Dragon Vein Martial God

Although Jiang Ting was still standing in the same place, his defense was not easy. After all, the attack power of the ink wind crocodile was shocked into his body through the big shield, but he was forced to dissolve it with his magic power.

After about three breaths, the impact of the ink wind crocodile began to decrease rapidly... Obviously, the power of the impact attack has begun to dry up.

Jiang Ting's eyes, with his hands on the shield, suddenly became cold: "it's my turn!"

"Huhu..." the sound of breaking the air rang out, and the four blades broke the air quickly.

Seeing this, the ink wind crocodile rushed to other places. It was obvious that the blade was a great threat to him.

"It's too late to run now, isn't it?" Jiang Ting's eyes are more and more cold.

The lost blade instantly reverses its direction and tracks away.

"BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

It's just that... Jiang Ting defends himself firmly with a big shield, and Zi blade pursues and kills him constantly.

For a moment, the attack and defense changed... It became that Jiangting chased and killed, the ink wind crocodile fled, and the mud surface was constantly attacked and damaged by the sub blade and the wind blade.

After a while, thirty minutes passed.

Jiang Ting stands in the same place intact, only the mana is consumed, and the surface of the ink wind alligator is more and more bloodstained... Zi blade is not vegetarian.

Next breath.

With a bang, four blades fell again, three fell into the air, and one hit the scales on the surface of the crocodile, which was useless.

"Roar!" The ink wind alligator took the opportunity to rally the wind blade to fight back.

Before the 30 interest, almost always is like this... Two people come back to have a good fight.

But this time.

When the ink wind crocodile takes advantage of its rare spare time to gather the wind blade, it suddenly changes.

A blade suddenly flew out of the mud, with a faint arc, directly into the mouth of the ink wind crocodile... The blade that suddenly left the swamp was naturally the one Jiang Ting had hidden in the beginning.

All of a sudden, the throat of the crocodile was smashed by the blade.

"Roar..." this time, ink wind alligator can no longer bear, began to toss in the swamp surface, struggling.

Jiang Ting relaxed: "it took so long for my method to take effect. You are proud enough."

"Huhu..." the four blades began to pursue again.

If before, although the ink wind alligator was injured, it did not damage its strength, and could still fight back and avoid... But this time, the ink wind alligator's throat and mouth were all smashed by the blade. What else could it do under such a heavy damage?

It's very easy, the four blades are constantly expanding the previous wound, constantly destroying the flesh and blood of the ink wind alligator.

After only three breaths, the crocodile stopped struggling and became a corpse, lying motionless on the surface of the swamp... It had a tendency to sink into the swamp.

Jiang Ting recalled the blade, then flew close to the corpse, without hesitation put the corpse into the storage bag.

The corpses of monsters can also be sold for money.

Although he didn't know the value of the corpse of mofeng alligator... How could it be worth some money for the size of three Zhang.

"It's not easy to win the first battle." With a whisper, Jiang Ting's mind relaxed.

With the relaxation of mood, Jiang Ting suddenly felt that his mind was a little confused and his thinking was a little slow.

After the war?

No... no, he has been through endless fighting. How can he have so-called sequelae?

Without hesitation, Jiang Ting bited the tip of his tongue fiercely, and with the help of severe pain, he regained his clarity, and his mind sank into his body.

This observation shows that the flow speed of mana in his body is slowing down, because some miasma toxin is eroding.

Miasma toxin?

Jiang Ting suddenly raised his head in all directions, even if he and the ink wind crocodile fight, the light white fog still exists.

White fog?

Where is the white fog? Clearly, miasma!

Toxic miasma!

"Trouble." With a snort, Jiang Ting didn't want to leave in an instant. He found the tree that had not been destroyed 20 kilometers away from the center of the battlefield.

Mana operation, once learned the shallow protection spell cast, the body surface emerged a layer of transparent film.

The defense ability is very low... So low that one fireball skill in the same environment can be broken.

However, Jiang Ting didn't care. What he valued was not defense, but the membrane, which could insulate him from miasma... As for defense, the defense of magic weapon was enough.

After isolation, Jiang Ting used the technique of hiding Qi to hide his body and breath.

After that, instead of leaving in a hurry, he sat on a branch and began to expel the miasma in his body... The miasma toxin was not serious, but if he didn't expel it all the time, or if it was eroded all the time, it could poison people.

Fortunately, the last time he was in Fangshi, although he had a big shield as a defense, he also thought about what to do when he was surrounded by a poisonous fog. Because of that consideration, he bought a defensive spell.

Now, it's a contribution.

If you don't have magic power to isolate miasma... You can't know when you can leave the scope of miasma any more, you'll have a lot of fun.

After about ten breath, most of the miasma toxin in Jiangting has been expelled.

Then Jiang Ting suddenly stood up to stop expelling the toxin and looked into the distance... It was not that he didn't want to continue expelling, but that he found that there was movement not far away.

Just now with the ink wind alligator's fight, if really startled some people.

After about three breath.

"Huhu..." in a series of wind, the three figures came near from afar and landed on the branches not far away from Jiangting. Their eyes looked at the fighting place.

Although the traces of fighting on the swamp disappeared, the traces of trees being destroyed still existed.

One of the three said: "someone fought here. There are many blood stains on the surface of the swamp. Those black scales... The loser should be a monster."

A short man licked his lips, showing Greed: "do you want to look for it? The medicine picking Valley has just opened. He must be alone."

Then, the two who had already spoken looked at the last one who had not yet spoken.

The man thought for a while, and shook his head slightly: "forget it, the medicine collecting Valley has just been opened, and even if you work hard, there is no harvest... Go, find a good place to ambush."

After making a decision, the three left by leaps.

Jiang Ting stood in the same place quietly without any movement.

About twenty.

"Huhu..." in the sound of breaking the air, the three people who left turned back.

Here, peace remains.

The little man shook his head: "if there is no one."

"The man killed the monster, and he knew that the movement would surely attract others. How could he still be in the same place? Let's go. " The other two shrugged and didn't care.

Then he retreated.

However, three breath time, the body disappeared in the miasma swamp.

Then, Jiang Ting sat down again: "the people of black feather Pavilion... Just opened, there were three people gathered together. Is it luck, or is there any other means?"

He started expelling miasma toxins from his body at one time.

He didn't know any of the three people before. He could only identify them by their clothes. They were all from the black feather Pavilion... However, they were randomly transmitted separately when they entered the medicine picking valley. How could the three people come together so quickly?