1974: C1974 The Counterattack of Jing Hong

C1974 The Counterattack of Jing Hong

All ten fingers are linked to the heart. The instant three fingers are cut off may not be painful, but after being cut off … If he didn't experience that pain, then it would be hard to describe it. However, it was as if he didn't feel it at all. His expression didn't change at all as he used his own strength to restore his severed finger.

At the same time, Jing Hong slowly raised his head: "Human Clan, I have truly underestimated you. After being praised in the clan for so long, I actually forgot, being unrivalled is merely relative and not eternal. I should thank you. "

In the distance.

Jiang Ting looked at the calm face of Jing Rong and frowned... The fierce battle that followed would probably become even more troublesome to deal with.

In the eyes of others, he might have easily broken Three Fingers of Jing Hong, giving him the upper hand, but he knew that if Jing Hong hadn't been so conceited to choose to use his flesh and blood to block Liu Yun, he wouldn't have had the chance to break Three Fingers of Jing Hong.

Furthermore, if he had hesitated even a little while when he was retreating, he would have broken not just three of his fingers, but his entire arm. Then, he would have been able to catch up and use his continuous attacks to achieve victory.

However, it was clear that Jing Hong had noticed something was wrong. He decisively used his three fingers to instantly leave Liu Yun's attack range. Although he had lost three fingers … However, it obviously had a very low impact on Lianghong.

It's not Jiang Ting's fault for having the chance to live with him. Jiang Ting has already done the best... However, Jing Hong's reaction was too fast. Even Jiang Ting couldn't take advantage of the situation.

Jiang Ting's expression did not change even though he had a myriad of thoughts in his mind. "Victory is not based on words."

Jing Hong smiled at first, but soon after, his eyes became indifferent. "Gongshan!"

"Rumble …" The space in the starry sky began to shatter... What was broken was the starry sky above Jiang Ting's head.

At the same time, Jiang Ting also saw a gigantic black shadow squeezing space … No, it wasn't that the black figure had compressed space. It was that enormous black figure's aura that caused the starry sky to be unable to withstand it, causing the space to begin to collapse.

"Moon of the Extreme Dao!" Without thinking, Jiang Ting instantly turned into the moonlight and escaped. Although he didn't know what the shadow would turn into, it was obviously not easy to mess with that shadow, so it was too stupid to stay where he was.

Half a breath later.

The black shadow completely solidified … It wasn't an illusory life form, but rather a 1000 foot mountain!

Jing Hong's eyes widened, "Can we escape?"

"Rumble …" The mountain continued to cut through the air, carrying a huge momentum as it smashed towards Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting ignored him with just a glance: "You're so slow."

However, Jing Hong suddenly shouted coldly, "Forest of Manifestation!"

And then … Jing Hong's silhouette turned into a blur as he rushed towards Jiang Ting, and he even threw a punch at Jiang Ting! In the instant that Jing Rong punched out, countless illusory mountains and rivers rose up behind him.

Jiang Ting, who was still waiting for a chance to attack, couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He could feel the terror of Jing Hong's punch.

Not bad, terrifying!

His intuition told him that he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand that fist strike … It wasn't that Jiang Ting was weaker than Jing Hong, but that the two of them focused on different directions.

Jiang Ting cultivated in many different directions, be it close combat or any kind of martial arts, he had trained in them. Therefore, Jiang Ting had no weakness and it was only a matter of time before he drew out his physical body or martial arts from them.

However, in reality, if Jiang Ting only cultivated one path, it would be quite simple for him to win. After all, he had a clear weakness.

However, the beauty in front of him … The toughness of his body was too high, so high that it caused one's head to ache.

The topic had gotten a bit out of hand … Jiang Ting sensed that he couldn't block Jing Hong's punch and immediately chose to dodge without any hesitation.

However, Jing Hong shouted loudly, "Gongshan!"

Soon after, Jiang Ting instantly felt that his body had become extremely heavy. It was as if countless pressure was suddenly pressing down on his body … It wouldn't be too much to say that he weighed ten thousand Jin, but one hundred thousand million Jin.

As a direct result, he felt as if his body was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

It's that mountain! This was the so called Gen Mountain.1

Jiang Ting wasn't sure if the name Gongshan was the name of the secret technique or the mountain peak, but he knew that if he couldn't get out of this predicament, he would be in deep trouble.

Using the Divine Kingdom?

Jiang Ting didn't want to use God Nation first... There was also the Divine Kingdom. Whoever used it first would be at a disadvantage, and would be targeted by the one from the Divine Kingdom afterwards.

"Human Clan, let me see if your frail body can withstand my fists!" In the midst of his shout, Jing Hong brought along the momentum of the mountains and rivers as his fist ruthlessly smashed down.

Block that fist?

If it was only that fist, Jiang Ting wouldn't mind trying to block it. Even if he sustained some injuries, it wouldn't be a problem … However, the problem was that Jiang Ting could clearly feel that the "sluggish" Geng Mountain was rapidly approaching.

He and Jing Rong fought with fists … Who knew what would happen if that mountain smashed down.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Ting instantly shouted: "Flaming Wings!"

Countless flames surged as a team of wings that seemed to be condensed from fire extended from Jiang Ting's back … No, it wasn't enough yet. Jiang Ting could feel that with the Fire Wings' assistance, although his speed increased, he was still in the mud. There was no chance for him to escape.

However, he had never planned to borrow the Fire Wings to escape.

He only slightly flapped his wings … Following which, wisps of flaming feathers fell off from the fire wings. In the blink of an eye, countless fiery feathers filled the sky, and under Jiang Ting's control, they attacked Jing Hong.

What was worth mentioning was that ever since Jing Hong had three of his fingers chopped off by Jiang Ting, they no longer continued the meaningless fight between their fists and their sword lotuses.

Facing Jiang Ting's concentrated mass of attacks, Jing Hong, who was throwing out a punch, frowned … He could sense the formidable power within the Fire Feather, which was even stronger than the sword lotus.

If he ignored Huo Yu … He was afraid that his hard-earned advantage would disappear and he would once again fall into a disadvantageous position. Furthermore, if he were to fall into a disadvantageous position once more, reversing it wouldn't be that easy.

As a result, although he was unwilling, he still smashed his fist towards the countless Fire Feathers that were attacking him.

"Fortunately, the battle is not at the final stage yet. Jing Hong is not willing to let both sides suffer." Jiang Ting slightly relaxed... He was really worried that Jing Hong would ignore everything and forcefully attack him!

If that was the case, then even if Huo Yu could heavily injure Jing Hong, he would still be beaten to the point where his life was unknown …

Geng Shan was still smashing over, so Jiang Ting didn't think too much about it.

"Extreme Sword!" Jiang Ting clenched his fists tightly as he whispered to himself, and then he viciously swung his sword at Gongshan who was about to attack him.

If not for the fact that all of his might had been restrained within the sword, and if he had not recklessly exploded forth with this seemingly ordinary sword strike, it would have been enough to cut down hundreds of thousands of kilometers or even millions of kilometers of gigantic mountains and rivers.

It was probably enough to crush a mere hundred feet mountain … It should be enough, right?

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