Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 32 Fierce Battle
Jiang Qing heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, but he didn't turn around in a hurry. He raised his sword to kill another person. He turned around slowly and made a sword gesture. Three green rays reappeared, cutting off all the sharp spikes.

Nine people surrounded him, and now only four were left!

"Is this a witch beast?!" Jiang Qing finally saw the evil creature's appearance clearly, and saw that it had green eyes and red teeth, a leopard head and bear paws, and its black skin was covered with poison sacs.

"You are a member of the Grass Witch Cult!" Jiang Qing looked at the horse-faced man and shouted coldly.

"It's you, sir!" The horse-faced man cursed and cast a magic seal to assist the witch beast in attacking Jiang Qing.

"Break!" The third-turn Qingfeng sword shot out, and the fire spirit pendant on Jiang Qing's waist flashed a red light. Dozens of red sword qi intertwined to form a sword net, which firmly clasped the body of the witch beast.

"Roar!" An indistinct wail uttered from the witch beast's mouth. Large pieces of flesh and blood were cut off by the sword net, and blood gushed out immediately. A white and green heart on its chest was blocked by a layer of flesh membrane, and was faintly visible.

"Ha!" Jiang Qing sneered and took back the flying sword.

He first waved his sword a few times to knock back the horse-faced man's seal, then used his sword to pry open another monk's demon-subduing pestle, and then quickly approached and stabbed the monk's heart through!

There are three left!

The horse-faced man panicked and threw the seal at Jiang Qing again.

"Explode!" Jiang Qing's face changed drastically, and the restriction on his white cloud robe lit up rapidly. It was already operating at its maximum, and he finally avoided the center of the magic weapon's self-explosion.

The horse-faced man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura became even weaker. It was feared that his foundation was damaged.

When the smoke cleared, Jiang Qing's white cloud robe had been blown into a pitch black color, and its spirituality was greatly reduced, showing that it had been severely damaged.

Before he could even catch his breath, the witch beast had already approached him, and the poison sacs all over its body burst instantly, emitting foul-smelling black blood and pus that were about to soak Jiang Qing through and through.

"You thief, you'll be scolded by your senior brother again when you go back."

At this time, Jiang Qing wiped his storage bag, and the precious mirror changed to a square of ten feet in radius, protecting him.

The black blood and pus splashed onto the precious mirror, scalding it and producing a burst of white steam.

Both sides moved quickly. Jiang Qing's sword gestures were very fast. The power of the flaming sun on the three-turn Qingfeng sword rose again and shot directly at the witch beast's head from behind the treasure mirror.
The pupils of the witch beast's eyes swelled, and in an instant the whites of the eyes were squeezed out, occupying the entire eyeball. Then two black lights shot out from the eyes and hit the blade of the third-level Qingfeng sword directly;
The horse-faced monk took out another inkstone, gritted his teeth and used all his spiritual power to make the inkstone glow brightly. He took the opportunity to rush straight towards the Baoguang Mirror. The other two monks, one took out a Xuanhuang Pagoda and the other used the Demon-Suppressing Ruler to follow closely.

Two black lights hit the sword, and most of the flaming power on the Third Turn Green Blade Sword dissipated, but the sword's momentum remained unchanged.

The thin layer of flesh in front of the witch beast's heart could not provide any protection at all. In a moment, a sword stained with large amounts of black blood flowed out of the witch beast's body.

"The heart blood of this witch beast will pollute the magic weapon!" Jiang Qing thought to himself that something was wrong. The three-turn Qingfeng sword seemed to be drunk and stumbled. It could no longer be used as it was before!
The flying sword couldn't turn around in time, and the inkstone, Xuanhuang Pagoda and Demon-Suppressing Ruler were unstoppable and crashed into the Baoguang Mirror one after another.

There is a reason why mid-grade defensive magic tools are expensive. The horse-faced man is already at the end of his strength, and the other two early-stage cultivators are even worse off. The Baoguang Mirror took such a heavy blow but remained motionless.

"Boom!" There were three more explosions. This group of Black Mountain bandits were unusually decisive, and each of them had a face as pale as paper.

Cracks appeared on the Baoguang Mirror, indicating that it had suffered severe damage.

Jiang Qing was not feeling well either. Although most of the power was borne by the Baoguang Mirror, the shockwaves that came through should not be underestimated.

He couldn't help but cough a few times, accompanied by a dull pain in his internal organs. He knew that his injuries were serious and he was afraid that his internal organs were damaged.

After swallowing a few healing pills, Jiang Qing took back the third-level Qingfeng sword while his opponent was powerless. He cast a Qingfeng spell to remove all the filth on the sword.

It has been nearly ten years since Kang Dabao gave him this flying sword. He has been nurturing it with all his heart every day.

However, at this moment, the spiritual power of the third-level Qingfeng Sword has greatly diminished. Now that it is held in Jiang Qing's hand, he feels extremely unfamiliar with it. His years of hard work have been destroyed, which makes him furious and hates the remaining enemies in front of him!

