My practice with the fairy

Chapter 52

The white-clothed leader of the Dingyun Pavilion was lying there, his head burst into flowers, and his brains were smeared all over the floor, probably because of the practitioner's strong physique. Under such injuries, he still struggled twice before he died.

When he died, his eyes were wide open, full of astonishment and unwillingness.

It is estimated that when he died, he couldn't believe it at all. He, the second generation of Dingyun Pavilion, died like this. He died in the hands of a boy from the countryside, and died in this mud.

Silence, absolute silence, only the sound of rain falling on the rotten tiles.

It wasn't until this time that the third young master Shen Yun and the nurse took a deep breath, feeling that the rain had become even colder.

"Shu Zi'an dares!"

A violent roar sounded suddenly, shaking people's ears numb.

Senior Brother Li looked at the corpse of Junior Brother Wang not far away, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

The master arranged for him to come here because he wanted him to take good care of his junior brother, but he didn't expect his junior brother to die like this.

The reason why he arrived now was because the junior was worried that the people from Taichu Sect and Baiyang Cave would arrive early, so he asked him to keep a close eye on them.

He also thought that dealing with a small Shen family would be easy for his junior brother, not to mention having half of his subordinates in the base to help.

The reason why he came here was mainly because he was worried that his junior brother would be too ruthless and easily wiped out the whole family of Shen's family. It would be troublesome to wash the ground later, but who would have thought that they would be the ones who were wiped out.

The masters and Junior Brother Wang in the entire station died.

It can be said that once Junior Brother Wang died, his future was cut off.

No, thinking of Master's appearance, he even felt that he would be punished more severely.

So at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his anger was burning fiercely.

He had been arguing with this kid before, just to save Junior Brother Wang's life, he thought he had succeeded, but who would have thought that the other party would deceive him and suddenly kill him.

Jing Yue stood in the rain, the blood on the tip of the gun was drenched by the rain, and the color faded.

He has been hanging out in Huangliu City since he was a child, and he has met many people, and he knows that such people are extremely vengeful, and he will not leave them alive.

Once he was pulled, he temporarily let the man in white go, and then the other party made a comeback, and he and the entire Shen family would die.

So from the very beginning, the two sides can only have a life-and-death ending tonight.

This kind of thing is cruel, but Jing Yue has long been used to it.

He stood there with a spear in his hand, adjusting the slightly disordered zhenqi in his body.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he held the spear to the left.

With a bang, the body of the gun was hit by a black shadow running at high speed. Jing Yue only felt a strong attack, and he slid back with the gun.

After dragging a full distance of three feet on the ground, he stopped standing.

hum.
A black flying sword floated in the rain curtain, humming continuously, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Little magician!
Jing Yue heard from Ye Ning that monks can take secret medicine after entering the four realms, feel the world, and comprehend the first supernatural power.

And the magical power most favored by sword repairers is "Flying Sword".

He knew that this middle-aged man was an expert, but he didn't expect it to be so high.

After only a split second of fighting, Jing Yue felt the fear of the other party.

This flying sword flew over the eaves just now, without a sound, and when it approached him, it accelerated instantly. If he hadn't possessed a water spirit body and was very sensitive to rain, and noticed that the raindrops were broken, he might have been killed. wiped the neck.

Suddenly, the tip of Jing Yue's spear flicked again.

clang!clang!clang!
The flying sword whizzed past, and the raindrops shattered, forming white marks.

The flying sword and the black gun collided, and brilliant sparks bloomed.

Jing Yue only felt that the flying sword was fast and ruthless, the spear hummed continuously, and the hands holding the spear were already a little numb.

The speed of the flying sword became faster and faster, the previous white mark had not disappeared, and it was covered by a new white mark, and the sound of the sword continued.

At this moment, Jing Yue's gaze could no longer keep up with Fei Jian's speed, so he could only dodge and resist hastily by sensing the change of rain.

This feeling of being passively beaten is really uncomfortable, and Jing Yue only feels the shadow of death lingering around him.

With a sneer, the flying sword was swept away by the spear point, making a hole in the wall, spinning around in an instant, and disappeared into the dark rain.

Jing Yue watched all this with full vigilance, and shouted: "Go!"

Hearing Jing Yue's words, Shen Yun knew that this was indeed not a battle that rookies like them could get involved in, so he could only grit his teeth and led the people to the street around the corner.

Immediately, enduring the severe pain in his fingers, he said, "Find someone to go around and see if there is a chance to kill that bastard."

"it is good."

Zhao Buqian waved his hand and disappeared into the rain with a few people.

Zhao Buqian knew that with their strength, even a sneak attack would be a moth to the fire, and they might die suddenly.

But tonight's guards almost all understood that when things got to this point, if they couldn't win this battle, they would have to be buried with Shen's residence, so they gritted their teeth and quickened their pace!

With a buzzing sound, a cold light suddenly appeared, piercing the rain curtain and piercing Jing Yue's temple.

Because of the high speed, the surrounding rainwater twisted directly with the air, forming a white turbulent flow at the tail of the flying sword.

Jing Yue sensed the change in the rain, held the gun with one hand, and leaned back sharply.

With a buzzing sound, the flying sword almost flew past his cheek, causing his face to ache.

The next moment, Feijian moved up in the air, sank, and struck again!
Jing Yue was not given a chance to breathe at all.

With a bang, Jing Yue tried his best to block the blow with his gun, but because of his body leaning back, he was knocked to the ground in an instant.

The moment he landed, he slammed out a cloud clapping palm to disrupt the opponent's line of sight, then rolled and hid behind a wooden pillar.

He was gasping for breath, and his hands were numb.

Jing Yue knew that going on like this was not an option, and if the opponent continued to attack like this wantonly, he would be the only one who died.

He had to find an opportunity to get closer.

But from the beginning to the end, the middle-aged man was fifty steps away from him, and he didn't give him a chance at all.

It can only be said that the opponent with the flying sword supernatural power has always been invincible.

Ye Ning said that the gap between realms is not unbreakable, and she also proved it.

Under the siege of four little supernatural beings, she was able to kill and seriously injure one, and then escaped. She really didn't take this difference in realm seriously.

But Jing became clearer that he wasn't Ye Ning after all.

Ye Ning is in the third realm, and he is in the second realm. The saint girl is far above him in terms of cultivation and innate quality.

If Ye Ning is a level [-] hero fighting a level [-] hero and successfully completes the counter-kill, then he is equal to a level [-] fighting a level [-] hero.

Suddenly, Jing Yue rolled over.

There was only a bang, and the pillar was pierced by the flying sword in an instant, and sawdust flew like rain.

If Jing Yue had been half a beat slower, his body would have been pierced.

After rolling to the ground, Jing Yue stood up, and in an instant, he waved the spear in his hand into an afterimage. It was the "White Crane Spreading its Wings" in the spear technique he controlled, which was both offensive and defensive!
Dangdang Dangdang!
Sparks splash.

Feijian attacked one after another, but was isolated by the outstretched "wings".

Jing Yue took the opportunity to take a few steps forward.

The muscles all over his body were swollen sorely, and the true energy in his body was twisted into the most condensed state. Jing Yue moved forward while resisting Feijian's attack.

He knew that he only had one chance to get close.

Yes, Xiao Yan's chance in the wild!

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