Seeing that Jinghong Shield suddenly seemed to have a chicken blood, absorbing all the attacks, and at the same time, the golden light was shining, making people unable to see the situation inside.

There is also the danger feeling that lingers like a dark cloud covering the roof.

The great masters of the righteous path who had originally wanted to use a soft knife to kill Jiang Ping and Qiye suddenly had a warning in their hearts.

Intuition tells them that if they don’t do something quickly at this time, they will most likely suffer some unwillingness to face next.

"Tele your best!"

An old man with long gray hair danced wildly with long hair, and a spear in his hand danced like a silver snake, showing his crazy state.

Behind him was a huge phoenix figure, surrounded by birds.

Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix!

With a shot, the phoenix roared high, spread its wings and pounced down, and the flames rose and burned the void.

The king among this bird shows his king's power at this moment.

At the same time, the old man spewed out a mouthful of blood, and blood rain fell all over the ground.

The battles have long put him on the verge of limits, and the resilience shown by Jiang Ping is even more amazing. He only had a moment of breathing, which was not enough to restore his injuries.

At this moment, he forced his skills and released his ultimate move, which directly caused him to get more injuries.

After this mouthful of blood, he would have to live for at least ten years.

But even so, his eyes were more not about anger and sadness, but about a speechless fear.

Because they were so familiar with that aura.

Just now, they fought with him, and tried their best to kill him without any effort. In the end, he was not afraid of the power of heaven and waved his sword to heaven, and then he was defeated on the spot.

So to be precise, it was not the combined efforts of these great masters who defeated him, but God.

It is Tianwei who beats human power.

But if he recovers, then in their current state...

The gray-haired old man dared not think about it.

When they really arrived at that time, they were afraid that they would have to be martyred, which was destined to be the martial arts world where the demons would rise and disappear. The world would be destined to be ruled by the demons for a hundred years.

"kill!"

The questions that gray-haired old people can think of can naturally be thought of by others.

So at this time, even if the power in their bodies has been squeezed to the limit, they cannot retreat.

Even if you burn your life, you can't make them successful.

So why did they hit Qiye with the last blow just now? Jinghongdun also enjoyed it once.

Dong!

A huge roar rang in the air.

Jinghong Shield, which could support a golden light curtain just now, shrank into a golden ball at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, I reached the limit of Jinghong Shield.

You can even see two figures hugging each other tightly in the golden ball.

The feeling is that if you move forward one inch, you can instantly enjoy the enthusiasm of dozens of great masters.

And the thirty breaths that Li Jiangping had to block Jinghong Shield, but only a breath had passed.

hold head high!!!

Above the golden light ball, the Xuanwu soldier soul shrank, but its voice became louder.

With a whine that I don't know whether to cry or cry.

Scale like tortoise shell appeared around the golden light ball.

These tortoise shells are connected, directly wrapping the golden light ball into the form of a scale tortoise egg.

Bang bang bang!!!

One ultimate move hit the scaled turtle egg, making a muffled sound, and then cracks on the scaled armor began to appear, as if they would break open at any time.

But every time this time, the Xuanwu soldier soul would wail, and a golden light would flash across its body.

The cracks exposed on the scaled tortoise eggs will heal quickly.

At the same time, the body of Xuanwu Soldier Soul will be more illusory.

It is a magic weapon no matter how you say it is. Ordinary people can dominate the world with it.

If Jiang Ping is willing to merge with it and accept the inheritance of Jinghong Martial Saint.

There are people present who count on one. Whoever can break its turtle shell will not be a turtle on the spot.

Unfortunately, Jiang Ping didn't care about these things at all, which led to Jinghongdun being in a very awkward state and could only occasionally appear as a tool turtle.

Therefore, in the face of Jiang Ping's promise, Xuanwu's soldier soul fought for the life of this turtle.

Its owner, Jinghong Wusheng, saved it until now, not to make it happy when it is a pet turtle, but to have an important mission.

It’s a pity that it met Jiang Ping, a strange creature who doesn’t take the magic weapon seriously, so that its mission ended before it even began.

Now there is a chance to leave Jiang Ping and start its mission again, so it will naturally fight for its life.

As for why it will be easier to gain freedom without waiting for Jiang Ping to be beaten to death.

Of course, Jiang Ping did not give it this opportunity from the beginning. When it took a lot of effort, Jiang Ping had already left a mark in the depths of its soul.

When Jiang Ping died, it had to be damaged as its soul was silent and had to wait a hundred and eighty years before it could be reborn.

By then, the daylily will be cold.

Therefore, it would rather damage its vitality and damage its origin, and then persist in these thirty breaths.

Faced with the bombardment of many great masters, golden light flashed across the body of Xuanwu's soldier soul. In the end, it not only became illusory, but even its body became smaller several times.

But in this round of ultimate bombing.

Three breaths have passed!

Ten breaths have passed!

Fifteen breaths have passed!

Every time it seems to reach its limit, the Xuanwu soldier soul can always squeeze out its potential and grit its teeth and persevere.

Until the twentyth breath.

The Xuanwu soldier soul finally couldn't bear it. The scales in the shape of tortoise shells cracked inch by inch, and the golden light ball exploded directly, revealing the figure inside.

And it itself became a thumb-sized turtle and fell down.

The Jinghong Shield, which turned into a cone-shaped sword, also fell into the air. The originally golden magic weapon was full of gray decay at this moment, and the shield was covered with cracks.

It seems that even if you just bump it, it can be broken into more than 120 petals, and you can't even match it.

A click.

The Jinghong Shield landed on the ground. The divine weapon that should have been fought for by thousands of people is now like a stone that can be seen everywhere, no one pays attention.

The Xuanwu soldier soul was caught by a withered palm.

A young man with long gray hair, a face full of dusk and a deep cheeks, then said softly:

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Fortunately, I am smart and talked twice as much as possible, otherwise I wouldn't have seen you have these trump cards hidden. Hehe..."

The young man let out a weak laugh.

Xuanwu's soldier soul was extremely weak. At this moment, when he heard the young man's smug laughter, he was even more sad and angry. He couldn't bear it, and then he burst out his limbs and lay on his palm.

The young man didn't care and put him in his arms casually.

At this time, he did not dare to put Jinghong Shield into his body for nourishment.

Otherwise, when two guys with deficit bodies meet, they will not be able to tell who will suck whom.

And young people don’t need to guess too much, naturally, Jiang Ping, who was in his prime just now.

At this moment, he seemed like an evil ghost who had been hungry for more than ten years, with only a layer of flesh left, close to his bones, with clear edges and corners, looking a little hideous and terrifying.

Qiye, who was protected by him just now, has recovered and is even in a better state than before.

His body was full of energy and blood, like a small sun. His naked upper body was also extremely standard, with all the muscles, smooth and tight, full of strength, which made people's index fingers move.

There is no point in this feeling that he was seriously injured and dying just now, and was almost roasted by the power of thunder.

Even the thunder power that was raging in his body was regained by him, and at this moment it turned into a small thunder symbol and was engraved in the palm of his hand.

"How about it?"

Jiang Ping put one hand on Qiye's shoulder and never felt that he had been so weak. Even saying something seemed to cost him half his life.

“Unprecedented good.”
To be continued...