My practice with the fairy

Chapter 53
With a snort, the pitch-black flying sword suddenly grabbed a gap, and slipped in from under the right wing of the white crane that was lit up by Jing Yue.

Jing Yue's body couldn't help but he was stabbed sideways by the sword.

The black flying sword tore through his clothes, and burrowed into his body like a violently twisting poisonous snake.

Brother Li who manipulated the flying sword was overjoyed.

In this battle, he had to admit that this son's combat power was terrifying.

Ordinary monks at the second level of true energy level, even if they fight with all their strength, it is difficult for him to make three moves under his flying sword, and in this short period of time, the opponent has blocked his 36 attacks.

The flying sword's killing method is vicious and treacherous, and it can be used from fifty steps away, or even a hundred steps away. It can be said to be invincible, but it will eventually consume true energy and mind power.

What he wants is a quick fight!

Feijian tore through Jing Yue's robe, and then the familiar awl pierced into the flesh and blood to decide the outcome.

But this time, the sword repairer surnamed Li only felt that the process was a little slower.

Yes, the speed of seeing the blood was a little slower.

Fei Jian easily tore through Jing Yue's clothes, but in the next moment, he met the hemp rope plate armor soaked in tung oil.

No matter how greasy and tough the hemp rope was, it couldn't stop a flying sword's attack, but it bought Jing Yue a moment of time.

At the moment when the hemp rope was drilled into pieces, Jing Yue felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the moment blood flew out, Jiao Yu, the black gun in his hand, arrived!
clang--

The pitch-black body of the gun collided with the pitch-black hilt of the flying sword, and the sound was like thunder.

At the same time, the body of the gun was trembling strangely.

Relying on the time gained by feeding the sword with his body, Jing Yue finally found the opportunity to activate the Bengzi Jue.

The flying sword was hit, bringing out a flying blood line, and smashed to the ground with a howl.

With a bang, a big hole was smashed into the ground, and mud and rocks flew.

Brother Li couldn't help being shocked, and his body shook for a while.

In the flying sword technique, if you want to control the sword with your thoughts, you must let the flying sword get in touch with the sea of ​​consciousness.

The flying sword controlled by his thoughts suddenly suffered such a great force, and the force of the Bengzi Jue even deformed the body of the sword. As a swordsman, his mind was naturally shaken.

BANG BANG!

Gritting his teeth, Jing Yue jumped up, and his feet smashed into the wall, making him look like he was standing sideways on the wall.

A gap was cut in his abdomen by the flying sword, and blood was rolling down onto the gun.

The spear drank the blood, and the gun hummed violently, so that the wall under Jing Yue's feet trembled.

At the same time, the surrounding rainwater gathered towards him one after another, as if the sky was filled with stars.

At this moment, Jing Yue was possessed by the soul of a saint girl and a young lady, and a terrifying force surged out of her body.

With a bang, like a spring thunder falling, the wall under Jing Yue's feet collapsed, and the spear in his hand was thrown out!
Killing Words!

Like a black thunderbolt, the pitch-black spear passed through the heavy rain, forming a rotating wind tunnel, pointing directly at Jianxiu's chest!
At this time, Senior Brother Li had already recovered from the mental shock, and the flying sword in the pit jumped up.

Now the flying sword is only two feet away from Jing Yue, but Jing Yue just threw his spear with all his strength, and the empty door opened wide.

With just a flick of a finger, the flying sword can penetrate the opponent's neck and take his life.

But Senior Brother Li didn't dare to gamble!

Because Jing Yue's black spear had roared towards him, he could only recall the flying sword to defend!

"Ah!"

Senior Brother Li let out a stern voice, squeezing his true energy and mind power.

With a buzzing sound, the flying sword passed through the rain curtain at top speed, leaving behind an afterimage.

It came first, before its owner.

Almost at the same time, the rainwater gathered around Jing Yue's body suddenly spread out, turning into a flowing water cloak.

Jing Yue also flew out!

With a bang, the black gun collided with the flying sword, as if thunder was deafening.

The surrounding rainwater was afraid of their existence, and moved away one after another, forming turbulent streams.

The spear was powerful and heavy, and it also had a strange tremor, its power far exceeded Senior Brother Li's expectation.

However, he is a cultivator of the small supernatural powers of the four realms, so he still blocked the shot.

But the next moment, there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

After the spear, Jing Yue's flying figure magnified rapidly in his pupils, like thunder.

The moment Jing Yue touched the spear with his right hand, the vibration of the human spear reached the extreme at the same time, followed by a violent stab!
Almost at the same time, the rainwater in the entire Rain Lane began to flow.

There was a bang, like a powder keg being ignited.

After all, the bent flying sword was overwhelmed, and was thrown out with a snap, and the middle-aged sword cultivator was also thrown away with the flying sword.

Jianxiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and all the true energy in his body was violently released, trying to resist this move.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain.

The huge gun marks formed by the rain pierced his protective essence and ripped open his robe. The heart mirror twisted and deformed in an instant, piercing into his flesh and blood.

In just a split second, his whole body was like a meteorite falling at high speed, breaking two pillars with a bang bang, and then hitting the ground heavily, ejected, and welded to a stone wall outside the alley with a bang.

The middle-aged Jianxiu's whole body was in tatters, only a pair of tattered underpants were left hanging on the rail, his chest collapsed, and he did not know how many ribs were broken.

Wow.
While vomiting blood, he struggled to get away from the wall, but the next moment, his whole body couldn't help shaking.

The pitch-black spear passed through the heavy rain, flew over, penetrated directly into his stomach, and nailed it to the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Jianxiu Li, surnamed Li, saw the god-killing figure, with tears and urine running down his face.

Under the rain curtain, Jing Yue was coughing and bleeding, and the collected rain was still swaying behind him.

"No, ahem. No, please!!!"

The sword cultivator's voice stopped abruptly, because a ruler-like long sword swept across his neck, followed by the cloak-like water flow behind Jing Yue.

A very thin line of blood appeared on Jianxiu's neck, and then exploded, splashing blood like a fountain.

Jianxiu struggled to cover his neck, but as soon as he put his hands on his neck, he tilted his head and died. His eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

In the rain, Jing Yue watched this scene, heaved a sigh of relief, and coughed more violently.

Zhao Buqian and the others who had just come here also saw this scene and were dumbfounded.

For a moment, they only felt that Jing Yue, who was standing there coughing, was a scourge.

Involuntarily, they thought of the classic quotation of the third young master - "My brother has the appearance of a great master.".

At this moment, a few people no longer thought it was a joke.

Even a true great master, how could he be so vigorous when he was young?
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