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Chapter 157 140. Fight!
"How dare you ignore me! Unforgivable!" Sun Meng seemed to be irritated by Jiang Ping's nonchalant attitude.

Sun Meng opened his fingers slightly, and the flying sword that landed behind Jiang Ping seemed to have received some kind of induction, and quickly flew backwards from behind Jiang Ping, intending to attack Jiang Ping from behind and directly pierce his back.

But how powerful Jiang Ping's spiritual consciousness is, how could he be calculated by the other party's trivial calculations.

"Lianshan!" Jiang Ping shouted lightly, and a long sword made entirely of flames emerged in his hand.

With a swing of the sword, a continuous mountain peak appeared above Sun Meng's head out of thin air, and the long sword in Jiang Ping's hand seemed to pass through a khaki circle of light.

Afterwards, the stretching mountain peaks suddenly became smaller, as if they had been compressed, and the shrinking peaks kept changing, finally forming a khaki-colored sword aura, which pierced straight down toward Sun Meng's head.

The flaming long sword in Jiang Ping's hand shattered into a ball of spiritual energy due to the strong vibration of the blade, as for the flying swords that kept attacking behind him.

He didn't care, but quickly moved the demon cloud under him, raising the flying height by a little bit. Jiang Ping didn't think that the other party would have the courage to fight him to the death.

When he released the Lianshan Sword Style, he had already expected that as long as he escaped the opponent's flying sword's first sneak attack, Sun Meng would definitely withdraw the flying sword in order to save his life.

Sure enough, the flying sword that attacked Jiang Ping failed in one blow, and instead of continuing to pursue Jiang Ping, it turned a corner and flew back into Sun Meng's hands.

With the flying sword in his hand, Sun Meng also had some confidence in dealing with the strange sword energy above his head. Now he felt aggrieved and fearful.

He originally thought that a demon cultivator like Jiang Ping, who wanted nothing but nothing, had no advantages other than a strong physical body.

But it wasn't until just now that he realized how outrageously wrong he was. The strength of this mysterious demon cultivator was not even a little bit stronger. Just one magical power of the other party made him waste two defensive talismans.

The swordsmanship that is displayed now is also extremely strange, it can directly condense the vast and scattered sword energy in one point, and the power of this cannot be underestimated.

However, this time, Sun Meng did not intend to use the talisman. After all, talismans are non-renewable, and if one is used, one will be lost, not to mention such a precious defensive talisman.

If Jiang Ping hadn't used the fire tree and silver flower too suddenly, he wouldn't have cast the two defensive talismans directly.

In the current situation, even without the protection of the blood flag, Sun Meng is confident that he can resist Jiang Ping's sword style with his own supernatural powers.

Jiang Ping controlled the Yaoyun to fall slowly, seemingly carelessly, but in fact he focused all his attention on Sun Meng.

As long as he dared to reveal any flaws, Jiang Ping would kill him with thunder without hesitation.

But after all, Sun Meng is also a veteran monk of the Foundation Establishment Realm with rich combat experience. Although he looks a little watery, his combat experience and combat awareness are impeccable.

Jiang Ping opened the Lever of Yinghuo silently, and watched the situation below closely. Now that he has advanced to the Foundation Establishment Realm and achieved the body of a demon commander, the demon power can naturally support the opening of the Lever of Yinghuo for a long time.

Sun Meng holds the blood sword, stands the long sword on top of his head, and reverses the direction of the Big Dipper with his feet. The two kinds of mana, green and red, rise from his ascension and intertwine with each other.

"The Big Dipper of the Heavenly Gang establishes the universe, the Earth Sha turns to the Big Dipper for ten thousand kalpas, and the bloody clothes flutter back to the netherworld. In the end, it is love for ruthlessness!" Sun Meng muttered, and at the same time put his finger on the blade of the sword and stroked it lightly.

The dark red blood flowed out from the wound. Instead of falling down, the blood was pulled up slowly by a force of mana, and finally filled the blood groove on the blade.

"Scatter!" Sun Meng pointed at the khaki-colored sword energy that was slowly falling from the top of his head, and a blood-red gash split in the air in an instant.

