3263: C3263 The Duel

C3263 The Duel

In the face of Xiahou Yuanhai's invitation, Jiang Ting politely declined his offer. There was not the slightest bit of disrespect in his words, and it was a good thing that he did not have to be polite to Xiahou Yuanhai.

Although it was said that Xiahou Yuanhai and his group's intentions were not good, it was true that they did not come with good intentions. However, with a little more courtesy, perhaps they would be able to delay them for a little longer?

It did not matter if it was useful or not. In any case, there wouldn't be any disadvantages.

"That's a pity." As he said those words of disappointment, xia Houyuan Hai's expression did not change much.

Instead, he nodded slightly at the others. At that moment, many of the Golden Core Realm martial practitioners quietly retreated.

That's right, retreat!

Not attack!

Due to the retreat of the numerous golden cores, the sky seemed to have become somewhat empty.

What is this?

As if he knew what he was thinking, xiahou Yuanhai also started to retreat. "If the two of you fight, whoever wins will live, and whoever loses will die. If anyone dares to interfere, they will die as well!"

His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable dignity.

If you fight, the winner will live?

The loser died?

Jiang Ting could not help but be stunned.

Very quickly, Jiang Ting showed some respect. "Senior, please don't joke with me. Fellow Daoist Xiahou Ping's strength is extraordinary. I might be able to defeat him by luck, but killing him is as difficult as ascending to the heavens."

Xiahou Ping sneered, "You are overestimating yourself."

Jiang Ting simply ignored Xiahou Ping. He remembered that Xiahou Ping in his memories was not that stupid. In the end, he was not that stupid. He did not know why, but it was because his enemies were extremely jealous when they met.

Or was it because Xiahou Ping had tried to hide his true strength and pretended to be stupid in front of Xiahou Yuanhai?

Or perhaps it was because Xiahou Ping thought too highly of Xia Hou Yuanhai's opinion of him, which was why he had lost his usual composure.

Or perhaps it was because of some other unknown reason.

What exactly was it? Jiang Ting did not know. He only knew that he did not want to talk to Xiahou Ping, who had made a fool of himself. That would easily lower his intelligence.

He could sense Jiang Ting's gaze.

However, xia Hou Yuanhai did not react.

He only said softly after he retreated to a distance and stopped, "You are very smart... I heard that your talent is actually not good."

Jiang Ting's eyes instantly lit up. He did not understand what Xia Hou, yuan Hai, meant.

It was as if he knew what he was thinking. Xia Hou Yuanhai's lips curled up as he spoke. "I heard that although your strength is not bad, you are also liked by Daoist Qing Feng and received the Green Spirit Sword Scripture... But, your talent is that of the three attributes."

Jiang Ting's expression did not change. "Senior, what do you mean?"

Marquis Xia Yuan Hai acted as if he did not hear him and said to himself, "Looking at your bone age... It's only around sixty years old. Although I don't know why your cultivation speed is so fast, Thinking about it, it must be because of the pill... an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator... If one wanted to break through to the Golden Core stage, even with the pill, with your talent... If you want to break through, even if you have the pill... And almost impossible. "

Jiang Ting shook his head slightly. "Junior doesn't understand what senior means."

However, he did not care in his heart.

Xia Hou Yuanhai still did not reply. "Tell him what kind of talent you originally possessed, and what kind of talent you have now."

The person he was talking to was Xia Houping.

Xia Houping's expression sank. Although he was unwilling, he still said, "I originally didn't have the talent to cultivate. Now, with the condition of killing one hundred thousand people, I will use a demonic secret art to condense a blood spirit within my body. "

Blood spirit? What qualifications?

Jiang Ting had never heard of this talent before.

According to what he knew, there weren't many types of natural endowments for cultivation.

There were seven types of metal, wood, water, fire and wind. There were also some types of spirits that could transform into spirits based on the seven types of cultivation talent. However, there were no so-called blood spirits.

Man-made spirit?

"I already have a master." With a myriad of thoughts, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and refused again.

He was not stupid. Xiahou Yuanhai suddenly told him that it could not be because of good intentions. It could only be because he was preparing to try and rope him in again.

Since he had rejected it previously, he naturally would not agree to it just because of the so-called blood spirit at this moment.

Xia Hou Yuanhai Hearing this, he shook his head and stopped talking. He turned around and closed his eyes to rest.

It was obvious that after being rejected once again, he had completely given up on trying to recruit him.

He looked at Xia Houping again and licked his lips. His eyes were filled with killing intent. "Your life has ended."

Jiang Ting smiled. "If you let your Golden Core attack me, I might have no choice but to wait for death... But if they don't attack me, where do you get the confidence to fight me?"

In the past, when he hadn't even mastered the Immortal Arts and the Cool Breeze Sword Formation, he was already able to force Xiahou Ping to the brink of death. Now, he was carrying the two great killing weapons, the Sword Formation and Immortal Arts.

Xiahou Ping, what right did he have to fight him?

Xiahou Ping did not waste any more time talking nonsense. He roared. "Extremely arrogant!"

As he said that, xiahou Ping clenched his fists tightly... An invisible wave of energy spread out, and Xiahou Ping's shirt was instantly torn into pieces. He was naked! His upper body... could not be considered strong, but he did not have any fat either. He was just like an ordinary cultivator, with a perfect body shape.

"I will break your bones one by one, and then pull out your soul. Day by day, I will roast your soul in the flames. Visible streams of blood and qi enveloped Xiahou Ping.

Only his bloodthirsty and hideous face remained.

"Since this is a battle to decide life and death... then, I will use the sword formation that was passed down from the master to defeat you. This way, I will not let you down." Jiang Ting said in a soft voice.

In an instant, beams of green light flashed... Many situations had turned into numerous magic swords that surrounded the four sides, completely enveloping Jiang Ting and Xiahou Ping.

Sword formation?

Bathed in the bloody mist, xiahou Ping, who was about to attack, turned into a bloody light and retreated without even thinking. The name of a human, the shadow of a tree, and the reputation of the Qingfeng Daoist, who had looked down upon the world with his sword formation, no one dared to look down on the sword formation as long as they were not stupid.

"Can you escape?" A trace of coldness flashed across Jiang Ting's calm face.

"Clang! Clang!" A sword hum sounded.

Jiang Ting raised his hand, and the Soul Refining Mother Blade instantly combined into a huge sword, slashing towards Xiahou Ping's back. Xiahou Ping continued to dodge. Perhaps he could leave the range of the sword formation, but that sword strike could still severely injure him.

"How dare you bring out a mere intermediate grade magic weapon!" Xiahou Ping was furious.

Then, he took out a square metal magic treasure and threw it into the sky... The magic treasure rose against the wind and instantly became the size of a small mountain.

"Boom! The huge sword hit the small mountain. The small mountain did not even leave a trace of viciousness behind. Not to mention, it was actually a small mountain! On the contrary, the huge sword was sent flying by the small mountain.2

"Haha, so you even took out a magic treasure? It's really shabby." Along with his wild laughter, xiahou Ping also took the opportunity to leave the range of the sword formation.

"Poor?" Jiang Ting called back his mother and son blade, a strange expression on his face.

In fact, he preferred the way the Mother and Son Blades attacked. However, they could attack in a large area, and they could also attack continuously. They could even gather together and perform small-scale attacks.

Unfortunately, his level was still a little low.

It was fine when it came to dealing with trash, but when it came to dealing with some powerhouses... the level of the middle-grade magic artifact was destined to be insufficient for the Mother and Child Blades.

Fortunately, he did not expect the Mother and Son Blades to be effective.

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