Dragon Vein Martial God

Because he wanted to defeat Jiang Ting on his own, after suppressing his emotions, he attacked. The purple light turned into a purple light and attacked Jiang Ting. Its speed was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it.    

    

"So fast..." Jiang Ting's pupils shrank.    

    

His control and experience in battle made him subconsciously prepare to dodge.    

    

However, just as he was about to dodge, he forcefully suppressed his steps and instead chose to activate the tiger-shaped hairpin and the Thousand Feathers Feathers. He wanted to see if the one that made him feel danger was the purple flying over, or the Chi Xie person!    

    

With two layers of defense on his body, even if the Throwing Knife was mystical, with his reaction speed, he would still be able to make it in time.    

    

"Roar..." Along with the tiger's roar, the green tiger appeared.    

    

At the same time, his clothes began to emit some fluorescent light... The two defensive treasures were activated at the same time.    

    

At this time, the purple light also arrived.    

    

Under Jiang Ting's gaze, the purple light and the green tiger collided... The moment the purple light and the tiger's skin came into contact, the purple light paused slightly, revealing the true body of the purple Throwing Knife.    

    

After that, Jiang Ting followed the tiger hairpin and felt an extremely powerful cutting force. Slash?    

    

That unknown force caused the green tiger to be like a piece of paper, directly cutting the tiger apart. After that, the Throwing Knife attacked Qian Yu Yi.    

    

Intuition told him that when Qian Yu Yi faced that purple Throwing Knife, it should be about the same as a tiger hairpin.    

    

Jiang Ting, who had yet to use his magic sword, turned his wrist with lightning like speed. The magic sword instantly turned into a three foot long blade. He held it in his hand and fiercely slashed at the purple Throwing Knife!    

    

"Bang!" With a sound, the sword was used as a blade. The powerful force and magic power forced the purple Throwing Knife to deviate from its original position.    

    

"Fifth level of the Spirit Restriction?" When the magic sword struck, Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly. His magic power surged to his feet. Taking advantage of the moment when the Throwing Knife was blocked, he immediately pulled away from the Throwing Knife.    

    

When the Throwing Knife returned to normal, Jiang Ting was already a hundred meters away.    

    

At this time, Jiang Ting looked at Chi Xie with a strong sense of fear. That purple Throwing Knife, had, had, five layers of Spirit Restriction!    

    

Even if it was five layers of Spirit Restriction, logically speaking, his defensive magic treasure shouldn't be broken like paper in an instant... That Throwing Knife also had some other miraculous properties.    

    

Putting everything else aside, the fact that he could apply five layers of Spirit Restriction on the Throwing Knife already showed that this nameless Young Lord of the Devil Dao was extraordinary and terrifying.    

    

"As expected of the famous Fellow Daoist Jiang. Even at such a close distance, he was able to avoid it so easily." Chi Xie beckoned the Throwing Knife with his finger. His face was filled with fear.    

    

He really didn't expect that... he would actually choose to face the Throwing Knife head on. He was clearly about to be stabbed to death, but in the end, he was still able to dodge... On the ground, Chi Xie didn't think that he would be able to dodge in that situation.    

    

Although it was just a collision, a probing collision, Chi Xie had already discovered that Jiang Ting's control over battle was abnormal and terrifying.    

    

If it was before, he had a 99% chance of winning, but now, there was only less than 80% left.    

    

On the other side.    

    

"How could I compare to you, my friend, in terms of your mysteriousness... That purple blade is able to counter defensive spells?" Jiang Ting was even more afraid. That Throwing Knife was a huge threat.    

    

Being beaten up without retaliating was not his style.    

    

Taking advantage of his words and without any hesitation, he started to circulate his magical energy and cast a spell.    

    

The originally ordinary sky suddenly became somewhat pink.    

    

Peach blossom petals fell from the sky one after another... The fragrance of flowers overflowed in all directions.    

    

Magic, flowers are not flowers.    

    

Once it was cast, it would summon countless peach blossoms to fall... The seemingly fragile flower petals were actually extremely sharp, with the purity of Jiang Ting's magic power and the strength of his divine soul.    