The Lianshan Sword Qi displayed by Jiang Ping was instantly swallowed up by this blood-red hole, as if it had never appeared before.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Ping's eyes, but when his bewitching eyes swept over Sun Meng's body, the surprise in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He originally thought that Sun Meng was casting some kind of supernatural power, but Jiang Ping saw it clearly under the illumination of the eyes of Yinghuo.

When the blood-colored crack devoured the sword energy of Lianshan, a ferocious ghost was sucking the blood and essence energy from Sun Meng's body, and at the same time continuously spit black air into Sun Meng's wound.

These black qi come from the Netherworld, and are the most filthy turbid qi in the Infinite Netherworld. These black qi are potent poisons to normal cultivating monks.

This turbid air will not only pollute the monk's dantian, but also affect the monk's state of mind to the point of polluting the Taoist heart.

In the long run, it will make a person extremely murderous, crazy, until he loses his humanity and falls into the endless hell forever.

However, for monks who have practiced evil spells, although these black qi are harmful, they are also a "catalyst" that greatly increases their mana, just like a stimulant.

"Could you be a little professional! Doping for a fight? Shameless!" Jiang Ping slandered, but Jiang Ping was not ambiguous at all when he said it.

Although the opponent used the method of reversing the Big Dipper to attract black energy, he used the power of ghosts in the Infernal Nether to swallow his sword energy.

But the price Sun Meng has to pay is also obvious, that is the bloodthirsty pain of the ghost. Originally, this kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people, but the pain in his body has been completely suppressed by the black energy.

Even though Sun Meng was injured, he became even more excited. Jiang Ping stared at Sun Meng below. Suddenly, a bloody mouth opened on Sun Meng's body, as if he had been scratched out of thin air by a sword energy.

Blood gushed out of it, and Sun Meng's figure froze. Jiang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, how could he miss such a good opportunity, and before the monster cloud under his feet fell, he jumped down and rushed towards Sun Meng below.

"Crazy Lin stepped on the ground!"

Jiang Ping's demonic power sprang out from his body, as if a unicorn roaring up to the sky had formed around him.

The unicorn's eyes were full of anger, and it raised its hooves as if it wanted to crush the ground under its feet.

Just like Jiang Ping who jumped down at this time, he crushed Sun Meng below with a thunderbolt.

Sun Meng below seemed to have become a little crazy because of the stimulation of the black air. He looked up at Jiang Ping, who was constantly coming towards him in the air, and did not dodge.

Instead, he raised his head and roared, with the long sword in his hand across his chest, as if he was about to wrestle with Jiang Ping.

"Is this person addicted to black air? Doesn't he even hide?" Jiang Ping was a little puzzled when he saw this scene.

"But that's good, it saves me a lot of effort! Die!" Jiang Ping couldn't help muttering in the middle of the same link.

"die!"

Following Jiang Ping's yell, his feet stepped hard on the blood sword lying across Sun Meng's chest. The blood sword was pressed into an arc shape under Jiang Ping's feet, pressing hard onto Zhang Meng's chest.

"Crack! Kick!"

The sound of bones breaking was endless, and a large amount of blood spurted out from Sun Meng's mouth, but before the spurt was far, the blood disappeared strangely.

And under the gaze of Jiang Ping Yinghuo Zhitong, he clearly saw the moment when Sun Meng spurted out this mouthful of blood.

The ghost attached to Sun Meng's body and constantly sucking his blood suddenly jumped up, sucking all the scattered blood into its mouth.

Jiang Ping was not idle either, he raised his foot and gave him a few deep kicks in the chest, then clenched his fist with one hand, and the muscles and bones all over his body made crisp sounds.

Like a bowstring being plucked, the power from all parts of the body gushed out, and finally gathered on his fist.

Jiang Ping punched out, "Kirin with broken horns!"

With the breakthrough of his cultivation base, the power of Qilin's broken horn supernatural power has also been greatly improved. Jiang Ping punched directly at Sun Meng's head,

"Bang!" Sun Meng's head exploded directly under Jiang Ping's bombardment, but there was no blood plasma or brain flow.

Sun Meng's shattered head was like a walnut whose core had been hollowed out, leaving only a thin layer of skin.

(End of this chapter)