Using the left hand to wield a sword is indeed a big problem for ordinary swordsmen, but it is not a problem for Jing Shifang.
After a few rounds, I have already adapted to this.
After understanding the details of the Demon Mud Body, Jing Shifang Jianlu became more patient and careful, kept his composure, and gradually created opportunities before he pounced hard and bit off a piece of his flesh.
There are more and more sword wounds on the fat man's body. Although they are not serious, when accumulated, they are still stained and scarred, which makes people feel heart-stopping.
There were loose pieces of flesh and blood hanging in many places on his body, like a rotting corpse, which was disgusting.
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With a flash of cold light, another finger of the fat man was cut off, and the mace in his hand shook a little, almost losing his grip.
"Why don't you use your so-called magic mud body to repair it? If this continues, you will lose even one finger."
Jing Shifang chuckled softly, and the sarcasm on his face made the fat man furious.
The fat guy never expected that with the characteristics of his demonic clay body, he could restrain the magic of his sword and still be unable to defeat his opponent's swordsmanship.
Jing Shifang's swordsmanship has gotten rid of the barriers, and there are no traces of axe. He has accumulated an advantage inadvertently, and then transformed it into a victory on the field. However, the fat man tried all his methods and could not break through the layers of sword curtains. .
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Three more fingers were cut off. The fat man could no longer hold the mace and couldn't help but scream.
¡°So you know pain, I thought you had completely lost your sense of pain.¡±
Without the weapon, the fat man raised his palms in a row, and the black clouds gathered, activating all the true energy and bombarded out.
Jing Shifang either teased or pushed, avoiding the giant palms one by one, and used a sword. There was an extra sword hole in front of the fat man's forehead, which penetrated the front and back.
With such an injury, the fat man is still alive. The vitality brought by the demon mud body is indeed powerful and terrifying.
"Don't be complacent, you won't be able to survive even if I die Ho ho, I won't live long anyway I will transform into a demon pool and die with the enemy!"
The fat guy¡¯s voice became softer and softer, until later he was almost mumbling to himself, his voice as loud as a mosquito.
Jing Shifang was startled and subconsciously stepped back.
With the fat man as the center, the violent Yuan Power gathered and shrank and swept across in an unrivaled manner. The sound was so huge that it could no longer be caught with ears. It resounded thousands of miles away, and a mushroom cloud wrapped in black and gray light shot straight into the sky. . The next moment, hundreds of tons of black cement were thrown up, trying to submerge and swallow everything.
retreat!
Jing Shifang only had this word in his mind, and the Hongzang Renxu technique was running wildly, and he was ten feet away in an instant.
He did not expect that the fat man would self-destruct so decisively, and he did not expect that the self-destruction of the demon mud body would produce such earth-shattering power.
By the time the violent Yuanli caught up, he had already retreated nearly a hundred feet, and his power was more than 70% weaker than the center point.
Poof!
Like a giant hammer hitting his chest hard, Jing Shifang could clearly hear the crisp sound of his ribs cracking, and he flew out weightlessly.
Then he hit an ancient tree hard, spurted out another mouthful of blood, and slid down the trunk.
Jing Shifang grabbed the branch to avoid falling into the quagmire. He took a few deep breaths and used his arms to bring himself back to the ancient tree.
"It's so scary One step at night, and I will be shattered into pieces and buried in the Black Swamp Forest with him"
The fat man¡¯s self-destruction caused an obvious giant crater to appear within a radius of several hundred feet, and even two ancient trees with deep roots that had grown for an unknown number of years were overturned.
This storm of energy swept away all the belongings of the fat man. When Jing Shifang returned to the center, he saw black mud spreading from all sides. The original mounds completely disappeared and turned into a quagmire.
Jing Shifang scanned twice and found nothing, so he made plans to retreat. Such movement would inevitably attract the attention of other warriors in the Black Swamp Forest, and he was in no position to resist in his current state.
"Hey, what is that?"
A wooden house was revealed on an overturned ancient tree. It was not made from imported materials, but dug directly from the tree trunk.
The ancient trees were overturned by the violent energy, and the wooden house was in a mess, with no original layout visible. After kicking away a few clutter, I saw a black gold book under a wooden shelf, half of it exposed.
Jing Shifang swung his sword and the bookshelf broke into several pieces. He easily picked up the black gold book.
The Great Demonic Mud Secret Sutra is a fourth-grade body-training technique.
The first line of writing on the home page of the Black Gold Book was enough to make his heart beat loudly.The books were stuffed into the Qiankun Ring and left quickly.
After a cup of tea, three men in white robes stepped up from the air, their entire faces covered under their robes and hats. The prismatic dark red marks on their foreheads glowed faintly, making them particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
"The fluctuation of true energy is at the peak of Tianyuan Realm or even higher, close to the Yin-Yang Mirror level."
"The duel time left roughly a quarter of an hour ago."
"No specific traces of the battle were left. It is inferred that one of them blew himself up and died, destroying the battle scene."
The three men in white robes met their eyes and made a quick judgment.
