When Li Wujiu was shot into a pulp by Chen Yuniang, not only was Cui Anli's liver and gallbladder broken, he abandoned his sword and fled on the spot, Jin Yiming, a pampered and untried fourth-level parallel import, was also frightened.
He knelt on one knee, held a sword in one hand, and looked at Chen Yuniang with a blank look on his face.
When Chen Yuniang threw the copper cannon and the thousand-pound cannon barrel whirled and whizzed towards him, his mind buzzed even more and became blank, completely losing his ability to think.
But after all, he is a fourth-grade warrior who has practiced martial arts to his core.
Even if his "Fourth Grade" cultivation level is just an inferior version, at least before the Fourth Grade, he had truly mastered kung fu.
A matter of life and death.
Jin Yiming's mind went blank. The martial artist's instinct instantly took over his body. While squeezing out the inferior version of "Qi Seeds" in his Dantian, he unsheathed his sword like lightning and struck back with a strike from bottom to top.
The sword in his hand is the "Xuanbing Sword" that has been passed down for generations by the Nanhai Sword Sect.
This sword is also made of hundred-forged dark iron, tempered and blessed by Taoist means. The sword body is covered with gorgeous ice cracks. Once the internal energy is poured into it, snow-white frost flowers will appear on the sword body, and it will become as sharp as iron.
It can also release the freezing sword energy. All it takes is a small blood opening, and the strange cold air penetrates into it. Within three breaths, the blood of a warrior below level six who has no internal strength to withstand the cold energy can be condensed into ice.
And even for sixth- or even fifth-grade warriors, if their internal strength and mental skills are not of a sufficient level, and the internal energy they cultivate is not pure and powerful enough, their condition will be seriously affected by the strange cold and freezing air.
If you don't meditate immediately after being struck by a sword, and concentrate on exercising your martial arts to ward off the cold, within ten or twenty breaths, you will become a weakling with slow movements, stiff limbs, and no ability to fight back.
This is just the effect of infusion with internal force.
If the sword body is filled with true energy, the edge of the sword will be sharper and the sword energy will be stronger.
At this moment.
Jin Yiming's warrior instinct tried his best to squeeze the "Zhen Qi Seed", and in an instant, his inferior version of the "Zhen Qi Seed" achieved with the "Zhen Transformation Pill" was squeezed until it completely collapsed, causing Jin Yiming's cultivation to regress and fall back to the fifth level.
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But when the "Qi Seed" collapsed, it also gave him the last burst of pure Qi.
When Jin Yiming swung his sword back, the last "Xuanbing Qi" poured into the sword body, and the Xuanbing sword suddenly buzzed and trembled, frost flowers appeared, and the cold air filled the air.
Above the sword's edge, a line of pure white ice sword energy suddenly bloomed, drawing a crescent-like arc from bottom to top, and passed over the cannon barrel that hit the face.
Check!
The sword energy flashed, and with a crisp sound, the bronze cannon barrel, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, was cut into two neatly like a dead bamboo and rotten wood!
When the cannon barrel, broken into two pieces, whizzed past Jin Yiming from both sides.
Jin Yiming's wrist holding the sword suddenly turned, and the frost-white sword energy that had not stopped flowing in the air curved and turned like a pure white dragon dancing in the air, rushing towards it like a cannonball.
Chen Yuniang.
Facing this sharp and flexible sword energy, as powerful as a dragon, Chen Yuniang did not dodge at all. She only cracked the floor with one foot and jumped up. She was in mid-air, leaning back, holding the sword in both hands, and raising it high above her head.
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When her back body was stretched to the limit like an angry bow, she suddenly let out a squeak, bent her slender waist, pressed forward with her upper body, pulled the handle of the knife with both hands, and swung out a cold light from the unedged large guillotine, holding it.
The fierce wind pressure like a hurricane hit Jin Yiming head-on.
at the same time.
The frost-white sword energy, which looked like a pure white dragon, slashed at her body with a bang, but was blocked by the silk shield activated for the last time. Only on the large cocoon shield made of countless translucent silk threads, the sword energy struck her with a pop.