    

A defensive magic treasure without a Spirit Restriction... just one flower petal was enough to break it.    

    

Moreover, the flower fragrance was not just for decoration, because the flower fragrance could confuse the soul... If the flower fragrance could not be cut off, death would be right in front of him.    

    

With Jiang Ting's current cultivation base at the peak of the Human Realm, the area within a few hundred meters was filled with peach blossoms, and the flower fragrance was nowhere to be found.    

    

Fortunately, Hua Ling and Yu Jing's battlefield was at least three miles away from them, so it would not affect the other battlefields.    

    

Seeing that the situation was not right, Chi Xie suddenly waved his hand... Countless blood mist spread out, and in the blink of an eye, blood mist was everywhere within a thirty meter radius with him as the center.    

    

The flower fragrance, which was neutralized by the smell of blood, disappeared.    

    

After the flower petals floated into the blood mist's range... they were quickly corroded.    

    

Jiang Ting swiftly retreated. "It's not enough."    

    

As he continued to pull away, Jiang Ting's hands closed in the shape of orchids. Some dim light flickered in the center of his hands.    

    

Immediately, the falling peach blossoms, which covered hundreds of meters, suddenly started to shrink rapidly. In a short while, the peach blossoms shrank to fifty meters.    

    

Along with the harvest, the fragrance of the flowers became several times stronger. The density of the peach blossoms also increased several times... The blood red mist could no longer neutralize the fragrance of the flowers.    

    

The blood mist began to be constantly worn down by the peach blossoms.    

    

In a short moment, the blood mist's range was reduced by twenty feet. If it continued, it would not take long before the blood mist was completely wiped out.    

    

Upon seeing this, Chi Xie went silent for a while before he said faintly, "Fellow Daoist, you are indeed worthy of your reputation. My junior brother died at your hands. It wasn't an injustice for him to die."    

    

Chi Xie's words were unknown what Chi Xie had done. However, the blood mist that had been whittled away suddenly trembled slightly... After which, it spread out at an extremely terrifying speed as if it had gone mad.    

    

In less than half a breath's time, it had enveloped an area of a kilometer.    

    

Although the area was large... the power was reduced.    

    

The blood mist could no longer wear down the portrait... Within the blood mist, the fragrance of flowers was everywhere. The petals of peach blossoms and the blood mist were corroding countless times. It could only reduce the power of the petals a little.    

    

The situation was good... Jiang Ting did not hesitate to activate the Thousand Feather Cloak again. His face became alert.    

    

He did not believe that Chi Xie would go crazy and seek death. He was sure that Chi Xie had other methods.    

    

As expected.    

    

Before the peach blossoms approached, Chi Xie looked at the peach blossoms that filled the sky. The purple Throwing Knife had disappeared, and what replaced it was a rattle drum.    

    

That's right, the rattle drum. It looked exactly the same as the rattle drum that ordinary children liked to play. The style was almost exactly the same.    

    

As soon as he took it out, Chi Xie started shaking it...    

    

"Dong... Dong... Dong...." The rattle drum started to spread rapidly.    

    

Childish?    

    

Not exactly.    

    

As soon as the drum sounded, Jiang Ting realized that his heart started beating along with the drum. The blood in his body started boiling and losing control... Not only the ordinary blood, even the Blood Essence started boiling and losing control.    

    

Because of the unusual condition in his body, the spell that was still maintaining Feihua could not help but pause. The flower fragrance became dim, and the flower petals also became sparse.    

    

What drum? With his Thousand Feathers on his body, it actually didn't have any effect to offset it!    

    

"Fellow Daoist, if you still don't use the sword formation, I'm afraid you'll be defeated..." Chi Xie's voice was faint and sounded somewhat regretful. However, his drum movements did not slow down in the slightest.    

    

"Since you want to take a look at the sword formation, then I'll do as you wish." Despite his words, Jiang Ting was not in a hurry to attack. He just circulated his magical energy and looked down at his hands at the same time.    

    

Blood spots began to appear on the back of his thumb and palm. This blood fog could corrode and corrode one's physical body. With the help of the drum beats, if there were no other countermeasures, ___ would not be able to counterattack. ...