly cut off.

"No!"

Feng Jucong never expected that the other party would actually "snatch" his sword in this way. He let out a loud cry, stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of his sword, and raised his foot to kick at the dwarf.

Li Cheng knew that the little man's reaction was extremely fast, and he expected him to dodge the kick no matter what, only to find that the little man was actually standing in place, allowing the wind to kick him in the chest, and the sound of bones shattering.

"My sword, my sword—"

"It's gone, it's gone!

Feng Jucong clutched the only remaining hilt of his sword and cried and laughed, his long hair falling down as if he were crazy.

The little man lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, his collapsed chest gasping violently.

Li Cheng looked at this strange picture, and for a while, he didn't know whether to get on or run.

When Feng Kucong had had enough of crying and laughing, he finally turned his head and glared at the dwarf viciously, and then the figure flashed, and he was already riding on the dwarf.

"I'm going to use your blood to reforge my sword!"

Feng Jucong clenched his hands tightly, and punched one punch after another, slamming into the little man's chest one after another.

Every time he landed a punch, the little man's body sank a little, and by the time Feng Jucong had finished a dozen punches, the little man's figure had completely disappeared to the ground.

At this time, Feng Kucong finally eased down.

Of course, he didn't intend to let the dwarf go, but frantically urged his spiritual power, half of his body lit up with a cold blue light, and the other half of his body lit up with a dim green light.

Blue and green, water and wood.

These are exactly the two attributes that Feng Jucong cultivates at the same time.

Feng Jucong's fingers were interlocked, clenched into a fist.

With this blow, he intends to completely wipe out the little man from this world!

"Die!"

Feng Kucong's hands were wrapped in two dazzling brilliance, and from top to bottom, he slammed into the little man's head.

"You, who will die?"

As a human voice sounded, a hand suddenly poked out of the ground, easily holding Feng Kucong's fist. Immediately afterwards, the palm of this hand clasped Feng Jucong's closed fist, and spun it, only to hear two crisp "clicks", and Feng Jucong's hands were broken from his wrists, revealing Bai Sensen's bone stubble.

Feng Jucong's face changed drastically, as if a gecko had broken its tail to survive, he cut off his hands by himself, and then fled far away.

"Didn't you just let me die? Why did you run away first?"

One slowly sat up from the pit, threw away the two severed hands like garbage, and looked at Feng Jucong and grinned.

Li Cheng found that although this person was eight points similar to the little man, his body was obviously different.

The little man is short in stature, just because he is a child, but this person is actually a teenager!

In the blink of an eye, people grow up?

Feng Jucong's feelings are particularly obvious, he has just had "close contact" with the other party, and he knows that the other party has changed, not just the figure!

Even though he still couldn't perceive the other party's cultivation realm now, he could clearly feel the dangerous aura emanating from that person's body. It seems to be a desolate beast, grinning at the weak prey, thinking about how to play with the prey, and then slowly eat it.

Feng Jucong concentrated his spiritual power on the broken wrists, and soon, pink flesh buds regrew at the location of the wound, and seeing that a new pair of palms was about to grow, there was a sudden "pop" sound, and almost at the same time as the floor tiles shattered, a figure had appeared behind him

What a speed!

Feng Kucong's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly turned around to give the other party an elbow blow, but found that his right arm was already in the other party's hand.

"Do you want to heal?"

Zhong Lidao said, his palm glowed with golden light, and his right arm seemed to be scorched by high temperature, and his flesh and blood sizzled, shrinking into a piece of charred black substance.

Zhong Lidao stretched out his fingers and flicked it, and the black substance turned into powder and fell down, leaving only a few white bones in his entire right arm.

Zhong Lidao took the longest bone, held it in his hand like a sword, pulled a few sword flowers, and then shook his head and said, "It's short and light, not too easy to use." ”

As soon as the words fell, Feng Jucong's body suddenly tilted, and another rain of blood burst out.

This time, it was his left leg that disappeared from Feng Jucong's body.

Zhong Lidao removed the excess flesh and blood on his left leg, held a bloody leg bone and waved it twice, and nodded: "Although it is still shorter, and it is also fluttering lightly, it is much better than the previous one." ”

"Didn't you say just now that my sword is not good, and now I have found a good sword, let's compare again. Zhong Lidao said, looked at Feng Jucong who fell to the ground, and pretended to be surprised, "Hmm, I haven't made a move, why did you lie down?"

Li Cheng shrank aside, not even daring to come out.

He felt that Zhong Lidao, who had become a teenager, could no longer be described as a "little man" in terms of size, but even his style of acting was very different from before, revealing an evil spirit in his gestures.

Could it be because the pitch-black giant sword is a fierce sword, and after Zhong Lidao devoured it with a scabbard, he himself was also negatively affected, so his personality became what it is now?

Can it still be recovered?

If it can't be recovered, Zhong Lidao at this time is probably even more terrifying than Feng Jucong a hundred years ago!

Although the spirit demon of Feng Jucong was resurrected with the help of Ling Tengyun's physical body, he was limited by Ling Tengyun's original cultivation and could not exert all his strength from a hundred years ago, but even so, his current combat strength was not comparable to that of an ordinary Yuanying peak cultivator.

However, Feng Jucong was in Zhong Lidao's hands, but he couldn't make a move.

Removing his arms and legs, Feng Jucong was like a baby, being played with wantonly by Zhong Lidao, and he had no power to fight back.