C28 Grade Eight Spirit Weapon Golden Unicorn Sword
C28 Grade Eight Spirit Weapon Golden Unicorn Sword
The hitman 97 also turned around, but followed Jiang Ting's figure!
After landing outside the tomb, Jiang Ting turned around and struck out with his palm.
The Yang Refining Palm that had been condensed nine times was like a fire dragon, appearing in front of the ninety-seven in an instant!
97 was nimble, the golden treasure sword in his hand swung, infusing his own spirit energy, the treasure sword seemed to close, instantly isolating the flames outside, the Yang Refining Palm's attack, could not even touch the assassin!
Jiang Ting's pupils constricted. Even this brat Zhang Tianloong could not completely withstand the might of the Yang Refining Palm that he had used his full strength to fight, but this person seemed to be very relaxed. It could be seen that this 97's fighting strength was not ordinary!
Just as the flames of the Yang Refining Palm had descended, a golden sword beam had already arrived in front of Jiang Ting, and the golden light was charging straight to Jiang Ting's dantian!
What a sharp killing intent!
Jiang Ting immediately activated his Cloudsoaring Arts, his steps changing strangely, easily dodging the attack from the assassin's sword!
But … .it was so dangerous!
97 was also a little surprised, for a dignified Shadow Killer like him, when unsheathing a treasured sword, not to mention sealing the throat, he had to at least heavily injure his opponent, yet the sword that he used all his strength in, actually did not touch his opponent's clothes?!
97 hadn't clearly seen how he moved his feet just now, so he suddenly realized how powerful his opponent was!
"I never thought that you would have such a movement skill at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage!" 97 took a few steps back, holding the golden sword in his arms, as if he was praising it.
Jiang Ting suddenly thought of something. Among all the battle skills in the world, only speed could not break it. Then, if his Cloudsoaring Arts was combined with any other battle skills, it would increase the attack and defense of the battle skill!
Perhaps this was an epiphany, but for others, even if they had such an epiphany, it would be useless because the spiritual qi in their dantian was not enough!
Jiang Tingze was different, because he always used the Nine Transformation Dragon Arts, with every use of this technique, Jiang Ting could feel that something was different. Therefore, the spirit qi in his dantian was extremely thick, and with the rotation of the spirit qi, it could still be formed.
"Sky Breaking Sword!"
A golden lightning bolt charged straight for Jiang Ting!
The spirit energy in Jiang Ting's dantian surged, like a never-ending river, it poured into his hands and feet, under his feet was the Agility Combat Technique, in his hand was the sword, he used the Flowing Cloud Sword Arts!
Instantly, Jiang Ting and 97 was entangled!
97 gave him a lot of pressure. After all, there was a difference of two cultivation bases between the two of them!
However, Jiang Ting was able to make up for all of this with his speed.
97's Sky Breaking Sword Thrust was also extremely sharp and forceful. The two of them were actually fighting like this, one move at a time!
At first, Jiang Ting was a little worried, but after discovering that the sword images condensed from spirit energy would clash with the sword images of 97, there would always be a rebound, and when Jiang Ting got used to the rebound, he would condense an even sharper sword image!
This made him incomparably happy, because he discovered that he was breaking his limits time and time again. He thought this was his limit, but he would eventually break through during the next attack of 97 times!
The feeling of breaking through his limits was truly great!
97 sword strikes, from full of confidence at the beginning, to shock and finally to despair!
He felt that he wouldn't be able to kill Jiang Ting!
If he hadn't met the pavilion master on his way here, he would have definitely used the power of his bloodline.
But now, his mission was bound to fail, how would he explain it when he went back?!
When Jiang Tingze's aura was at its peak, there was a "pa" sound as Jiang Ting's palm slapped onto 97's chest!
Seventeen mouthfuls of blood sprayed out from his mouth. The golden sword in his hand had also slipped out of his grasp. He was now lying on the ground!
As for Jiang Ting, he was still standing like a pine tree!
"Who sent you to kill me?" Jiang Ting spat out a mouthful of impure Qi.
97 was silent.
Jiang Ting could also feel that this person was so arrogant, he must be from a famous assassination organization, it must be very difficult to learn anything from him, but Jiang Ting had his ways!
Jiang Ting picked up the golden sword and threatened: "If you don't tell me, this sword is mine!"
Not only was 97 not angry, he smiled and said: "Hehe, Jiang Ting, you are truly naive, this treasured sword has already recognized me as its master, this is a Grade Eight Spirit Weapon, why do you want it to belong to you?!"
Jiang Ting stuck out his tongue, his heart was in ecstasy. A Grade Eight Spirit Weapon he had never heard of actually appeared in front of him like this? If he didn't want this, he felt that he had failed the opportunity that the heavens had given him!
