1980: C1980 Sword Evil

C1980 Sword Evil

Jing Hong was aware that Jiang Ting was engulfed in space. A smile immediately appeared on his face … Although he didn't know what had happened, he had already anticipated this.

Jing Hong was certain that the spatial collapse from before had been caused by an Asura Race powerhouse.

In that case, he should leave. If he didn't leave now, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to escape.

Just as Jing Hong turned around, a ray of sword light suddenly rose from the starry sky.

"Hmm?" The indifference on Jing Hong's face instantly turned ugly. Then, he clenched his fists as a baleful aura began to spread.

An expert had arrived.

As if it knew what he was thinking, the sword radiance suddenly pierced through the starry sky. Then, it gathered around ten Zhang away from Jing Hong, and soon, it formed into a human figure.

After seeing the figure clearly … However, it was so shocking that it caused everyone to be flabbergasted.

This person was a Deity of the ninth rank … Yes, he was indeed human.

However, that person's clothes were rather tattered and tattered, to say nothing of his clothes. If his level of insight were to be placed within a city, perhaps everyone would think that he was a beggar, and not some expert of the ninth rank.

On the other hand, Xiao Hong's expression turned uglier and uglier, "This fluctuation... "Who are you?"

The figure dressed in coarse hemp replied softly: "Jian Xie."

Jing Hong narrowed his eyes. "You want to block my way by yourself?"

"Enough."

Pausing for a moment, the person who called himself Jian Xie slowly raised his head: "I won't bully you as well, so that in the future, your Asura Clan's words will cause my Human Clan to suppress others with power … I will contract my power to the level of a Deity of the eighth rank. "

Jing Rong was instantly angered. "Arrogant!"

"You are too conceited."

After pausing for a moment, sword intent began to appear in Jian Xie's hand: "I was at the border just now and used a treasure to watch the fight between you and Jiang Ting … It's a pity, my master said that Jiang Ting had lost his initial intention. Otherwise, your Nine Foot Blood Drinking Mirror would be useless against him, and you would not be his match. "

"Crack crack crack …" Jing Hong didn't respond. He just slowly clenched his fists, preparing to make a move.

Jian Xie laughed: "You are not my opponent."

Following that, sword light rose up one after another … The power of the sword aura was not too high. If Jiang Ting was still here, he would have definitely discovered that the power of the sword aura could not even compare to his Fire Feather, which was condensed from his wings. The only difference was that the sword aura contained some kind of fluctuation that Jiang Ting could not understand.

However, the expression on his face changed, "This is …" You are about to be promoted to the Celestial King. "Unfair!"

"Hehe, I am now a level eight god, and my attacks are only level eight god. Where is the fairness?" Jian Xie's smile became wider, and his sword light became like a river of stars in the sky.

"Damn." He had completely lost the will to fight … It was not that he was afraid, but he knew that he was no match for him. In the Asura Race, he had once fought with an expert like Jian Xie.

Even though they had intentionally suppressed their insights, they, who were about to be promoted to the Godking level, still had more insights than any other Deity of the eighth rank, the ninth rank.

The same secret arts, when used in their hands, had a different, frightening effect. They would be able to continue to stay here … He would die.

Without any hesitation, Jing Rong instantly shattered the space. "Break!"

The space had just collapsed, and Jing Rong had completely ignored the incoming sword light. He then jumped into the space.

Jian Xie instantly made his move, transforming into a sword aura that flashed and disappeared into the space.

About three breaths later.

Jian Xie's figure appeared once again in the starry sky, the sword in his hand turned into wisps of sword intent and disappeared, and he could vaguely see some blood drops falling.1

And in Jian Xie's hands, there was another mirror … Nine Foot Blood Drinking Mirror.

Staring at the mirror, Jian Xie muttered to himself: "As expected of the Asura race's peerless heaven's pride expert. I used methods that are close to the rules to block you from escaping. If you were to reach my level, I'm afraid I wouldn't necessarily be your match."

"If he runs away, then so be it. Return to the border and drink the blood from the Nine Foot Mirror. This is a rare treasure …" If Jiang Ting is still able to come back alive, then treat that mirror as the border seat gift. If he isn't back, then put it in the treasury as a reward for his military exploits. " A calm voice suddenly sounded.

He could only hear the sound, but not the person.

Jian Xie's face instantly became serious: master, you still haven't left? Jiang Ting should have already been sent into the Asura Race's territory. Would he still be able to return alive? "

"Continue on your path of refining your heart. If it wasn't for the urgency of the situation, I wouldn't have interrupted your refining heart."

At the end of his words, it became tranquil again: "His strength isn't low, among the heaven's pride experts of the same level in my Human Clan, the strength that he exploded forth previously is already enough to rank amongst the top three. If it weren't for Jing Hong holding the Nine Foot Mirror of Blood, the outcome of the battle would still be unknown … All of the races have a tacit understanding that if the Celestial King didn't act, then he might not have died. Perhaps he might even become the next Asura Divine King. "

Jian Xie frowned: "Didn't master just say that he has lost his initial intention? There was no time for them to settle down, no enlightenment from the Celestial King, no... How did he get promoted? "If he doesn't advance, then it would be nearly impossible for him to cross the border of the Asura Race."

Then, Jian Xie shook his head: "Forget it, why should I care so much … … master, I will continue to refine my heart. "

With that said, Jian Xie's figure turned into streaks of sword light and disappeared. The mirror also lost control and fell into the starry sky. Subsequently, an invisible wave of energy swept over the Nine Foot Mirror of Blood and it disappeared without a trace.

… …

Thirty breaths ago, somewhere in the starry sky.

The space suddenly shattered, and Jiang Ting's shattered space appeared … He was in a starry sky.

Of course, this was not important. What was important was that Jiang Ting could see that there were more than 30 Asura's here, so he could not tell the difference in appearance.

He could only see that he was being surrounded … Surrounded by these more than thirty Asuras of the eighth rank.

One of the Shura suddenly shouted coldly, "A mere Human Clan dares to trespass into our Asura Clan territory. Kill!"

These Asura warriors were already prepared for this moment of attack, and the power of their punches overflowed into the heavens.

Jiang Ting's eyes flashed with a cold light: "You're courting death!"

Jiang Ting did not make any other movements and directly launched his God Kingdom.

"Bang bang bang …" The moment the Shura attacked, his body was instantly crushed … What could he do about it? Could he not defeat these ordinary Asura warriors with the protection of the Nine Foot Blood Drinking Mirror?

Even the Divine Kingdom didn't dare to attack him.

The first Asura to be born was instantly shocked, "How is this possible? You are not injured?"

Jiang Ting didn't reply. Instead, he suddenly retracted the God Nation's power... Mm. In less than half a breath of time, all of the more than 30 eighth level Divine Shura had died, leaving behind only the first one to speak.

With a flash, Jiang Ting closed in: "Where is this place?"

The Asura suddenly calmed down: "Human Clan, you're dead for sure!"

Just as Jiang Ting was about to speak, his pupils suddenly contracted... There were many auras of the Asura Race.

He could sense that several dozen more Asura Race auras were rapidly approaching him from the east. The weakest was a Deity of the eighth rank.

Moreover, it was only the aura of the Asura Race. He didn't sense any aura from any other race besides the Asura Race.

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