Su Jing was sitting, he would fall down at any time, and he looked like he was not just falling? It was more like he was about to fall apart and collapse! Not long ago, the young man in the red robe who was as majestic and wonderful as burning jade and burning bones seemed to be sitting on the vicissitudes of life of the lonely peak for thousands of years at this moment!

The gray, withered, and mottled people, even the big red robes on their bodies are no longer gorgeous, and they are dark. The internal injuries were too serious and the body was weak, and there was no trace of frown on Su Jing's face, but inexplicably, he looked older than You Langzheng. But his right hand was held flat, and he had a sword in his hand, and he held it firmly.

The blade of the sword is facing the ink giant spirit, the sword is very long, when the flat end is in the hand, it looks like it will make people feel weird, and the person and the sword are not coordinated;

His gaze touched the long sword in Su Jing's hand, and the laughter of the ink giant spirit was suddenly cut off, he didn't know this sword, but with his eyesight, he could fully understand what would happen to him once this sharp blade was launched.

The ink giant spirit lowered his gaze, unwilling to look at the sword, as if his eyes would hurt.

With his right hand as steady as a rock, Su Jing raised his sword and said, "What's the matter?" I'm tired. His voice was tired, there was neither hatred nor smugness in his tone, or no tone at all, it was so flat and indifferent that it did not resemble the voice of a living man, and when he decided to use the sword, he had already considered himself dead.

After a moment of silence, the ink giant spirit slowly spoke: "I died once, and I don't want to die again." I choose" Speaking of this, the ink giant spirit appeared beside Su Jing.

No dodge or spell casting. The ink giant spirit was still pointed at by the sword blade, and the one next to Su Jing was extra.

Two ink djinn.

Sudden upheaval, Su Jingben was seriously injured in his body, and it was inevitable that he would be a little slower, only to feel a sharp pain in his right wrist, and he couldn't help but let go of his fingers, and his long sword was taken away by the enemy!

As soon as the sword was confiscated, the ink giant spirit standing in front of Su Jing dissipated, leaving only the multi-sword ink giant spirit.

There is only one ink djinn.

Similar to Qi Donglai's 'Heavenly Demon Physiognomy' spell, but it is too much faster, and the bearded man is a mouse running on the ground. The Ink Djinn is a streamer of lightning that streaks across the sky!

"Grab the sword. The ink djinn finished what he had left unfinished. Then he laughed happily and looked at the top sword he had just acquired: "Okay!"

It's praise, but it's a scream, a sudden, heart-wrenching scream.

The monks of the sun have been collecting swords in the sword mound for generations. There is a spirit on the sword. If you don't recognize the master, you will pull out and go with him; if you don't recognize the great skill of the monk, you don't want to use it to cultivate the truth that the family has verified for countless years, how can it be loosened because of the ink giant spirit? Not to mention this sword domain honor, the king of ten thousand swords! The ink giant spirit just said a word when he held it in his hand. The sharp backlash on the sword is coming!

As strong as the ink giant spirit, it still couldn't block the bite of a good sword, and the tiger's mouth cracked and his thumb turned out in the scream. Another hand of blood.

When I raise my sword, what will happen to the ink giant spirit? Su Jing had already thought about several results, and the enemy's sword grabbing was one of them, and he was prepared in his heart with no accident, the great pain in his right hand did not disappear and he could not use it for the time being, and his left hand raised a move, and the long sword flew into his palm in the flickering light

The ink giant spirit was horrified, allowing Su Jing to launch this sword, he would have to die as slag! At this moment, he was beside Su Jing, no more than a foot away from him, and any magic spell would be faster and more direct if he didn't raise his hand and smash the chest of the red-robed kid with a punch.

With a fist of his hand, the huge force was sensational, and the ink giant spirit used all his strength, even a giant mountain of pure diamond rock would be blown into smoke.

The punch is heavy, the punch is fast, even if Su Jing was in his heyday, he can avoid it, and now there is no room to dodge!

It's a pity that his movements are much slower than the ink djinn, and the hand holding the sword has only been raised three inches before the black fist has already hit his chest.

Boom! The fist fell, and the sound of the fist and flesh clashing was dull and boundless, and the vast sea of clouds slammed down seven feet. But Su Jing was still there, sitting in place, not flying or broken, his chest was safe and sound, his eyes were still open, and the life in his eyes was still alive and not dead.

Received a punch from the ink djinn but was unharmed?