Jiang Qing gritted his teeth and transformed the Baoguang Mirror back to the size of a palm, hung it on his chest, and jumped out with his sword.

The horse-faced monk was unable to stop him and turned away.

He exploded two magic weapons in a row, and also broke a magic that consumed a lot of energy, but he didn't fall down and still had enough energy to escape. I don't know what kind of secret magic he used, Jiang Qing couldn't catch up with him for a while. The two early cultivators were not so lucky. With empty hands, they couldn't escape Jiang Qing's blue sword.

After two sword strikes, "There is only one left!" Jiang Qing said harshly.

"Why don't you save them!" The horse-faced monk heard the screams behind him and didn't even dare to turn his head. His body trembled and he shouted for help to the group of bandits who were still surrounding Wang Daoqiong.

"Madam Guo, let those bastards go and save the Second in Command first. I'll kill this He family member, and then we'll join forces to fight this kid!"

The dark-faced sturdy man who was the bandit leader did not expect Jiang Qing to be so powerful. In a short while, he had killed nine Black Mountain bandits!
Although He Degong in front of him had a low level of cultivation, he was wealthy. He had a first-grade top-grade defensive magic weapon and a lot of talismans to spend freely. It would take some time to defeat him.

The sixth-level Qi training cultivator who led the crowd to besiege Wang Daoqiong and his gang was a pockmarked female cultivator. She wielded a black silver iron chain, which was actually a top-grade magical weapon, and her methods were very sharp.

Among the eleven people who were surrounded, eight cultivators in the early stage of Qi training were all killed, leaving only three cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training, led by Wang Daoqiong, who were struggling to hold on.

The methods used by Wang Daoqiong and his companions were indeed very simple, and none of the pockmarked female cultivators died.

"Get out!" The pockmarked female cultivator came over to support the horse-faced cultivator and ordered her followers to disperse their forces and instead go towards Jiang Qing. The two sides confronted each other.

Wang Daoqiong and the others felt as if they had been pardoned after hearing this. Who wouldn't be happy to save their lives? They didn't even dare to pick up their companions' storage bags that had fallen on the ground, and took turns to cover each other and evacuated.

"Wang Daoqiong, aren't you afraid of my eldest brother?" He Degong knew that it was futile to say this. Both parties were just exchanging benefits for benefits. Why should others risk their lives for your He family?

But he still couldn't help but speak out in anger. It was rare for Jiang Qing to turn the situation around, but now such a good situation was ruined because of him. How could he not hate him!

As expected, Wang Daoqiong pretended not to hear anything and did not respond at all.

"He Lao Er, save your life first!" The bandit leader's face turned even darker. Losing so many people, even killing He Lao Er would not be worth it. Wang Daoqiong left so easily, which made He Degong hate him even more. His handsome face was already ferocious. What scared him even more was, what if Jiang Qing also left? !

Jiang Qing had no intention of leaving. If Kang Dabao and Yuan Jin were here, they would have run away long ago.

As the third junior brother, he is not at all like his two cowardly brothers in this respect.

"You can't become a swordsman just by sitting at home." Jiang Qing remembered what he had said to his senior brother, the head of the sect.

The injury to his internal organs was difficult to suppress for the time being, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The third-level Qingfeng sword was stained by filth and was no longer as effective as before. The white cloud robe and precious light mirror were both severely damaged. "I will definitely be taught a lesson by my senior brother when I go back this time!"

"Kill first, talk later!" The third-turn Qingfeng sword shot out from Jiang Qing's hand into the air again, the red light of the Fire Spirit Pendant reappeared, and the sword net was intertwined in a moment, and this time the range was even wider than last time!

The pockmarked female cultivator was unable to stop him in time, so she simply gave up trying to stop him. She used her body skills to avoid the range of the sword net, and three black needles emitting black light shot out from her fingers.

Jiang Qing's face was solemn. This kind of sword net consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Most of the spiritual energy in his body had been used up. He threw out the Baoguang Mirror, which grew to the size of a millstone again, and the cracks on it became deeper.

The five monks covered by Jiang Qing's sword net died instantly. The low-grade defensive magic weapons in their hands helped them delay their death for a moment, and then only a pile of minced meat was left on the ground.

The three black needles of the pockmarked female cultivator pierced through the Baoguang Mirror swiftly, and the latter could only make a loud noise and shattered to the ground.

Jiang Qing narrowly avoided two of them with his agility, and the third one was about to pierce his forehead. The pockmarked female cultivator even showed a look of joy on her face.

But then the fire spirit pendant on Jiang Qing's waist made a slight sound, and a bright fire shield as tall as a person instantly appeared, burning the black needle into ashes.

Jiang Qing had just escaped from danger. Holding the Qingfeng, he was not afraid at all. He charged into the enemy group alone, dodged several magic weapons, and stabbed the throats of two monks in the early stage of Qi training.

