Chapter 3693

When Xinghuo heard the words of the people of the Great Sun Sect, his expression became extremely ugly... The fault of the Great Sun Sect's mouth, just listen to it, but in fact, another meaning is telling him.

Don't worry about the demons... Then what if the demons are turned upside down? The six sects have ruled Tianlan for countless years. Apart from them, there are even more terrifying existences, which really alarmed them, the demons... ants.

After a long while, Xinghuo suddenly laughed: "His talent, you guys, are you afraid?"

No one spoke.

In the end, it was the people from Qiushui Pavilion who said, "Six sects are six sects after all... The fear is that it is Heiyu Pavilion, Jiang Ting is talented and intelligent, and will break through Huaying in the future, how will Heiyu Pavilion face Jiang Ting's targeting? It's limited to the rules, how to suppress... Fellow Daoist, do you understand?"

Xinghuo nodded lightly: "I have been addicted to the red dust for many years, but I forgot...you, how many benefits did you get from the Black Feather Pavilion?"

No one spoke.

At this time, he reacted.

Even though the old man of Heiyu Pavilion had assassinated his Jindan to death before, it was just a means of numbing him.

The killer move is here.

The Ice Flame Scarlet Flood Dragon is beyond Jiang Ting's ability to resist.

Everything is in line with the rules of the six sects.

Even if he was here, he saw Jiang Ting being smashed to ashes by the Bingyan Red Flood Dragon, and the Black Feather Pavilion was calculating according to the rules. As long as the rules were not violated, the six cases would still be six cases.

Even if you don't resent the fall of the peerless genius in the door... you can only swallow that breath.

After a while, Xinghuo exhaled slightly: "What if I don't agree."

The old man of Heiyu Pavilion showed an ugly smile: "Then, let's vote... Jiang Ting is the younger brother of your Zishuangmen, there are still two votes, do you want to vote?"

Xinghuo did not say anything... Voting was also lost.

Killing the Demon Race in one battle? Unrealistic... I am afraid that everyone here has been persuaded by the black feather pavilion.

The vote this time is not like the previous one... In the previous vote, the old man of Heiyu Pavilion said clearly that he wanted to frame Jiang Ting and the Tianjiao of Zishuangmen. This move is naturally impossible and a taboo.

But now... it makes sense, both emotionally and logically, why should the Six Sect give up the unknown benefits paid by the Black Feather Pavilion?

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West, four thousand miles.

The Bingyan Red Flood Dragon attacked frantically: "It seems that they have given up on you."

Looking at the increasingly unstable light curtain, Jiang Ting's mood sank to the bottom of the valley, and his inquiry has never been answered.

"Heiyu Pavilion has bribed the four sects, I, Zishuangmen, can't support one arm... Boy Jiang, if you hate, if you hate, then hate Heiyu Pavilion... If you can escape, you can only escape. Soul, Patriarch, I will personally find a suitable body for you." Xinghuo's voice, like countless old voices, resounded in Jiang Ting's heart.

Jiang Ting's mood suddenly sank again.

Xinghuo's voice did not stop and sounded again: "Ten Breaths... Fire poison is eroding, although the ancestor still maintains his mana, he can only resist Ten Breaths for you. You...you prepare yourself."

Ten breaths?

After ten breaths, the barrier will be broken?

If it was an ordinary person, he might become horrified at this moment, and he could not help but ask... But Jiang Ting, with just one breath, his mind became calm.

The flame barrier around him, as Xinghuo said, became more and more unstable, and gaps began to appear faintly.

Seeing the change of the flame barrier, the Ice Flame Red Flood Dragon was overjoyed... The attack on the barrier became more and more violent.

In the sky, the wind and clouds changed color, and one after another overcast clouds appeared in the sky, pouring heavy rain, but it came in an instant.

It was not ordinary rain, but the rain brought by the Frozen Scarlet Flood Dragon!

There were some flame barriers that could not be resisted, but after encountering rain, they began to extinguish at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Now it seems that, not to mention ten breaths, I am afraid that it is amazing to be able to hold on to seven or eight breaths.

"I didn't want to use it..."

With a murmur, Jiang Ting tilted his head slightly: "Now it seems, no, it's not possible..."

"Boy, what else can you do?" Bingyan Chijiao sneered while attacking.

In fact, the bottom of his heart is not as disdainful as it appears on the surface.

It's about to succeed, if it falls short at the last minute... I'm afraid I won't be pissed to death.

Immediately, the Bingyan Chijiao saw that Jiang Ting ignored the flame barrier, with a hint of reluctance and unbearableness, and took out a magic sword...many magic swords, the size of the thumb, lined up densely. Floating in front of Jiang Ting.

"Do you want to make this seat happy?" For a while, the Bingyan Red Jiaojiao raised his head to the sky and uttered a dragon roar, revealing countless joys...the joy of being laughed at.

Jiang Ting ignored it, knocked at the magic sword lined up in a row, and remained silent for a short while.

Immediately, the reluctance and reluctance to hide, turned into indifference... With the hook of the finger, many magic swords began to tremble slightly.

Sword formation? Not really.

The magic sword trembled for about half a breath, and strands of electric light appeared from the surface of many magic swords.

After those electric lights appeared, they were not attached to the magic sword, but quietly left the magic sword, and many electric lights were drawn to each other.

In just a breath, the surface of the magic sword no longer had electric light, and the surface of the magic sword lost a little luster, as if it had suffered some kind of trauma.

The electric lights that left the magic sword were intertwined with each other and turned into half thunder.

"What?" The eyes of the still-sized Bingyan Scarlet Flood froze... From the half of the thunder, I sensed countless unease, like the thunder, which was extremely unfavorable to him, and because of this, the continuous fierce attack, Rarely stopped.

Jiang Ting's cultivation base is only a mere territory, so how could the calamity of thunder hurt him?

Jiang Ting stretched out his hand to hold Lei Ting, his expression became cold: "You leave here, you and I are both happy, otherwise, you will probably die here today... After being sealed for countless years, you are struggling to survive, if you die here , it would be too miserable.”

That was the half of the thunder that he integrated into the magic sword.

Now, he used the method of recasting the magic sword before and stripped it out of the magic sword again... As a price, his natural magic sword, the magic sword, has been damaged. It will be reduced by at least 30% to 40%.

Of course, he was rich, and if he was given some time afterwards, he would naturally be able to recover with many cherished treasures, which was not a big deal.

Facing the Frozen Scarlet Flood Dragon, it made no difference whether he used the sword or not.

Therefore, during this period, the sword was not used, even if it was only a loss of a considerable amount of spiritual stones......

"No matter what it is, if it kills you, everything will return to peace." The Bingyan Red Flood Dragon snorted coldly, suppressed his anxiety, and began to frantically attack the flame barrier again.

"Yan Yu... I remember you." Jiang Ting's voice was cold.

The demon possessed by the Frost Flame Scarlet Flood Dragon is named Yan Yu.

"I'm not ashamed to say it." The rain with its own mystery, mixed with the physical attack of the icy flame red Jiao... The flame barrier became extremely dim and obscure.

It seems that there is at most three breaths of time before the barrier will disappear.

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