Because that punch missed, Su Jing's chest, to be precise, in the chest of the red robe, a hand reached out, with fair skin and slender five fingers, and his hand gently took the punch of the ink giant spirit.

The palm of the palm is against the fist, and the five fingers are buckled and wrapped around the fist and never let go.

The black fist and the white hand complement each other.

How did Mo Juling know that Su Jing's robe was resident with a monk with fine skin and tender flesh, and white and pure flesh. The monk couldn't do without the ghost robe, but he only stretched out one hand and did not hinder it.

The vicious power was sent out like a mud cow into the sea, the liliang in that hand was not inferior to the fist, and the ink giant spirit was full of horror, and what made him even more panicked was that Su Jing, who was so injured that he only had one breath left, was still swinging his sword! The tough boy who had three ups and three falls before, a stubborn fool who knew that he was not an opponent and still had to fight to the death. Mo Juling had no doubt about Su Jing's determination to fight to the death and only seek to burn the jade.

The fist was held by the strange hand, and it was useless to be able to withdraw it if he couldn't withdraw it in a hurry, and it was useless for the sword to escape to the sky as soon as it was launched, and the ink giant spirit was extremely fast, and the other hand that had just been countered by the dragon sword of Zhang Yi waved sharply!

This hand was wounded, but it was enough to smash the little goblin's head.

It was still an end that could not be hidden, and at this time, Su Jing's sword was only raised by seven inches, and it was still one: too late!

Before the palm arrived, the palm wind urged down first, Su Jing's hair bun burst in an instant, and in the long hair that danced wildly, that sword aura soared into the sky!

What about the sword? The ink giant spirit was surprised, but he was not afraid, he was a god, from the sky! Even if a sword could cut his palm, it couldn't stop the little demon's head from being smashed, he wouldn't underestimate the magic of Middle-earth, but magic could never happen in one person one after another, the little demon already had a good sword in his hand, and the ink giant spirit didn't believe that the sword drilled out of his scalp would be better.

Ah screamed miserably, the sword met the palm, and then shook slightly, and the sword qi exploded: it was not much bright, it was not as bright as the light of the morning sword of the six or two masters back then;

But enough. The two-inch sword is enough to protect Su Jing's baby skull and shatter the palm of the ink giant spirit!

The last time Tu Wan was in trouble, it was in the ruins of the Ferris Temple, when he fought against the shadow monk, three hundred years have passed, and the sword soul has been subjected to the yang fire and the three of these three tricks all the time, although it has been asleep, it has long been stronger than when it first entered Su Jing's body, and more importantly, seven months ago, the sword soul broke off and was full of seventy-three chains of sharp gold energy, and the sharp energy of the divine sword was even higher.

On the other hand, the ink giant spirit, the soul has not yet recovered completely, and the fierce confrontation with Tiancheng for more than half a year will inevitably lose strength, the powerful fist of cohesion is firmly pulled by the shadow monk, and the hand of the sword has limited cohesion and new injuries. The most important thing is that there is still a great spell pressed on the body of the ink giant spirit: the black cloud covers the sinking boat soldiers, the black rope hangs upside down and everyone else, among them there are people like Qi Donglai and Gu Xiaojun who are cultivators, and there are also strange murderers such as the three corpses, the black cloud and black vine spell is really magical, but, is it for nothing? It's not that he wants to take up a lot of the Demon Spirit God's cultivation and the drastic change is only in the snap of his fingers, and he has no time to withdraw the spell to help himself.

Broken with one blow, Tu Wan roared fiercely!

If you really want to compete in the heyday, which one is stronger or weaker, Tu Wan and Zhang Yi? Su Jing didn't know, but now, at least the two swords were stronger than Mo Juling's palms.

It's a pity that Tu Wan only turned into a sword when he noticed that the ink giant spirit was about to appear, and he was too in a hurry, and the sword soul was still restless and jumped out to meet the enemy, and after hitting the enemy hard, he became more and more restless, and he couldn't retract into Su Jing's body, and failed to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill this fang.

One hand was grasped, the other hand was gone, Su Jing's clenched left hand, which was about to die together, had already been raised two feet, and the ink giant spirit roared fiercely, but no matter how loud he shouted, it was useless to shout, but there was another mystery in his mouth: a person suddenly flew out of the giant spirit's mouth, wearing a hideous iron mask on his head, holding a vicious fangs of an unknown giant corpse as a sword, and hurriedly stabbed towards Su Jingmian's door! (To be continued......)