Hokage: You call this Taijutsu?

This crane spirit is very ungrateful. Qinghe had just pulled away from him, and the other party was like a sticky bean bag, not giving him a chance to breathe at all.

"So fast!"

This crane spirit is obviously different from the previous spirits. Its speed is very ridiculous. If it weren't for the existence of the inner eye, Qinghe might not even be able to dodge the first wave of wind blades.

But despite this, he is also in some danger at this moment.

While moving around, Qinghe didn't pay attention and finally missed it.

A wind blade blew toward his head. Although he could clearly see the direction of the attack, he was unable to dodge because his technique was old.

Gritting his teeth, Qinghe leaned back and relied on the inertia of his body to forcefully convert the brain injury into a chest injury.

With a muffled sound, the powerful impact of the wind blade was transmitted to Qinghe's body.

Qinghe gritted his teeth and used this strength to pull his body away again, thus escaping from the opponent's attack circle.

Thump thump thump, he took seven or eight steps back, which could be regarded as completely releasing the force.

But even with his perfect handling, his lungs still received a big shock.

At the same time, the cutting property of the wind blade opened a wound directly on his chest.

The blood stained his clothes red, so he simply took off his clothes, revealing his strong and white muscles.

As soon as he touched it with his hands, the natural energy was like a thread, quickly sealing the wound. At the same time, waves of coolness and itching were transmitted to Qinghe's brain.

His physique is too strong, and with the previous training, this wound will probably heal in a short time.

But it wouldn't do to continue to be beaten like this. Qinghe's mind changed rapidly, thinking about ways to break the situation.

He Jing was also a little surprised. He had never seen a person's skills reach such a high level.

Just relying on skill can actually weaken a powerful skill to such an extent.

You know, if it were the tiger spirit on the upper level, the wind blade would be enough to cut off its upper body.

However, for this human being, this wind blade only caused him slight injuries.

From the looks of it, the injury is still recovering quickly.

What a powerful body this is!

He Jing put away his contemptuous thoughts. This was the first time in so many years that he met such an interesting challenger.

"Boy, be careful!"

I saw the crane spirit flapping its wings, and phantoms appeared around it. Soon, eight phantoms occupied an area of ​​100 meters in radius, surrounding Qinghe.

Qinghe only felt his scalp numb, as if a big word "death" appeared on the top of his head.

Can't hide, absolutely can't hide.

Although the inner eye can clearly see that these eight phantoms are fake, the real body switches between these phantoms too quickly.

Hundreds of thousands of miniature wind blades came like a sudden storm, blocking all the angles Qinghe could use to evade.

The size of a single wind blade was only half the size of the one that hit his body before, but it couldn't stand the large number.

No matter how strong his recovery ability was, if so many wind blades blew over him, he would definitely be chopped into pieces without any trace of fat left.

At this time, he didn't want to keep any trump cards. Natural energy swarmed out, and the dark blue armor directly surrounded Qinghe like an iron barrel.

The dense wind blades hit it like raindrops hitting tiles, making a tinkling sound.

Now that it was all open, Qinghe no longer held back, his eyes were locked on the true form of He Jing, and he rushed over in one stride!