Through the dust and sand in the sky, between endless wind blades.

A figure with golden light outside his body was three feet above the ground, and a layer of golden air cover firmly protected it. The virtual appearance of a Xuanwu soldier behind him was whistling to the sky.

Jinghong Shield, who was almost out of breath when fighting with Jiang Ping, had basically restored its unique style of a divine weapon after two years of rest and recuperation.

It was just because Jiang Ping had always regarded it as a tool turtle and refused to deeply integrate with it and accept the inheritance of Jinghong Martial Saint, so the power of Jinghong Shield could not be exerted to its fullest state.

Fortunately, its turtle shell is hard enough, and its Jinghong Shield is both offensive and defensive, so it does a good job in the position of the tool turtle.

The wind blade hit and hit the golden light shield, splashing only ripples.

Judging from that look, if you want to completely break the shield, you must have water grinding skills.

"Jinghong Shield?"

The Supreme Wuju is worthy of being a myth of the world, with a wide range of knowledge. Even if Jinghong Dun has not appeared in the world for a long time, he has recognized it at a glance.

"This is the magic weapon you took away by someone. It turned out to be it, but you have conquered it."

Overview of Wuju Supreme Sentiment:

"I was not born yet when the Jinghong Martial Saint was born, but he had long disappeared when I was born.

It’s a pity that I can’t fight with him, and I will see if the future generations are better than the predecessors.

But it’s just a magic weapon, and it’s not enough to protect you!”

I saw that the Supreme Wuju clasped the palm of his hand, and the gray-white vortex that was constantly rotating and expanding suddenly reversed, and the range began to shrink.

Immediately afterwards, the wind blade in the center of the vortex became denser and more fierce.

Wind blades continued to hit Jinghong Shield's shield with their strength and speed several times that of previous ones.

Bang bang bang!!!

The light shield silently endured a heavy blow.

The Xuanwu soldier soul made a long hissing sound, and the sound seemed to be a little painful.

The cracks on the shield began to appear, the virtual image of the Xuanwu soldier soul became blurred at the same time, and the turtle shell on the back also appeared cracks.

It took two years to heal the mental damage Jiang Ping caused to it.

Now that I haven't come out and show off my face seriously, I ended up being beaten and seriously injured again.

A huge teardrop flowed from the corner of Xuanwu's soldier soul's eyes, which fell down with a bang, turning into a brilliant ball of light and shadow.

Born as a turtle, it is too difficult!

"Come back."

Suddenly, the ruthless slave owner in its heart spoke a sentence that could make the turtle cry.

It seemed that seeing Xuanwu's soldier soul had not moved, Jiang Ping stretched out another hand and repeated:

"return."

That's right!

The soul of Xuanwu soldier did not care whether Jiang Ping could withstand the attack from outside. It turned into a golden light and drilled into Jiang Ping's body.

Now, it will never come out if it is beaten to death.

As for whether the owner outside dies, it's nothing to do with it.

If it weren't for the lack of strength in the first place, the pressure would not be too strong, and he would have been defeated and would have become a younger brother.

It didn't want to stay by Jiang Ping for a minute, and it had no dignity of a divine weapon at all. It was a string of tears.

When ordinary people get it, they don’t say respectfully worshipping it, at least they are close and friendly.

Only this magical master, except for calling it out to pretend to be a turtle and playful, was probably like this one who would be beaten.

I think that Xuanwu, as the soul of Jinghong Shield, has a stunning inheritance, and has nowhere to display it.

How miserable is the word!

"Um?"

When Supreme Wuju saw that Jiang Ping took the initiative to give up his defense, he couldn't help but exclaim.

However, although Jinghong Shield disappeared, there was no less golden light on Jiang Ping's body.

Those seemingly invincible wind blades hit him, just cutting his robe, revealing his fair skin and a series of light gray marks cut by the wind blade, which could not cause any damage to him.

The combination of the hardness of the Arhat's golden body and the vitality of the Qing Emperor's Age of Life, plus the various strange martial arts "The True Sutra of Eternal Life·Cancer", may be lacking in attack, but in terms of saving lives, it is definitely the best in the world.

Especially under Jiang Wuqing's urging, there was no loss of power, which made his body harder than ordinary famous tools.

Although these wind blades are strong, it is impossible to break through his physical defense in a short time.

As for why I wanted Jinghong Shield to come out just now.

It was entirely because Jiang Wuqing was negotiating with Jiang Ping just now and didn’t have much energy to pay attention to external affairs.

And Jiang Ping finally tasted the bitter fruit he sowed after using Jiang Wuqing as a tool and personality again and again.

Time goes back to the time when Jinghongdun appears.

In a brilliant galaxy.

Countless stars are shining, and Jiang Ping is in it.

He was counting stars boredly with a pillow in his hand. A 360-degree video window opened next to it, and the window revealed the situation that appeared outside.

It is completely live broadcast, so that he can go out to control the situation at any time. If conditions permit, he also wants to pretend to be a fool.

But this time it's a little different.

Jiang Ping looked at Jiang Wuqing, who suddenly appeared in front of him and had no expression on his face.

"If you don't go out and fight me, why are you here to find me?"

"Damn!"

Jiang Ping immediately reacted.

"You want to mess with me first!"

Jiang Wuqing still had no emotional fluctuations, but his contempt for Jiang Ping was very clear.

"I am the one who is most suitable to control this body."

"Okay, you are the most suitable one."

Jiang Ping saw a wind blade outside hitting a long sword standing up on the ground, and the sword body was shattered directly, and more wind blades were constantly attacking behind him.

"Our affairs will be resolved later. You go out and finish this fight first! If your body is broken, we will be burping together."

“No.”

Jiang Wuqing waved his hand and saw a huge turtle swimming happily in the galaxy, involuntarily being caught by a giant hand and thrown out.

Then, a golden light flashed outside the body, and the Jinghong Shield appeared to block all attacks.

"No one will bother us now."

Jiang Wuqing stared at Jiang Ping, who was stunned and said word by word:

"Give me your body, and I will replace you to become the strongest warrior in the world!"

"You completely abandon its innate talent!"

"I can feel the potential in this body, and you have never controlled one-tenth of it!"

Jiang Ping scratched his head and said speechlessly:

"I'm careless. If you don't talk about martial ethics, you'll be here to launch a sneak attack on me."

"We can't finish the conversation first. Let's find a good day and have a good chat. Maybe I will agree to share your health with you.

Then you work during the day and I work at night, and we will divide the work with each other.

But I'm very embarrassed if you mess with me like this now."

Jiang Wuqing could beat him down with one hand, but Jiang Ping was not panicked at all.

Jiang Wuqing said lightly:

"This is my best opportunity. Only in this case will you not lock me back."

“The more I appear, the less you will tolerate my existence.”

"Don't lie to me, I'm you, you can't hide your ideas from me."

"Let me survive!"

In the last sentence, Jiang Wuqing rarely reveals a trace of emotional fluctuations.

It was the smell of sadness.

Jiang Wuqing looked around and saw countless stars rushing over, dragging their fiery light tails, as if they wanted to destroy all the existences that blocked them.

And they have only one goal at this moment, that is himself.

This is Jiang Ping’s spiritual world!
Chapter completed!