The whole body was pitch black, and the clothes on his body had all been burned into black charcoal, and it was these black charcoals that stuck to his body that covered him all black.

The breeze gently blew the pieces of these clothes apart, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

Jing Fa glanced at his body, then slowly walked to Yao Cai's side, took out a set of coarse linen clothes from under his chair, put it on carefully, and then hung a mask around his waist, the Zhu Bajie mask that had accompanied him for three years.

"Okay, since the few tricks you learned in Shaolin can't handle you, then you have to use your kung fu again, come on, Bukong Yang, let me teach you how to be a man!"

With a whoosh, Jing Fa pulled out the indestructible broken sword from his waist, his eyes were sharp and imposing.

Seeing Jing Fa's appearance, Bu Kongyang was indeed a little surprised, because the flame just now only burned Jing Fa's clothes, but his body was unharmed.

There is only one possibility in this situation, that is, Jingfa released his true qi on the surface of his body in time and resisted the burning of the flames.

This requires a strong control of the True Qi to be possible, and he doesn't think that Jing Fa has this level, because if he reached this level, he would have already been promoted to the ranks of impermanence, how could he still be just a little night ray.

Surprised and surprised, but Bu Kongyang still wouldn't put the scenery in his eyes.

The mystery of the Red Flame Palm lies in the subtleties, not in the large-scale attack, so the move just now seems to be magnificent, but it is actually the weakest move in the Red Flame Palm.

He still has a lot of tricks that he doesn't use, and he will use these moves on Jingfa one by one, because he wants Jingfa to have a good experience of what life is better than death.

In the moment when Bukong Yang was thinking, Jing made a move.

After a few dodges, Jingfa had already attacked in front of Bu Kongyang's body, and the sharp broken sword cut through the air, whirring the wind.

Generally speaking, masters are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people.

Therefore, Bukong Yang realized from the light sound of the broken sword cutting through the air that this sword was extraordinary and could not be touched hard.

So he couldn't use his pair of fleshy palms to resist the broken sword, but released a flame from the palm of his hand, forming the shape of a long sword, using the flame as a sword, as a weapon, and fighting with Jingfa in one place.

To Jing Fa's surprise, these flames condensed by true qi turned out to be extremely hard, making his indestructible broken sword continue to slash it for a while.

But after all, it was only for a while, and as time passed, the surprise turned to Bu Kongyang.

He found that after fighting the broken sword again and again, the flames slowly wore out, and it was only a matter of time before they broke completely.

Thinking of this, Bu Kongyang's eyes were cold, and he silently shot out a few sparks that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye on the tips of his left fingers, and launched towards the scene like wind and lightning.

These sparks were very fast, and Jing Fa's attention was all on dealing with the flaming sword in Bukong Yang's hand, so he didn't notice the approach of Mars at all.

In the blink of an eye, he only felt that his neck was tight, as if he had been bitten by some mosquito, and the pain flashed.

But at this moment, his right hand suddenly stopped in the air, and no matter how hard he tried, he did not move.

Bu Kongyang withdrew the flame sword with a sneer on his face, stretched out his finger and touched the surface of the broken sword, and said with a smile: "The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that I followed the wrong person." ”

At this time, Bu Kongyang's neck was only a few inches away from the broken sword, and with a little force, he could make his head fall to the ground.

But Jing Fa couldn't do anything, he used all his strength, but he couldn't control his right hand to take a step forward.

He obviously felt that this hand was still growing on his body, and any consciousness was still there, but he just couldn't control it.

When he was not a fool, he would never let go of this golden opportunity, so he immediately controlled his left hand to take the broken sword, but his left hand was just halfway raised, and it stopped there, just like his right hand, motionless.

At this time, he finally sensed that something was wrong and wanted to lift his legs and retreat, but unfortunately, his feet were also very uncontrollable.

He was like a statue, frozen in place, all but the eyes that gurgled and rolled, and all other muscles were out of control.

Seeing Jing Fa sweating profusely in a hurry, Bu Kongyang laughed.

I saw Bu Kongyang's eyes blink, and Jing Fa's right hand holding the broken sword suddenly flipped the blade and slashed towards his neck.

This frightened Jing Fa, he wanted to control his right hand, but it was useless.

He wanted to retract his neck, but it was useless.

He wanted to run backwards, but it was useless.

He tried to close his eyelids, but it was useless.

Am I going to watch myself cut off my head?

Just when Jing Fa was so frightened that he was about to lose half of his life, with a whoosh, the broken sword stopped, and the sharp blade just touched the skin on his neck, cutting out a trace of blood.

At this time, Jingfa was glad that his breathing was still under his control, and hurriedly gasped frantically.

Hearing Jing Fa's breathless panting, Bu Kongyang laughed even more happily, laughing so much that he couldn't even straighten his waist.

At this moment, Jing Fa swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and as the Adam's apple moved up and down, the blood cut by the broken sword fell on Bu Kongyang's body with the shaking of his skin.

The moment the blood dripped down, Jing Fa frowned, and the broken sword was immediately shot out of the air when it was sensed by the blood.

At this time, the broken sword was only one step away from Bu Kongyang.

At this time, Bu Kongyang was bending over and laughing desperately.

This is a great opportunity because the speed of the broken sword is fast and the blade is sharp.

Just when the onlookers exclaimed danger, the danger did not happen as everyone thought.

The broken sword attacked in front of Bukong Yang's body, and suddenly stopped.

For between them appeared a wall of fire, a wall of flames.

This is the defense spontaneously formed by the true qi in Bukong Yang's body, a defense that no one can break.

Bu Kongyang slowly straightened up, glanced at the broken sword that stopped in the air and still wanted to break through the wall of fire and advance, and then dusted off the blood of Jingfa stuck to his body.

"Do you think I didn't know you had such a flying sword move? I just deliberately showed a flaw and let you use this move, and then completely shattered your confidence, how about despair?"

Seeing that all his actions were in the hands of the other party, Jing Fa was furious, turned his face sideways, and shouted: "Even if you let the horse come, Lao Tzu is not afraid of death!"

"Hmph, you want to die, you're not qualified! I'll make your life worse than death!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Bukong Yang's brows tremble, Jing Fa raised a huge fist, and smashed it on his cheek, directly shattering the bones of his mouth, and his mouth was crooked to the side.

Then another punch struck, hitting the other cheek and knocking the mouth back into place.

At this time, all the bones of his mouth were broken, and his mouth was only connected to his face by flesh and skin, and he could no longer say a word.

"Well, you don't even have the qualifications to speak now, do you?"

As Bu Kongyang yelled desperately and never despaired, Jingfa's fists kept smashing at him, one punch more fierce than the other, and one punch more ruthless than the other.