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next second.

His body disappeared in place, turned into a black awn and rushed towards Jing Muxi.

When Jing Muxi arrived here, the young Kun who was thrown in the air just fell down.

He originally wanted to grab Young Kun and retreat, but the young master of the Black God didn't give him a chance.

With a halberd and three prongs, the devilish energy reached his chest in an instant.

Jing Muxi's eyes reflected that the magic halberd was getting closer, he gritted his teeth, raised the tip of the sword, and flew the young Kun into the sky.

Afterwards, his wrist trembled, the wooden sword lay across his chest, and after half a step back with his right foot, the blade of the sword slashed on the Black God Halberd as if calculated.

The sword cuts the demon halberd, sparks shoot out.

"Breakout!"

Jing Muxi snorted coldly, and shook her wrist again, the tyrannical slash almost made the magic halberd out of the hands of the young master Heishen.

buzzing.

Bursts of vibrato were transmitted from the magic halberd to the palm of the young master Heishen, making his palm numb.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The young master of the Black God looked shocked, this sword gave him a very strange feeling, as if he took the initiative to send the Black God Halberd to Jing Muxi to chop.

Jing Muxi didn't speak, but stared coldly at the young master of the black god, and slashed at the sky with his sword without mercy.

The sword energy was three and a half meters wide, and it directly slashed the sky spirit cover of the young master of the black god from the top to the bottom.

"Too weak!"

The young master of the black god sneered, the tip of the halberd pierced the sword energy, and swung Fang Tianmo's halberd towards Jing Muxi.

"I see you can break my offensive a few times!"

The movements of the young master of the black god became faster and faster, and the magic halberd swept across the afterimage in the void with the magic energy, and slashed at Jing Muxi one after another.

call.

Jing Muxi frowned, his breath was a little disordered, every time he broke the Black God Halberd, his hands would tremble and his face would turn pale.

Not only did he have to deal with the young master of the black god, but when the young Kun was about to fall to the ground, he had to draw out his sword and pick it up into the air again to prevent it from being snatched away by others.

After a hundred rounds, Jing Muxi's movements became slower and slower, her breath became heavy, and several shallow bloodstains appeared on her body.

The difference in realm is reflected. If he has already cultivated the Five Elements Body, he may not be so embarrassed.

But now, it's still far from it.

Seeing that Jing Muxi was gradually unable to support herself, the young master Heishen's eyes lit up, and a defiant smile appeared on his face.

Under three violent attacks, the young master of the Black God suddenly let out a loud shout.

"He couldn't hold on anymore, all the crowd surrounded him!"

Following an order, the other mage monks who were watching the duel between them were stunned for a moment, and without hesitation, they took a closer look at Osmanthus fragrans.

In an instant, densely packed secret skills and weapons shot towards Jing Muxi through the air.

You don't talk about martial arts!

Jing Muxi's face suddenly sank, he struggled one-on-one, let alone one-on-one hundred and five!

After a sword swept across many weapons in front of him, severe pain came from behind him.

"hiss!"

Jing Muxi gasped, and stuck a black arrow in his back.

Back and forth!

"Look how powerful one of your swords is, or more than 100 of mine!"

Seeing several scars on Jing Muxi's body in an instant, the young master Hei Shen couldn't help laughing wildly.

He raised the Black God Halberd, and was about to pick up the young Kun who fell from the sky.

Jieyuan is what he has always cared about.

"Don't think about it!"

Jing Muxi's face was pale and bloodless, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes, but he still raised his sword and broke the magic halberd.

You Kun's petite body slid towards him along the blade of his wooden sword.

Jing Muxi picked up the young Kun with the other hand, gritted her teeth and exerted all her strength, and threw the young Kun out of the encirclement.

The comatose young Kun was thrown out again, and flew towards the distance under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"puff!"

With such a movement of less than a second, Jing Muxi's back was hit hard, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Countless secret skills and weapons rushed towards him at this moment.

Jing Muxi endured the severe pain from his body, and after swinging a move of the law-breaking sword in front of him, he flipped his free left hand, and another sword appeared in his palm.

Two-handed sword!

The sword in his right hand swept across his front body, and the sword in his left hand swept across his back.

The body couldn't help but pause, and broke out in the direction where the young Kun flew out.

"This will make you run away, what's the face of my Black God Sect!"

Seeing Jing Muxi struggling so desperately, the young master of the Black God looked angry, raised the Black God Halberd surrounded by demonic energy, and threw it towards Jing Muxi's back!

"Death strike!"

This blow is fatal enough!

Chapter 95: Released from the palace!

Like a magic dragon, the Black God Halberd drew a dark light in the air, piercing Jing Muxi's back with a frightening aura.