A splash of frost appeared, and then it disappeared in vain.
At the expense of the collapse of the "Zhen Qi Seed", Jin Yiming's last zhen Qi grade sword energy was completely exhausted.
From then on, Jin Yiming no longer had any real energy to use, and only had the inner strength of the fifth-grade Dacheng level.
And Chen Yuniang's big guillotine had already landed above his head, less than a foot away from his Tianling Gai.
However, at this moment, Jin Yiming, whose expression was blank and his eyes were blank, swung his sword again like a stroke of lightning.
He swung the sword with an elegant and flowing movement, and the sword body, which was infused with pure internal energy, emitted a strange suction force and adhered firmly to the blade.
At the same time, he flipped his wrist and used the blade of the sword to pull the blade. He did not try to force away the powerful guillotine that was slashing down quickly. He only seemed to move a small fulcrum and slightly deflected the impact of the big guillotine.
trajectory.
So the big guillotine that originally struck his head was like a waterfall restricted by the river. It changed its landing point in a very natural way, avoiding his head, grazing his shoulders, and hitting him hard.
On the ground beside you.
Although the clothes on his shoulders were scratched by the guillotine, and a large piece of flesh was scratched on his upper arm, the blow that was supposed to be fatal ended up shattering the floor beside him, sending debris of wood and stone flying into the sky.
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It wasn't until he was hit in the face by splinters of wood and stone that his face was covered with blood spots that Jin Yiming finally came to his senses, and the scenes that had happened before flashed through his mind like lightning.
Realizing that the "Qi Seed" he had finally condensed completely collapsed, Jin Yiming looked depressed at first, but was soon replaced by ecstasy and excitement.
Because before, his mind was blank and his body operated entirely on instinct, which made him truly come into contact with some wonderful and mysterious boundary.
As long as he digests the gains from this battle, he can even break through the fourth-level bottleneck on his own and condense the true energy seeds again!
And the Qi seeds condensed this time are no longer the degraded versions condensed by shortcuts using elixirs, but genuine seeds with great power and great prospects!
Of course, the premise of all this is that today's battle can be won.
Jin Yiming is confident about this.
Although his realm has fallen, he still has the pure inner strength of the fifth-grade Dacheng level, the Xuanbing sword is still in his hand, and the exquisite swordsmanship he has practiced hard for many years is still with him!
Before, my mind was blank, and I could fight so beautifully. Now that I have come to my senses, I have touched that indescribable and mysterious boundary. Isn't it possible that I still can't defeat a girl with only divine power but only a seventh-level realm?
thief?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind, but the reality only passed for a moment.
Jin Yiming still kneeled on one knee, holding a sword in one hand and pulling the guillotine open.
The broken wood and stone fragments blown away by the big guillotine are still sputtering in all directions, and have not yet all landed on the ground.
In the smoke and dust, Jin Yiming suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Yuniang, who had used the ferocious wind to step on his face after the guillotine fell. The shadow in his heart had been swept away.
"You still want to step on my young master's face again? Bitch maid, you are just daydreaming!"
Jin Yiming's thoughts were spinning and he was roaring in his heart. He was about to swing out the Xuanbing sword and cut off her hamstrings and hand tendons in one move.
However……
Before he could swing the Xuan Bing Sword, the thunder of Katcha suddenly sounded.
Amidst the sound of thunder, a blazing white electric light burst through the air and struck him like a whip. It completely defeated his fifth-grade Dacheng level body-protecting inner strength in one fell swoop. His body was violently shaken and his hair was electrified.
It stood up and blew out plumes of white smoke from his mouth and nose.
Then Chen Yuniang's soles in her little leather boots stepped hard on his face again. With a kacha, she broke the bridge of his nose again, kicked his body violently backwards, and knocked the back of his head heavily on the floor.
The floor was shattered by the impact, and splinters of wood and stone flew out.
Jin Yiming's hands and feet twitched, his fingers suddenly loosened, and the Xuanbing sword clattered to the ground. He held his breath in his throat and fainted with a chuckle.