Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 744 The Battle of Power [2]

Rong Jing's words made Beiming Yufeng furious again, the cold and decisive look in his eyes was like a ferocious beast, ready to bite his neck from above at any moment.

"die!"

Beiming Yufeng's fingers holding the Jinghong Sword tightened even more, and his fingers creaked when he squeezed them. The sound was obviously very small, but it fell on everyone's ears like tens of thousands of magnified sounds, scaring everyone's ears. It made them almost cry.

"Clang!"

Beiming Yufeng's slender hand quickly pulled out the sharp sword flower, and stabbed towards Rong Jing with a huge force, the air was distorted out of shape.

Rong Jing frowned, and quickly raised her hand to block it.

The incomparably sharp tip of the Jinghong Sword happened to land on the body of the Remnant Shadow Sword, and Rong Jing accurately caught it.

However, the power from Jinghong Sword was still pressing on Rong Jing's Remnant Shadow Sword, even the blade was bent under pressure, and there was a slight buzzing sound.

A trace of surprise and panic flashed in Rong Jing's eyes.

He quickly drew his sword sideways and quickly backed away. He retreated ten meters before barely stopping.

"puff!"

With a surge of qi and blood, the sweetness in the throat instantly spewed out from Rong Jing's mouth.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing that Rong Jing vomited blood, the people below exclaimed in shock, all of them looked like bitter gourds, as ugly as they could be.

Mo Fei found out that it was Rong Jing who vomited blood, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing Beiming Yufeng's body staggered, his heart rose again.

Beiming Yufeng is also uncomfortable, because he used too much strength in that move just now, and he still has injuries on his body, if it goes on for a long time, it will only be him who will suffer more and more.

The only thing is to fight Rong Jing quickly, and it is best to fight him so that he cannot fight back.

But how cunning Rong Jing is, how can he have such a cultivation base that he can't see through Beiming Yufeng's current situation and thoughts.

He raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Beiming Yufeng with cold, snake-like eyes, "Do you think you can hurt this deity once, but you can also hurt this deity twice? Next, it's your time of death!"

"That's a lot of nonsense." Beiming Yufeng stood suspended in the air, his peerless silver hair fluttering wantonly in the air, and his night-like robe rolled and drew cold arcs in the air.

With his slender, white fingers that are almost transparent, he is holding the delicate and majestic Jinghong Sword. The long sword is pointing obliquely at the ground emitting a faint light. Those deep and narrow black eyes are cold and emotionless, even the surrounding temperature It suddenly became cold.

Suddenly... His tall body moved, and he held the long sword and attacked Rong Jing again.

The wind was raging, and the hostility was soaring, as if it was going to smash the world into pieces.

"Heh..." Rong Jing looked at Beiming Yufeng flying towards him, sneered with her lips curled up, and quietly held the afterimage sword in her hand.

"Buzz!"

The two long swords were shaken by the ferocious spiritual power, and the figures of one black and one silver clashed rapidly in mid-air, and the wind blew violently.

"Ding!"

The long swords of the two collided rapidly again, and the sparks on the swords exploded in the air like fireworks, but the ground trembled accordingly, and the buildings with many cracks on the side also collapsed at this moment, dust filled the sky Fascinated by people's eyes...

Rong Jing's black eyes narrowed slightly, showing a hint of danger, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.

Just now he deliberately stimulated Beiming Yufeng, it was his miscalculation for Rong Jing, he didn't expect that it would be difficult to deal with this guy suddenly.

But...if he changes his tactics, let's see how crazy he is.

Rong Jing rolled her eyes, and said coldly, "Come here, grab my furnace!"

(End of this chapter)