"Who is this kid?" The pockmarked female cultivator felt uneasy, and the horse-faced cultivator had a look of panic on his face.

In addition to the bandit leader, the horse-faced monk, and the pockmarked female monk, the only person left among the Black Mountain Bandits was an old cultivator in green clothes at the second level of Qi training, with trembling legs! Who knows if he was able to survive because Jiang Qing had some respect for the elderly?

"Brother, you should do it!" The pockmarked female cultivator had used up all the black needles in her hand. She was holding the rare top-grade magic weapon, the black silver iron chain, in one hand, but she suddenly felt insecure.

She was used to risking her life with others, but when she saw the low-grade flying sword dripping with blood in Jiang Qing's hand, her heart actually began to tremble slightly.

"Damn it!" The black-faced bandit leader was furious when he saw Jiang Qing gasping for breath and confronting the remaining three Black Mountain bandits.

More than a dozen desperate men who dared to risk their lives, and who knows how much spirit stones and energy they had wasted to get together, were actually destroyed by a pretty boy!
The top-grade magic weapon in his hand emitted a ray of azure sword energy, which killed one of He Degong and the other two. Then, without even looking at them, he slashed several ray of sword energy towards Jiang Qing.

He Degong didn't think twice and turned around and ran with his men.

Jiang Qing held the third-level Qingfeng sword and slashed across to meet the several sword auras. The sword auras dissipated and the sword was damaged.

Jiang Qing was pushed back several steps by the sword energy, his knuckles were cracked, and the third-level Qingfeng sword was dyed even redder.

But he couldn't stop yet, as the black silver iron chain of the pockmarked female cultivator whipped over again like a giant python, and the cracks on the three-turn Qingfeng sword became worse again.

Even the bandit leader showed a look of joy on his face. He came quickly and saw a bright blue light on the broadsword. After a moment, it condensed into the shadow of a tiger, which pounced on Jiang Qing with a domineering attitude.

The pockmarked female cultivator had a perfect understanding with him, and the black silver iron chain also hit Jiang Qing's head. The horse-faced cultivator had a pale face and also took out a handful of talismans to help.

The Qingfeng sword turned three times to block the black silver iron chain, but it finally couldn't hold on and broke into pieces. Jiang Qing spat out a mouthful of blood.

The three people on the opposite sides felt relieved. What was there to be afraid of when it came to a swordsman without a sword?

But suddenly he felt the temperature around him rise. Three fire waves stirred up blazing flames and hit the three of them respectively, with an intimidating momentum.

"Does he still have some talismans that he hasn't used up? Are they just three top-grade Fire Wave Talismans? He's just a trapped beast fighting hard!" The three thought at the same time.

When the bandit leader saw his tiger shadow breaking through the fire waves, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, thinking that after killing this kid, he would have to hunt down the second son of the He family.

The second son of the He family has few abilities but is wealthy. Unfortunately, he has just used up many of his life-saving items, which is a bit heartbreaking.

"Brother, be careful!" The bandit leader suddenly heard the pockmarked female cultivator scream in surprise, and then saw a sharp light scatter the shadow of the tiger, pass through the waves of fire, and come straight towards him.

"This kid actually has a flying sword!" thought the bandit leader.

"Damn it, there's no way I can hide!" The bandit leader's face darkened even more. He used a tortoise shell magic weapon to protect himself and sprinkled several defensive talismans before he felt relieved. He thought to himself, "It's just the last gasp of a spent force."

The blade of the Seven Stars Heart-Slashing Sword was hotter than fire. After Jiang Qing used all the magic spells in his hand, he shouted loudly, and the four prohibitions of "sharp", "explosive", "burning heart" and "armor-breaking" on the sword were all activated.

The tortoise shell magic weapon was pierced with a hole the size of a human head and fell to the ground. The bandit leader hadn't even reacted yet, and all he could see was a sea of ​​red!
"Brother!" Er Lian saw the bandit leader's head half cut off by the Qi Yao Heart-Severing Sword.

The horse-faced monk had an expression of great pain on his face, and the pockmarked-faced female monk also had tears streaming down her face, but seeing the two of them, they turned their backs and fled without a second thought.

This killing god, I really don't dare to fight him again! I will come back to avenge my big brother after I have cultivated successfully!

"Huh!" Jiang Qing's eyes were blurred, and Shi Ting's spiritual power had been lost by 99%.

At this moment, his whole body was in great pain, but he still raised his hand, took back the Seven Stars Heart-Severing Sword and held it in his hand, then fell to the ground, holding the sword to recover his spiritual power.

In just half a moment, his condition improved a little, and he began to fly his sword to pick up the magic weapon storage bags scattered on the ground.

"You have to take it back to the head brother. He will be happy! You can avoid being scolded a lot."

　I'm back home now and have a lot to do. If I have time tonight, I'll post another chapter. Thank you for your support.
　　
　
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