1973: C1973 Have the Upper Hand

C1973 Have the Upper Hand

Facing the oncoming crow, perhaps Jing Rong truly had some understanding of the Thousand Revolution Transformation, and did not attempt to block it. Instead, he suddenly used some sort of secret technique, and his body glowed with countless gold lights.

It was also because they had started to fight that the spectators were extremely quiet, even after entering the starry sky. They were afraid that they would miss out on a single battle because of their conversation.

Even if they couldn't comprehend anything from their battle, it would be beneficial for them to understand Jiang Ting's and Jing Hong's strength.

At the point of collision.

The raven, the fastest one was only half a meter away from Fleeting Time.

It was also at this moment that the golden light on Jing Rong's body suddenly contracted, and instantly condensed into the image of an armor!

"Bang bang bang …" Muffled sounds rang out one after another.

When the crow approached Jing Rong, it immediately collided with the armor, and after that, it transformed into ripples and disappeared, completely shattering into pieces, as if it had never appeared before.

Jiang Ting slightly frowned … What a profound soul defense secret technique. With just a glance, Jiang Ting could tell that even though he had the soul defense secret technique, he couldn't compare to the grand appearance in front of him.

His soul was extremely powerful. Even if a Chosen of the ninth rank were to attack him, it wouldn't be enough to cause his soul to tremble.

On the other side.

"My secret technique's defensive capabilities are extraordinary, you won't be able to break through."

As soon as he finished speaking, he paused for a while, before replying, "Although I have not tried, but I can feel that your soul is not to be trifled with … If the power of the soul is unable to determine victory or defeat, then let's wait and see just how strong we are! "

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Before he finished his sentence, Jiang Ting's figure suddenly flashed as he sliced through the sky with his cloud in his hand.

He wanted to see if the magnificent man in front of him was a cultivator of both the arts and the physical body. The Asura Race only trained in the arts!

As for the clash of souls … Jing Hong was right.

Since the Soul Stealing Thousand Revolution couldn't handle Jing Hong, there was no need for Jiang Ting to continue attacking with his soul. Although Jiang Ting was confident, with the strength of his soul, as long as he attacked forcefully, the secret of the Soul Stealing Thousand Revolution Transformation could still be defeated!

But, just how dangerous was a soul battle? The Bedlam Lands was not a safe place. If he really did fight to the death with Jing Rong, once the battle reached its climax, then another alien would suddenly ambush him … This would be great.

On the other hand, Jing Rong, who was facing Jiang Ting's attack, was not only concerned but also excited.

Stay close... Jing Hong suddenly attacked. His five fingers took the shape of a claw as he tried to grab the sword.

"Do you really think that your body is invincible?" Jiang Ting's expression instantly turned cold... Although he could dodge, he didn't choose to. Instead, he brazenly exerted his strength and chopped out towards the incoming claw.

If it was based on the strength of the body, Jiang Ting did not think his physical strength could compare to the Asura Race, even though he had recently taken a lot of Thunder Yuan Pills.

Available... He wielded his weapon and attacked, yet the magnificent man before him used his physical body to meet it?

Whether it was being arrogant or being arrogant, Jiang Ting's sword was not that easy to receive!

Sword intent exploded forth in succession, the sharpness of the edge of the sword becoming even more tyrannical.

"I underestimated you." Jing Hong frowned slightly … He found the fact that he was preparing to control Jiang Ting's Longsword a little laughable.

However, Jiang Ting's cloud speed had increased greatly. If he were to dodge the blade of the sword at this moment, he would definitely be caught up in Jiang Ting's rhythm of attack. If he ignored it … His physical body might not even be able to withstand the blade of the sword.

In that instant, Jing Rong made his decision … He continued to take it head on!

If Liu Yun could not break through his defense, it was a good thing. If he could, he would be able to perfectly dodge the attack when he saw that the situation was not right. It was better than having his abdomen pierced by a sword.

"Hah!" With a loud shout, his five fingers became even more advantageous.

Finally, Fleeting Cloud's hand and hand were removed.

"Ding ding ding …" As soon as they collided, countless sparks flew from the point of contact between Jing Rong's fingers and the tip of the sword.

It was clearly a collision between the physical body and the sword. From a distance, it looked like two metallic objects were exploding.

"He's at least fifty percent stronger than the other Asuras of the eighth rank." Jiang Ting's eyes revealed a hint of surprise … If he also had such a tyrannical body like this Asura's, his strength would definitely be imperceptibly tyrannical.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to compare … The physical body of the Asura Race was born. It was precisely because of their tyrannical physical body that the Asura Race had been able to go further and further on the road of physical combat.

Unable to break through the defense?

No!

Jiang Ting suppressed his thoughts and said with a cold look in his eyes, "Break for me!"

A terrifying God Power surged out from Jiang Ting's body. The Boundless Sword Intent rose up into the starry sky. Faintly, a monstrous sword light rose up from Jiang Ting's back.

The expression on Jing Hong's face changed, "Not good."

In the blink of an eye, a formless membrane appeared on Jing Rong's body, cutting off the sword from his body, and his figure abruptly shot backwards.

"Do you have time to run now?" Jiang Ting's eyes became even colder.

Following which, Jing Rong saw that the invisible membrane that he had created was instantly distorted by the pressure of the sword … Without waiting for his reaction, a strand of sword intent burst out from the tip of the sword.

In an instant, the thin film he had condensed into was crushed!

This was not the end. After crushing the thin film, the sword intent did not disperse nor did it attack. Instead, it abruptly returned to the blade of the sword, adding a bit of sharpness to the blade.

Jing Hong's expression darkened. However, he did not continue to focus on defense. Instead, he retreated abruptly.

A sizzling sound could be heard. It was very light in the starry sky, so light that it could barely be heard … But, could the aliens and the people in space have a simple character at this moment?

Even though his voice was very weak, it still resounded in their ears like a clap of thunder.

They also saw that right at this moment, the five fingers of his right hand had already … Three of them had been broken, and three of his thumbs had been cut off by Jiang Ting's Jiang Ting's Liu Yun!

Although Jing Hong's palm didn't bleed, the spectators could clearly see the flesh at the location of his severed finger!

At this moment, even the courage of these extraordinary experts to enter the Bedlam Lands vanished like smoke in thin air. They were like mortals that had started to vent the shock in their hearts with their words.

"As the peerless Asura of the Asura Race, she possesses an invincible reputation within the same realm. Yet, she was injured by Jiang Ting?"

"That's right... Three of his fingers were cut off by Jiang Ting, but he didn't manage to injure Jiang Ting in the slightest. Could it be that this isn't a fierce battle between a dragon and a tiger, but a one-sided crush? "

"Those Shura's, speak up. Why are they so lacking?"

"Haha, Jiang Ting is indeed worthy of being our Human Clan's peerless heaven's pride expert, that Jing Hong is not even his match!"

…

The sounds of discussion were like a tidal wave, one wave after another.

At the location of the battle.

Jing Hong lowered his head to look at the three wounds on his right hand that had been cut open … His ten fingers linked together with his heart. It was very, very painful.

However, Jing Hong acted as though he didn't feel anything. After staring at him for half a breath, he slightly turned his wrist and a bright light appeared. His three severed fingers started to recover and at the same time, he slowly raised his head …

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