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Chapter 280 Injury Chang Ying

Jiang Su frowned lightly, holding a heavy knife in his hand, he turned around and slashed with the long sword of the attacker.

"Ding--"

The swords collided, and the cold and murderous aura of the heavy sword collided with the sharp and sharp aura of the long sword, causing a huge wave of air.

The clothes of the two of them were fluttering, and their black hair was swaying melodiously behind them.

"Chang Ying?" Jiang Su recognized this sword cultivator. He was the one who pointed the sword at her neck when she first came to the small world.

The white-robed swordsman's face was full of anger, and his eyes showed disgust and disdain for the woman in green, "Jiang Shu, how come you still have the face to return to Taixu Sect?"

Jiang Su tugged at the corner of his lips, with a smile on his face. He jumped up with the knife in both hands and slashed it down from above. The sword was invisible but powerful, "Haha, I am from Taixu Sect, why can't I come back?" ?”

"boom--"

Jiang Su planned to use Jiang Shu's body to die here, but he definitely didn't want to be stabbed through the heart by this idiot who didn't know where he came from.

She borrowed Jiang Shu's body to resurrect her soul, so she owed this man a share of karma. Therefore, it was necessary for her to help Jiang Shu settle accounts with these "comrades".

She put all her spiritual power on her two feet, and held the heavy knife in her upper body in an erratic manner. Then with the inertia of turning the knife, her whole body turned into a part of the heavy knife. The person moved with the knife, and the knife fell on others.

The knife wanted to kill someone, and she complied with the knife's wishes.

"boom--"

Chang Ying noticed that the aura around the woman in green suddenly surged, and the aura that burst out was different from that expected in the foundation building stage. He frowned and thought something bad in his heart, "Jiang Shu's sword skills are not from the sect. Could it be that she is at the foot of the mountain?" What kind of Cave Heaven Paradise and Sword Dao inheritance have you encountered?”

The white-clothed swordsman pinched the sword technique with his hand and summoned the sword wind three hundred, which turned into white light for a moment. In an instant, his sleeves were blown by the wind. As the sun fell on the silver sword, he suddenly faced Xuan Hei. Stab with a heavy knife.

Jiang Su raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile in his eyebrows deepened.

He wanted to use the wind to transform himself into a person, making him as light as the wind to increase the speed of his sword.

UI.

"So, what is the conflict between you and me that makes you want to kill me so much?"

As soon as these words came out, Chang Ying was stunned for a moment.

Is it a contradiction? It seems not.

The next moment, he slashed back with a quick sword, but the woman in green's sword was only faster. He needed to store his spiritual power in his feet and the arm that wielded the sword, but she only needed to store her spiritual power in her hands.

In the way of heavy swords, no matter how fast you swing the sword, it is far inferior to having a booster.

"Thank you Galileo, inertia is really convenient for fighting."

The heavy sword was swung by the strength of her arm, making the sound of wind and the sound of the sword. Qing Yi did not look like a swordsman, but like a fluttering green ribbon wrapped around the black heavy sword.

Jiang Su felt that every pore in his body was opened by this hearty battle, and the flowing blood kept shouting, enjoying the last battle of this body.

So how did Jiang Shu die?

How could he have his internal organs smashed into pieces and turned into a pot of paste on the competition stage in front of the Tibetan Armed Forces Pavilion?

Now Jiang Su has completely tested it out. This Chang Ying has no ability to shatter her internal organs. How can a Jindan cultivator achieve such a level of cultivation?

The Taixu Sect has a barrier, and there will be no outside evil cultivators to attack in front of many fellow disciples.

Ruan He's attitude at that time didn't seem like he knew about this. In everyone's eyes, Jiang Shu was just suppressed by Chang Ying, and was easily pinned to the ground and beaten violently.

But Jiang Shu is indeed dead.

Therefore, there must be someone in this sect who harbors deep malice towards this swordsman nun who wears green clothes, is taciturn, and lives alone, and she must be killed.

And this person cannot reveal his identity yet.

Amidst the confusion of thoughts, the swords collided and polished sparks. The tinkling sound was clearer than the stream, but more deafening than the sound of gongs and drums.

"Pa—" The heavy sword suddenly moved horizontally. Instead of facing the enemy with the blade, he used the thick blade to strike away like a white-robed swordsman.

Just one hit!
Chang Ying was swatted to the ground like a mosquito with his sword attached.

"啕——" He curled up and spat out large mouthfuls of bright red blood. His arm muscles couldn't bear the shock after the explosion and kept trembling.

His eyes widened, filled with disbelief. All of this seemed like a nightmare.

"How is it possible...how could I be hit by Jiang Shu...this is impossible!"

He struggled to turn over and tried to get up holding the sword, but the hands holding the sword were shaking like chaff.

Jiang Su walked towards him unhurriedly, looking down from a high position, with a smile on his lips, and his slender eyebrows were like crescent moons.

You should always look up and see the crescent moon.

He hadn't seen this smile for many years. He remembered that Jiang Shu had always liked to laugh. When she was in the village, she would smile even when the puppy wagged its tail at her.

He hasn't seen this smile since the two met again in Taixu Sect... Why?

Didn't they have a baby kiss? I didn't hate this little sister before, so why would I want to fight to the death with swords now?

Jiang Su didn't say much. When he was dazed, he raised the knife above his head with both hands, swung it round, and slapped the sword cultivator hard on the arm with the blade of the heavy knife.

"Ah——" Chang Ying screamed in agony.

"Jiang Shu, you!"

Jiang Su ignored his pain and stepped on the man's face a few more times.

If you engage in sect bullying, I will kill you.

Chang Ying could no longer feel the existence of his arms. He looked at the mush that had been shattered into a pile of blood and flesh, and two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The sword cultivator's hand was gone.

"My hand...you destroyed a sword cultivator's hand."

Jiang Su didn't take it seriously. He held the heavy sword in his hand and started to look around, "Don't you still have a mouth? Keep fighting with the sword in your mouth."

"By the way, where are the others? Why are you here alone? I remember there are a lot of people who don't like me. Since they don't come out, I'll just call them by name."

Chang Ying fainted aside and stopped speaking.

Jiang Su cleared his throat and said with great energy, "Ruan He, come out."

"It's time for the guy from this sect to come out too. I'm very angry now. You actually set the reward amount for me at five hundred medium-grade spiritual stones. It's too little. You're looking down on me." "

She put her hands on her hips and completely released her killing intent in the open space in front of the Tibetan Armed Forces Pavilion.

"Da da--"

At the right time, the monks from the Taixu Sect filed out and stood under the competition stage, surrounding the entire Tibetan Armed Forces Pavilion and the competition stage on three levels inside and three outside.

If Jiang Su hadn't seen the expressions on their faces clearly, she would have misunderstood that these people wanted to watch her compete, and she would show them her skills even if she didn't say anything.

Suddenly, they made way for a Xuanyi monk.

The man held a scimitar in his hand, stepped forward, raised his head slightly, and looked into the eyes of the woman in green, with a trace of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.

The two people's eyes faced each other, and the sword intent spurted out from their bodies at the same time. It was because ice and fire did not mix, and a fight was about to break out.

"Your Excellency, what's your surname?" Jiang Su asked proactively.

"You don't know who I am?" the man said rather strangely.