Jing Muxi felt the strong breath of death coming from behind, so she had to stop the pace of breaking out, and immediately turned around and crossed her two-handed swords in front of her chest, the sword intent flowed horizontally, and the sword energy danced wildly, trying to resist the fatal blow.

next moment.

The Black God Halberd, like a dragon, let out an ear-splitting roar, and the blade of the halberd directly hit Jing Muxi's two swords.

The violent impact shattered the ordinary sword that Jing Muxi took out, and the other spiritual wood sword also had cracks.

The Black God Halberd had three prongs, the central one was blocked, but the two prongs outside Ling Wai were inserted straight into Jing Muxi's chest.

The almost torrent-like impact and the straight thrust of the halberd blade made Jing Muxi's already severely injured body even more damaged.

"puff!"

His throat was sweet, and another mouthful of bright red blood spewed out.

And his body was also thrown into the sky by this shock, and fell heavily in the distance like a candle in the wind.

"I have to say, I, Li Kexing, the Black God Sect, can resist you for a few minutes with the realm of life!"

Looking at Jing Muxi's still struggling body, the young master Heishen couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding in admiration.

Subsequently.

He waved one hand and said coldly, "Go!"

Jing Muxi fell to the ground, bleeding from more than a dozen wounds on his body, instantly dyed the ground red, his brain was groggy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

After he vaguely heard the words of the young master of the black god, he finally spoke again.

"I fuck your mother."

He didn't know what it meant, but he often heard Ji Pingsheng say it when he was angry, so he wrote it down.

Jing Muxi opened his eyelids with difficulty, shook his head vigorously and looked around.

He saw the young Kun thrown out by him before, lying intact 50 meters away from him.

Except for some messes on Young Kun's body, there was no trace of scars.

After realizing that Baidao's breath was approaching quickly, Jing Muxi took a deep breath, and the burning pain from his lungs made him more conscious.

Subsequently.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the bloody smell filled his mouth. He struck the ground with the tip of his sword, braced himself, and was about to stand up unsteadily.

can.

Before he could stand up, a hand pushed him down again.

"That's enough, Jing Osmanthus."

Ji Pingsheng's voice rang in Jing Muxi's ear.

"Really enough."

Jing Muxi opened his blood-soaked eyes, and vaguely saw Ji Pingsheng's figure. He forcibly took a breath and instantly relaxed. There was darkness in front of him, and he fell into a coma.

Ji Pingsheng stared blankly at Jing Muxi who was covered in blood and scars, unable to speak.

He raised his head slowly, and looked at the messy battlefield where the ground was overturned, and he knew how tragic the battle was just now.

For some reason, his heart was as calm as a mirror lake.

God, it turns out that people are extremely calm when they are extremely angry.

The sudden appearance of Ji Pingsheng made everyone slightly stunned, and subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

"Who are you!!!"

Young Master Heishen looked at Ji Pingsheng who had arrived suddenly, and couldn't help scratching his hair impatiently, his tone full of impatience.

I know it is very difficult to get a boundary source, but I don't know how to go out alone, right?

Ji Pingsheng glanced at the young master Heishen indifferently, and did not reply, but walked slowly to You Kun's side.

He bent down, picked up the young Kun, walked back to the original position, and put it beside Jing Muxi.

"Damn girl, this time you've done your big brother a bad job."

After Ji Pingsheng pinched You Kun's face, he got up and walked towards the demon monks.

In half a circle around him, there are more than 100 magic monks.

And [-] meters in front of him is Li Kexing, the young master of the Black God who is wearing the White God Armor and holding the Black God Halberd.

After Ji Pingsheng glanced around the demons, his eyes stopped on the young master of the black god.

"My name is Ji Pingsheng, the suzerain of the Shangqing sect, who will die first?"

Ji Pingsheng's faint voice seemed to come from the abyss, reaching everyone's ears.

"Insanity!"

The young master of the Black God froze for a moment, then laughed angrily and said, "I've never heard of such a shabby sect! You've even lost one of them and you're here to die. I'll grant you!"

"Come on, directly encircle and kill!"

After a brief pause, more than 100 demonic monks attacked Ji Pingsheng from all directions.

They were afraid that Ji Pingsheng would suddenly come and wipe them out with a sword.

But after seeing Ji Pingsheng empty-handed, he was no longer afraid.

It's not a sword cultivator, but an ordinary five-element realm monk, who has a fart!

The black demonic energy covered the sky, pressing towards Ji Pingsheng like a huge demon's palm.

Looking at the demonic energy rushing towards him, and the many demonic monks surrounding him, Ji Pingsheng suddenly smiled.

Blood rage and murderous intent were hidden in the laughter.

"It's a good time to try your supernatural powers!"

Ji Pingsheng didn't move, turned his palms over, stood three inches in front of his chest, and pinched a formula.

This is a very simple formula, a formula that a monk will know.

But almost no one uses it.