Chapter 1980

Jinghong noticed that Jiangting was engulfed by space, and his face suddenly showed a smile. Although he didn't know about this scene in advance, he had expected it.

Jinghong was sure that the collapse of the previous space must have been caused by the strong men of Shura clan.

Then, it's time for him to leave. I'm afraid he can't leave now.

As soon as Jinghong turned around, a light of sword suddenly rose from the starry sky.

"Well?" Jing Hong's indifferent face suddenly turned ugly, then suddenly clenched his fist, and a stream of evil spirit began to spread.

There's a strong one coming.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the suddenly rising light of the sword quietly cut through the starry sky, and then gathered ten feet in front of Jinghong, and soon gathered into a figure.

It's amazing to see the man behind the film.

That person's realm is a nine level God... Well, it's really a person.

It's just that what doesn't match the Ninth level God's realm is that the man's coarse linen clothes are not mentioned, and his clothes are rather shabby. If the convergence realm is put in the city, I'm afraid everyone will think that he is a beggar, not a strong one of the Ninth level God.

On the other hand, Jinghong's face became more and more ugly: "this wave... Who are you?"

The figure in coarse linen responded softly: "sword evil."

Jinghong's eyes narrowed slightly: "just you want to block my way out?"

"Enough."

After a pause, the man who called himself sword evil slowly raised his head: "I don't bully you either, so that you Shura people will not say that our people will use force to suppress others... I will converge to the eighth level God."

Startle a Hong instant a fury: "arrogant!"

"You are too conceited."

After a pause, the sword evil began to appear in his hand: "I was in the border just now, and I watched the battle between Jiang ting and you with the most precious treasure... Unfortunately, my master said, Jiang Ting lost his original intention. If not, your nine foot mirror drinking blood is useless to him, and you are not his opponent."

"Kaka kaka..." Jinghong did not respond, but slowly clenched his fist, obviously ready to start.

Sword evil smile: "you are not my opponent."

Then, the sword light rises quietly... The power of the sword light is not too high. If Jiang Ting is still here, he will find that the power of the sword light can't even compare with the fire plume condensed by his wings. The only difference is that there is some fluctuation in the sword light that he can't understand.

However, Jinghong's look changed: "this is... You are about to be promoted to the king of God, it's not fair! It's not fair

"Ha ha, I'm in a state of eight level God, and my power is only eight level God. Why is it unfair?" Sword evil's smile is more serious, sword light is like a river of stars.

"Damn it." Jinghong completely lost the heart of fighting... Not that he was afraid, but that he knew that he was not an opponent. In Shura clan, he once fought with a strong man like jianxie.

Even if they deliberately suppress the realm, but they are about to be promoted to the king of God. Even if they suppress the realm, their perception is by no means comparable to that of other eight level gods and nine level gods.

The same secret skill, cast in their hands, has a different effect of terror, stay here... Will die.

Without hesitation, Jinghong instantly broke the space: "broken!"

Just as the space collapsed, Jinghong ignored the sword light and jumped into the space.

The sword evil moves instantly, turns into a flash of sword light, and then enters the space.

After about three breaths.

Sword evil's body shape appears in the starry sky again, the sword in the hand turns into a touch of sword, the meaning disperses, faintly can see some blood bead is splashing down.

And in the hand of sword evil, there is also a mirror... Nine feet mirror for drinking blood.

Staring at the mirror, the sword evil whispered: "it's worthy of the supreme pride of the Shura people. I surrounded you by means close to the rules and made you escape successfully. If you come to my step, I'm afraid I'm not necessarily your opponent."

"If you run away, you can run away. Turn back to the border and drink blood. The nine foot mirror is a rare treasure... If Jiang Ting can come back alive, he will give the mirror to him as a gift to sit and watch at the border. If he can't come back, he will put it into the treasure house as a reward for his war achievements." A calm voice suddenly rang out.

We can only hear it, but not see it.

The evil face of the sword suddenly said: "master, you haven't left yet? With that sense of transmission, Jiang Ting should have been sent into the territory of Shura people. Can he still come back alive? "

"Continue your way of heart training. If you are not in a hurry this time, you will not be interrupted as a teacher."

At the end of the speech, he became indifferent again: "his strength is not low. In the pride of our human race, his previous strength is enough to rank in the top three. If it wasn't for Jinghong holding a nine foot mirror for drinking blood, the victory or defeat would still be unknown... There has been a tacit understanding among all ethnic groups. If the God King doesn't do it, he may not die, maybe he will become the next Shura God King."

Sword evil slightly frowned: "master, didn't he just say that he had lost his original intention? No time precipitation, no God King's solution, no... how can he be promoted? If he doesn't get promoted, it's almost impossible for him to cross the Shura border. "Later, jianxie shook his head again: "it's nothing. I care so much. I'll continue to practice my mind, master."

The voice fell, the sword evil body turned into a sword light dissipated, and the mirror also lost control and fell into the starry sky... Then an invisible wave rolled over, drank blood nine feet mirror, disappeared without a trace.

...

before 30 breath, somewhere in the sky.

Space suddenly broken, Jiangting self broken space appears... He is in a starry sky.

Of course, it doesn't matter. What's important is that Jiang Ting saw more than 30 shuras here at a glance, and he couldn't tell the difference between them.

He can only see that he is surrounded... Surrounded by the God Shura of more than thirty-eight levels.

A Shura suddenly drank coldly: "how dare you intrude into our Shura territory, kill me!"

These shuras who had been prepared for a long time shot their fists in an instant, and their fists were powerful.

Jiang Ting's eyes suddenly flashed: "looking for death!"

Jiangting had no other action, but directly launched the kingdom of God.

"BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM?

Even the kingdom of God did not dare to attack him.

The first born Shura was shocked in a moment: "how can it be that you are not hurt?"

Jiang Ting didn't answer, but suddenly contracted the power of the kingdom of God... Well, in less than half a breath, more than 30 level 8 gods here died, leaving the one who made the first sound.

But Jiang Ting's figure flashed and approached directly: "where is this place?"

The Shura suddenly became calm: "Terran, you are dead!"

Just as Jiang Ting was about to make a sound, his pupils suddenly shrank... A lot of Shura people's breath.

He sensed that there were dozens of Shura's breath coming here from the East... The lowest were all eight level gods.

Moreover, there was only the breath of Shura, and he did not feel the breath of other races except Shura.