"Uncle Jiang, can I get him to recognize me as his master?"
"Kid, why are you so greedy? You are just a lousy Grade Eight Spirit Weapon, is it even worth your eyes to shine?" Jiang Qianqiu scoffed, he did not even bother to look at the treasured sword!
"You might look down on my ancestor, but I don't even have a grade nine spirit weapon!" Jiang Ting rolled his eyes!
"Oh, that's true!" Only now did Jiang Qianqiu realize that he couldn't always use his own eyes from the beginning to look at the current situation.
He could only say, "Isn't it simple to make this treasured sword recognize you as master? If you were to sever the connection between this weapon and the other party, wouldn't it be fine for him to recognize you as master? "
Jiang Ting curled his lips, and said with a bit of flattery: "I know about this. I mean, is there any simple method!"
"Brat, aren't you thinking too much? This is all relying on your innate talent, how can there be a shortcut?!" Jiang Qianqiu reprimanded.
"Oh no, wasn't I bragging a bit too much just now? It's a little too early to boast. If this treasure sword doesn't recognize me as its master, then wouldn't it be too shameful!?" Jiang Ting muttered to Jiang Qianqiu, he still had his own little scheme.
"Un, it really is shameful!" Jiang Qianqiu was silent.
Jiang Ting almost vomited blood. This ancestor, was also not very reliable at times!
But now, Jiang Ting had to bite the bullet and attack!
He glanced at 97 on the ground. There was no intention of stopping him. He might as well give it a try!
Suddenly, Jiang Ting used the power of his own bloodline, he extended his hand and the blood red snake appeared, and a stream of bloodline power was poured into the golden treasure sword!
The golden treasure sword suddenly burst out with golden light, and then, the treasure sword flew out of Jiang Ting's hand and circled in the air, and then, it returned back to Jiang Ting's side and floated in front of Jiang Ting!
"Puff …" The golden sword spiraled like this, causing 97 to be unable to take it anymore as he spat out a mouthful of blood. This was because after this treasured sword had sensed the power of Jiang Ting's bloodline, it had actually surrendered on its own accord.
With his weapon forcefully severed, 97 naturally suffered serious internal injuries!
This scene was captured by the person on the tree not far away. He was shocked by Jiang Ting's talent, he knew very well what kind of sword was it!
He knew, this was the state of Submission for the Golden Qilin Sword, weapons recognition was forced, ordinary recognition was there, and there was also Submission for the Master, this last type of weapon was linked with the Master's life, even if the Master died, the weapons could not be used by anyone else!
Jiang Ting really liked this treasured sword a little, looking left and right, he slowly extended his hand out, and just as he came into contact with it, the treasured sword released a dazzling golden light, which slowly enveloped Jiang Ting within it.
Jiang Ting could feel that within this golden light, there was an endless amount of pure spirit energy!
The treasured sword moved slightly, the golden light immediately drilling into his body, Jiang Ting only felt a strand of pure Spirit Qi entering his Dantian, and this golden light transformed into a message.
This treasure sword was called the Golden Unicorn Sword. When its master's cultivation reached a certain level, she would release a sword with golden dragon scales on it. Furthermore, it would also be accompanied by an explosive attack.
When Jiang Ting read the last part of the introduction, he almost fainted from joy. If he was able to use the Gold Qilin Sword to unleash this kind of critical hit, he could basically kill the opponent in one move.
Before Jiang Ting could regain his senses, the spirit qi in his dantian suddenly surged, as if it was about to break through!
It seemed that all these happy events happened at the same time!
Jiang Ting immediately sat cross legged, the spirit energy in his dantian immediately gushing out, washing through every part of his body's meridians.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Jiang Ting opened his eyes with a boundless smile on his lips. Not only had he obtained the Grade Eight Spirit Weapon of the Golden Qilin Sword, but his cultivation had also broken through to the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage!
"Haha, haha, I've broken through again!" Jiang Ting suddenly jumped and laughed, he was still a child after all.
However, 97 couldn't handle this sudden change. Standing up, 97 thought Jiang Ting had gone crazy!
If this guy ambushed him just now, that would be a very dangerous situation. Jiang Ting's body moved, and arrived in front of 97, grabbing onto his collar: "You still haven't said it yet, who the hell sent you!?"
Although 97 was still shaking his head, a trace of fear was flashing across his eyes. "I can't say!"
Jiang Ting was extremely angry: "You're still not going to speak!" After saying that, Jiang Ting casually pulled, and the killer's brocade sack was already in his hands. Jiang Ting opened it, took a look, and smiled: "There are a lot of dry goods, these all belong to me!"
97% of his face had turned green, but with his internal injuries, he had no chance of resisting!
"Are you going to say it or not!?"
97 still shook his head, with the words written on his face, I have nothing on me anyway!