"Ignore it and continue searching for the whereabouts of the Gu Yue Dynasty messenger!"
Jing Shifang restrained his breath and crossed the mounds, fearing that the bandits would be startled again.
If another group of thieves of the same level come, he will definitely die and there will be no room for resistance.
It seemed that the goddess of luck was back on his side. He escaped for dozens of miles without running into anyone. He even found a hidden spot formed by tangles of vines and hid in it with a bend of his body.
The shoulder blade of his right arm was shattered and displaced, two ribs on his chest were broken, the true energy in his body was turbulent, and his meridians were completely damaged.
"This time is really miserable. It won't take three to five months to recover. It's unknown whether we can walk out of the Black Swamp Forest alive in our current condition"
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out out of the Qiankun Ring was a piercing pain in the meridians. I took out a mild healing elixir from the Qiankun Ring and swallowed it in one gulp. In the current situation, we can only take it step by step and get better little by little.
Enduring the severe pain, I moved the dislocated bones back to their original state. My face was like gold paper, I was sweating profusely, and my whole body was soaked.
The rest is left to the body's own ability to recuperate and recover. With the strength of his body, the broken bones will grow back on their own, and it will only take about ten days.
The trouble is that the meridians in the body are in a mess. Just sorting them out one by one is a huge project.
"If you want to leave here alive, you must have a few healing elixirs on your body from now on. You must not ignore them anymore."
Jing Shifang gave a wry smile. He had many types of elixirs on his body, but there were really none that could be used at this moment to produce immediate results.
Night falls, the moon and stars are scarce;
The rising sun is shining, the dawn is dawning;
One day passed, Jing Shifang stood up and moved his hands and feet. Except that he couldn't use force, he could move normally without any problem.
There is already a slight flow of true energy in a meridian that has been barely opened. Although it is pitiful compared to the heyday, it at least prevents him from being powerless.
"It's too dangerous to walk like this. I'd better wait a few more days until there's someone!"
Jing Shifang held his breath, knelt on the ground, and used his fingers to break apart the vines so that he could see the scene outside.
Heavy and messy footsteps were approaching. The person coming was probably not high in cultivation, but he still maintained a high level of vigilance.
The three men, who looked embarrassed and covered in blood and mud, looked quite alert as they walked, looking around.
"Senior Brother Tian!"
"Shifang, is that you?"
The three of them first drew their weapons and formed a formation as if facing a formidable enemy. Tian Xin immediately recognized the identity of the caller and relaxed.
Several people got into the hiding spot of the vines, and there were many topics to discuss.
Jing Shifang didn¡¯t expect to meet Tian Xin under such circumstances, which was an unexpected surprise.
¡°Senior Brother Tian, ??what¡¯s wrong with your hand!¡±
Tian Xin's left arm was empty, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "It's nothing, it's good to be able to save one life. Let me introduce these two to you. Brother Bai Li of the Shuiyue Sect, and Brother Kuang, the messenger from the Gu Yue Dynasty. "
Bo Li looked at Jing Shifang curiously. He also knew this name very well. He didn't expect to have such a close relationship with Tian Xin.
¡°Senior Brother Tian, ??what¡¯s going on with your mission? Are you the only ones left now?¡±
Tian Xin sighed, and Bo Li took over and said, "Brother Jing, you don't know. Everything went smoothly before we arrived at Black Marsh Forest to pick up Brother Kuang, but after we met, we were attacked and killed heavily. Especially there were three white-robed warriors. , according to Brother Kuang, he is a Dark Flame Warrior from the Mingyan Dynasty, and his cultivation level is incredibly high. If we hadn¡¯t had two rare treasures given to us by the sect before our trip, and Brother Kuang had a magical breath-collecting treasure, we would have met us for the first time. He¡¯s about to be killed.¡±
"Even so, we paid a heavy price. All the other brothers were killed in battle, and Brother Tian broke an arm"
"Shifang, how come you are here?"
Jing Shifang put himselfThe history was roughly explained, and the three of them all changed their faces after hearing it.
Bo Li did not expect that the genius of Wanluo Academy was actually stronger than the rumors. Kuang Xinjiang was surprised. He was obviously disappointed with the strength of the seven sect disciples in front of him.
Tian Xin was choked with emotion and patted Jing Shifang's shoulder heavily, saying nothing.
"Dean Jun Henshui said that a secret messenger from the Gu Yue Dynasty has arrived at Luoxia Pass. Can we pretend to abandon the letter and let the people from the Mingyan Dynasty pick it up? Maybe they will give up the pursuit."
"No! The letter on my body is in Master's handwriting. It is completely different from the content of the contact letter in the dark. It is indispensable!"
The messenger surnamed Kuang spoke for the first time. His face was tightly tied with a gauze scarf, only his eyes were exposed, and his tone was decisive.
Since both messengers are useful, why do you still use light and dark messengers?
Jing Shifang slandered, but of course he didn't express it openly.
"Let's heal here first. Not to mention the dark flame warriors, even the local bandits in the Black Swamp Forest, we can't deal with them now." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)