"What about the tenth floor? hand over the treasure, otherwise there is only a dead end. Dong Wensong frowned, this is his true face at this time.

The speed of the flying sword is getting faster and faster, even Jiang Xing'er can't dodge it all, and his body is constantly injured.

The flow of blood is equivalent to the flow of life.

As soon as Jiang Xing'er saw that there was a gap, he immediately went into the forest.

"Do you want to leave like this?" Dong Wensong smiled cruelly, summoned back the flying sword, and chased after him.

Jiang Xing'er is only the No. 11 car, how can he escape Dong Wensong's flying car.

After a while, Jiang Xing'er caught a glimpse of Dong Wensong's figure out of the corner of her eye, and burst into tears, she didn't have any skills at all, how could she fight?

Dong Wensong didn't seem to be a very cultivated cultivator, he jumped off the flying sword directly, and only then did he let the flying sword attack.

Jiang Xing'er didn't run away, he couldn't escape anyway, so it was better to fight hard.

Facing the attack of the flying sword, Jiang Xing'er saw the opportunity, filled his hands with anger, and slapped hard.

"Smack"

"Damn, didn't the storyteller say that there is a move to take the white blade empty-handed?" Jiang Xing'er scolded in his heart.

Because Jiang Xing'er held his hands together, his feet tied to the horse's steps.

But sadly, the flying sword slashed at Jiang Xing'er's right shoulder.

Dong Wensong was shocked at first, he really thought that Jiang Xing'er could receive the flying sword, but he didn't expect the flying sword to still hit Jiang Xing'er.

"Are you a bean coar sent by the monkey?" Dong Wensong couldn't help but scolded loudly.

Jiang Xing'er endured the pain and pulled out the flying sword, her face turned red, it was originally a technique to pretend to be a good force, but now it looks like a funny performance.

Dong Wensong didn't want to waste any more time, so he made handprints with both hands.

The flying sword was guided by the handprint, and it actually trembled, and it broke free directly from Jiang Xing'er's hand.

The flying sword lit up slightly, but it seemed to be much more powerful than before.

Jiang Xing'er couldn't be careless, otherwise he would really die here.

Dong Wensong pointed with his right hand, and the flying sword automatically locked on to Jiang Xing'er.

"Whoosh"

The speed of the flying sword has increased, and the ability to kill is even more terrifying.

Jiang Xing'er jumped left and right, like a monkey, but the injuries he had suffered before were now slowly showing their effects, and his mind was slowly dizzy, probably because of excessive blood loss.

Dong Wensong saw that the monkey had slowed down, and he slowly showed a cruel smile.

The flying sword suddenly flashed and disappeared. It shouldn't be that it disappeared, but that Jiang Xing'er's vision couldn't keep up with the speed of the flying sword.

"Porphyria"

A sword blade instantly appeared on Jiang Xing'er's chest, and he looked at his chest in disbelief.

Jiang Xing'er lay down weakly, her eyes becoming more and more blank.

"You can die. Dong Wensong did not withdraw the flying sword and dealt Jiang Xing'er a fatal blow.

Because there was a flying sword to fill Jiang Xing'er's wounds, there was no heavy bleeding and he died.

Dong Wensong also had a reason to let Jiang Xing'er die, because he couldn't know the use of that gourd at all, and when he saw it, it was clearly an ordinary wooden gourd.

Dong Wensong walked over step by step, and when he saw Jiang Xing'er's dying appearance, his heart relaxed a lot.

At the moment when Dong Wensong reached out and grabbed Jiang Xing'er's throat, Jiang Xing'er suddenly jumped up and hit Dong Wensong's head with his small fist the size of a casserole.

The fists are to the flesh, and the fists and fists have the existence of qi, and all of a sudden Dong Wensong can't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and Venus is straight in his eyes, and the flesh and blood saliva and teeth are flying wildly.

Dong Wensong couldn't tell whether what he saw was flesh or teeth or Venus, and wanted to summon the flying sword back with a handprint, but his hands seemed to be pressed by something and he couldn't move at all.

After Jiang Xing'er knocked Dong Wensong down with one punch, he immediately rode on top of him, and his feet stepped on his hands desperately.

Dong Wensong didn't even think that he would die under such a scoundrel style, and he really couldn't see it.

Jiang Xing'er kept hammering until Dong Wensong's body turned cold. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

In this battle, Jiang Xing'er found that he was really nothing, fighting with those fierce beasts, he still had a chance to rest, and now, even if he stopped, let alone rest.

There were many factors that contributed to the outcome of the battle, but Dong Wensong made a major mistake, that is, after Jiang Xing'er had just finished absorbing the gourd water, he came over to attack.

Jiang Xing'er was also injured by the attack, and found that his wound was slowly healing, so he knew that the medicinal effect of the gourd water was still there, so he dared to use this life-threatening style of fighting, and Dong Wensong did not kill him with one blow, so he created so many opportunities to fight back.

Jiang Xing'er pulled the flying sword out of his heart, of course, he did it while drinking gourd water.

The flying sword has become an ownerless thing, so when it was drenched with Jiang Xing'er's blood, it immediately reacted. But it's not confession, it's rejection.

The flying sword shook with all its might, trying to break free of Jiang Xing'er's right hand.

Jiang Xing'er was furious when she saw it, and the old man still wanted to escape from the loot he got with his life, but there was no way.

Jiang Xing'er picked up the gourd with his left hand and smashed it towards the flying sword, only to hear the sound of "clanging" three times, and the flying sword actually recognized him as the master, but the light seemed to be a little dimmed.

Jiang Xing'er was slightly taken aback, he looked at the gourd and felt that it was really too godly.

If Jiang Xing'er knew that the three strokes just now had raised the level of the flying sword to a higher level, this would make its resistance less powerful, so that he would recognize him as the master. He must have felt that this gourd was not only a high-altitude smashing object, but also an evil treasure.

Jiang Xing'er immediately inserted the flying sword into the land next to him, and then went to get the storage bag on Dong Wensong's waist, which was also ownerless.

Although Jiang Xing'er didn't know what the rules of the cultivation realm were, he also liked to listen to the Xianxia novels that Mr. Storyteller said, so he also knew some such little knowledge.

Jiang Xing'er picked up the storage bag and immediately dripped a drop of blood into it.

The storage bag did not resist like the flying sword, and was immediately recognized.

Jiang Xing'er was in trouble holding the storage bag for a while, and he didn't know how to look at the contents of it. He carefully opened the mouth of the bag, closed one eye, and focused on the inside.

If a cultivator passes by now, he will definitely slap Jiang Xing'er to death.

Not surprisingly, all Jiang Xing'er saw was black, and she couldn't see anything at all.

Jiang Xing'er shook her head helplessly, thinking that it would be good if she could enter this storage bag.

The thought flashed, and Jiang Xing'er really saw the things inside, which made him very happy.

"Enter"

"Come out"

Jiang Xing'er's thoughts flashed quickly, every time he thought of entering, he could see the contents of the storage bag, and every time he came out, he couldn't see it.