2940: C2940 A Clean Kill

C2940 A Clean Kill

Jiang Ting ignored the attacks from the bamboo stick and the scar-faced man. Instead, he threw himself at the skinny monkey. Being affected by the Yin Qi, his body and magic power, and even being pierced and injured by the Yin Qi, wasn't this the best person to kill?

Why would he give the skinny monkey the time to expel the Yin Qi?

The attacks from the bamboo stick and the scar-faced man were sharp, but unfortunately, Jiang Ting easily dodged them and got closer to the skinny monkey.

The Eclipse Needle split into three again.

"Damn it!" The pale skinny monkey was furious, but he could only dodge to the side. He was fast enough to dodge, because he was on guard.

Three silver lights. Only one ray of silver light hit him, and it only grazed his body. It barely managed to cut open his skin, leaving a trail of blood.

The thin monkey, who had successfully dodged the attack, relaxed. He cursed and cursed as he prepared to counterattack... So what if the magical energy circulation game was obscure? He was not alone.

However...

"Dodge!" The two men with bamboo poles roared.

The skinny monkey looked up and saw that the two men with bamboo poles had condensed fireballs and launched them. It seemed that they didn't have enough time to cast a stronger spell and could only choose to cast the most basic fireball spell.

The skinny monkey, who was cursing, became even angrier. "Are you crazy? You actually attacked me..."

However, before he could finish, the skinny monkey's face became frightened. Only now did he see the whole scene.

The fireball technique that the scarred man used did not attack him. It was Jiang Ting. The two fireball spells were like striking a mountain or shaking a tiger, surrounding the Wei and saving the Zhao.

It was because Jiang Ting had unknowingly approached him, and an iron sword suddenly appeared in his hand, slashing down with a huge shadow.

"Don't..." Facing the incoming shadow, the skinny monkey was subconsciously shocked.

Unfortunately, his shock did not affect Jiang Ting.

With a "Ci," Jiang Ting's iron sword slashed down. With a huge force, it instantly split Skinny Monkey into two and killed him on the spot.

As the price, Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the iron sword. Under normal circumstances, even if his sword could kill Skinny Monkey, it would be impossible for him to split Skinny Monkey into two. After all, the bones in an immortal cultivator's body were not fragile.

The reason was that he circulated his magic power to the edge of the iron sword's blade to increase its lethality. After all, ordinary weapons were only ordinary weapons. Even if he succeeded in killing Skinny Monkey with his sword, ordinary weapons would still reach the limit of their endurance.

Many cracks appeared on the blade of the sword due to the bone. Even the blade of the sword started to become unstable due to the infusion of magic power, and was on the verge of being scrapped.

After killing him with one strike, Jiang Ting did not let his guard down. Instead, he quickly passed by the corpse of the skinny monkey and took the storage bag away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A sound rang out.

It was also at this moment that the fireballs shot out by the two men approached and hit the corpse of the skinny monkey, which hadn't fallen to the ground yet. The body of the skinny monkey was completely destroyed.

If Jiang Ting had hesitated for a moment, the fireball would not have hit the corpse, but Jiang Ting...

The two fireballs, which were shot out by Qi Refining Stage Level 7 and Level 6, hit him solidly. It would not be a problem to kill Jiang Ting.

Bamboo pole and Scarface swallowed their saliva and found it hard to believe. "You... you killed him?"

They suddenly felt that this world was too crazy. Jiang Ting was merely at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Under the encirclement of the three of them, he actually dared to attack first. He even used an ordinary weapon that they had always looked down upon to kill the skinny monkey.

Moreover, cultivators did not use magic to kill people. Instead, they acted like martial artists among mortals?

"Is there a problem?" Jiang Ting played with his storage bag, then slowly hung it on his waist.

He was not in a hurry to organize the spoils of war, so he decided to kill his opponent first.

The bamboo stick and the scar-faced man glanced at each other, then looked at each other in dismay. Only now did they realize that Jiang Ting did not seem like a sheep. He was like a wolf, a wolf that did not look for trouble.

Jiang Ting had dodged the spell so easily that they felt that even if they used other spells, they wouldn't have been able to hit him. Instead, they would have been killed instead.

After a while, the bamboo stick revealed an awkward expression. "Err... it's a misunderstanding. Fellow Daoist, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"What Fellow Daoist? He's clearly the Junior Brother of our Purple Frost Sect!"

The scar-faced man berated and immediately smiled apologetically: "Junior brother, this is all a misunderstanding. Why don't we just let it go?"

Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows. "You're not going to kill me?"

Scarface smiled awkwardly. "Junior brother, what are you talking about? We're all brothers. It's good that the misunderstanding has been resolved."

"Since that's the case..."

After a pause, Jiang Ting said with a bright smile. "Since it is a misunderstanding, why don't we get to the bottom of it?"

After dividing his attention, he finished circulating his magic power. He cast the Fire Cloud Sword, and a three meter long flame Longsword with blazing heat instantly hacked down.

"Damn it!" Scarface and the other man were instantly enraged. They didn't expect that Jiang Ting would fight them with his life on the line if they chose to take a step back. Did they really think that they were afraid?

Without any explanation, the two of them wanted to dodge to the left and right.

However, Jiang Ting suddenly attacked, taking the role of a sneak attack. How could they completely dodge?

Rumble... Along with the explosion, the flame Longsword hit the ground. The terrifying flames instantly ignited the surroundings. The huge power even brought out waves of flame waves.

Jiang Ting looked at the small sea of fire and sighed, "My cultivation base is still too low. If I could form three flame swords at the same time, they would already be dead."

The bamboo stick and the bamboo stick were still alive. He could clearly sense their auras.

As expected.

When the dust settled and only flames remained, Jiang Ting could also see them clearly. Not far away... his flame Longsword had created a huge crater that was nearly two Zhang deep in the ground.

Although the scar-faced man avoided the sharp edge of the flame Longsword, he was sent flying by the shockwave. His clothes were all burnt up. ... Although he wasn't dead yet, he was still heavily injured.

As for which bamboo pole... Jiang Ting's pupils shrank the moment he saw the bamboo pole.

The bamboo pole stood in a semi-transparent large bell. Flames and whatnot couldn't enter the large bell at all. This was the second time he had seen the translucent bell.

The first time was when he had yet to start cultivating and kill the black-robed man.

But this second time... in the emergency of his sneak attack, the bamboo pole would not have been able to use magic in time. Then, the bamboo pole would have used a talisman!

A one-time prop charm. That bamboo pole was really willing!

Jiang Ting did not think about it. If he did not use the talisman, he was afraid that he would not be far from death. If he died, would he give away his spoils of war? Even an idiot would not make such a choice.

The bamboo pole trembled. "You deserve to die!"

He was furious.

As for Scarface, he had already left the range of the sea of fire. His entire body was covered with a lot of soil... He was not dead yet. His entire body was black and his hair was all burnt up.

"I'm going to kill you, ahhhh!" The scar-faced man roared with extreme anger. He flipped his wrist and took out a... bead from his storage bag?

A silver and red coloured bead.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze. Jiang Ting could feel the endless pressure and the fear of death.2

He was not afraid of death, but he was only a seventeen year old young man. When death was about to arrive... His mind was calm, but his body could not bear it.

It was the fear and terror that came from his body towards death.

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