3013: C3013 The Place Where It Was

C3013 The Place Where It Was

Although Jiang Ting was still standing there, However, his defense wasn't easy either. After all, the power of the Ink Wind Crocodile's attack had penetrated his body through the shield, but it was forcefully neutralized by his magic power.

After about three breaths of time, the impact of the Ink Wind Crocodile began to rapidly decrease. . . Obviously, the power of the charge and pounce had already started to dry up.

Jiang Ting, who had his hands firmly on the shield, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes. "It's my turn!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of the air being torn apart was heard. Four blade shadows swiftly flew over.

When the Ink Wind Crocodile saw this, it hurriedly threw itself in another direction. Clearly, the blades were a great threat to it.

"You want to run now? Isn't it a little too late?" Jiang Ting's eyes became colder and colder.

The blade that missed instantly changed direction and chased after him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Ink Wind Crocodile kept running on the ground, and from time to time, it would summon wind blades to counterattack.

However. . . Jiang Ting used his large shield to firmly protect himself, and coupled with the small blades, he continued to chase after it.

In a short period of time, the attack and defense actually changed. . . It changed into Jiang Ting chasing after it, the crocodile running, and the mud on the ground, constantly being destroyed by the blades and wind blades.

Not long after, 30 breaths of time passed.

Jiang Ting stood where he was without any injuries, and only had the consumption of magic power. As for the surface of the Ink Wind Crocodile's body, it was covered in more and more bloodstains. The blade was not something to be trifled with.

In the next breath.

"With a bang, the four child blades fell down again. Three of them hit empty air, hitting the intact scales on the surface of the Inky Wind Crocodile's body. It was useless.

"Roar!" The crocodile took the opportunity to form Wind Blades to counter attack.

The previous 30 breaths had been like this all along. . . The two of them had been in a heated battle ever since they arrived.

However, this time.

While the Ink Wind Crocodile was taking advantage of the rare opportunity when it was free to condense Wind Blades, a sudden change occurred.

A small blade suddenly flew out from the mud, carrying a faint arc of light, and directly pierced into the huge mouth of the Ink Wind Crocodile. . . The small blade that suddenly left the swamp was naturally the one that Jiang Ting had hidden from the very beginning.

In an instant, the Cutting Blade in the throat of the Ink Wind Crocodile shattered.

"Roar. . . " This time, the Inky Wind Crocodile could no longer bear it. It started to roll and struggle on the surface of the swamp.

Jiang Ting relaxed his mind. "It took so long for my technique to take effect. You should be proud of it. "

"Huhuhu. . . " The four blades began to chase again.

If it was before, although the crocodile was injured, it was still able to fight back and dodge. But this time, the throat and mouth of the Ink Wind Crocodile were all shredded by the blanket blades. Under such heavy injuries, what else could it do?

Very easily, the four blade blades continuously expanded the previous wounds, continuously destroying the Cuttlewind Crocodile's flesh and blood.

In just three breaths of time, the Black Wind Crocodile stopped struggling and turned into a corpse, lying motionlessly on the surface of the swamp. . . . It seemed to be sinking into the swamp.

Jiang Ting recalled his blade and jumped towards the corpse. Without hesitation, he put the corpse into his storage bag.

The Demonic Beast's corpse could also be sold for money.

Although he didn't know the value of the Molt Wind Crocodile's corpse, he knew that it was worth a lot of money. It wasn't big. . . It was at least 30 meters in size, so it should be worth some money.

"It's not easy to win the first battle. " Jiang Ting muttered to himself as he relaxed his mind.

As he relaxed his mind, Jiang Ting suddenly felt that his mind was a little confused and his thoughts were a little slow.

The aftermath of the great battle?

No. . . That's not right. He had experienced endless battles, so how could there be so called sequelae?

Without hesitation, Jiang Ting bit the tip of his tongue and recovered his consciousness with the help of the intense pain. His Divine Sense sank into his body.

With this observation, he discovered that the circulating speed of the magic power in his body had unknowingly slowed down. The reason was that some kind of poisonous miasma was eroding his body.

Poisonous miasma?

Jiang Ting suddenly raised his head and looked in all directions. Even though he had fought with the Ink Wind Crocodile, the faint white fog still existed.

White fog?

How was that white fog? It was clearly miasma!

Poisonous miasma!

"Trouble. " With a light snort, Jiang Ting did not hesitate to leap away. He only found the trees that had not been destroyed twenty meters away from the center of the battlefield.

He circulated his magic power and cast a basic defensive spell that he had learned before. A layer of transparent film appeared on the surface of his body.

His defensive ability was very low. . . So low that he could even break through a fireball spell of the same realm.

However, Jiang Ting did not care. What he valued was not defensive abilities. Instead, it was that thin film that could isolate him from the miasma. As for defense, the defense of the magic weapon was enough.

After isolating him, Jiang Ting used the concealing technique to conceal his body and aura.

After that, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat on a tree branch and started to expel the miasma from his body. The miasma was not serious, but if it was not expelled or constantly eroded, it could also poison people to death.

Fortunately, the last time in the marketplace. . . Although he had a large shield to defend himself, he had also considered what he would do if he was surrounded by poisonous miasma. Because of that, he bought a defensive spell.

Now, it could be considered a success.

If he couldn't use the spell to isolate the miasma. . . And didn't know when he would be able to leave the area of miasma, it would be really fun.

About ten breaths later, most of the miasma poison in Jiang Ting's body had already been expelled.

After that, Jiang Ting suddenly stood up and stopped expelling the poison. He looked into the distance. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue expelling the poison, but that he noticed some movement not far away.

The battle with the Ink Wind Crocodile had indeed alarmed some people.

Around three breaths later.

"Huhuhu. . . " In a series of whooshes, three figures approached from not far away. They landed on the branches not far away from Jiang Ting, and their gazes were fixed on the battlefield.

Although the traces of the battle on the swamp had disappeared, there were still traces of the trees being destroyed.

One of the three men said, "Someone fought here. There were a lot of bloodstains on the surface of the swamp. Those black scales. . . The loser should be the Demonic Beast. "

A short man licked his lips and showed greed. "Should we go and find him? The Herb Grafting Valley has just opened. He must be alone. "

Then, the two people who had spoken looked at the last person who had yet to speak.

That person thought for a while and shook his head slightly. "Forget it. The Herb Grafting Valley has just opened. Even if I put in a lot of effort, I won't get anything. Let's go find a good place to set up an ambush. "

After making a decision, the three of them flew away again.

Jiang Ting stood quietly on the spot without making any movements.0

About twenty breaths later.

"Huhuhu. . . " With the sound of air being torn apart, the three of them turned around again.

This place was as calm as ever.

The short man shook his head and said, "There really is no one here. "

"That person killed the Demonic Beast, and he knew that his actions would definitely attract other people. Why is he still here? Let's go. " The other two shrugged and didn't seem to mind.

Then, they retreated again.

In less than three breaths' time, their figures disappeared into the Miasma Swamp.

After that, Jiang Ting sat down again. "The people of the Black Feather Pavilion. . . Three people have gathered together just after the opening. Is it luck or some other means?"

Once again, he began to expel the poisonous miasma in his body.

He did not know the three people before. He could only confirm that they were all people of the Black Feather Pavilion through their clothes. However, entering the Herb Grafting Valley was a random teleportation. How could those three people gather together so quickly?

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