Fantasy: The villain is not ruthless, and the character design is unstable

Facing the Eighth Prince Jiang Kun's begging for mercy, Jiang Heng remained unmoved in the slightest.

A shot went straight through his head.

Jiang Kun's body shattered directly, turning into pieces of minced meat.

However, no blood flowed out.

"Stupid puppet!"

Jiang Heng looked around for a week with great interest, and finally stopped in a direction not far away.

Jiang Kun appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, Jiang Kun's face was very pale, his breath was disordered, and there were faint signs of a decline in his realm.

Obviously, even if he managed to survive by using a stand-in puppet, he still paid a high price.

"Sixth brother, you really want to kill me!"

Jiang Kun's expression at the moment was particularly ferocious, and there was uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

At that moment just now, he really felt the breath of death.

If he hadn't possessed such a holy weapon as a double puppet, he would have died on the spot at this moment.

Jiang Heng's answer was very simple, a shot pierced through the air.

Jiang Kun's expression changed suddenly, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The puppet substitute was scrapped with one shot, which also showed that Jiang Heng could easily obliterate him.

What do you use to stop yourself.

At this moment, Jiang Kun really couldn't think of any means to resist this shot.

All his confidence and hole cards seemed to be so vulnerable.

At this moment, the eldest prince Jiang Qiwu made another move.

Heaven and Earth One Sword!
"Sixth brother, you don't take me seriously."

The phantom long sword formed by the condensed countless sword qi disappeared in a flash, and directly slashed at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, showing a gentle smile on his face.

He still didn't dodge, and chose to resist again.

Huang Fulin, who had been watching the battle all along, couldn't understand that this sword could be dodged with Jiang Heng's strength.

But why didn't he hide.

Not only that, when Jiang Heng faced the three of them, he didn't put on the armor that Huang Fulin couldn't see through from the beginning to the end.

Huang Fulin couldn't figure out what Jiang Heng's purpose was for doing this.

Taking down Jiang Qiwu's sword, Jiang Heng's body was once again left with a fatal wound.

The Eighth Prince Jiang Kun took advantage of this opportunity to avoid Jiang Heng's fatal blow.

Jiang Heng didn't care about his injuries at all, got up again, and went straight to Jiang Kun.

Seeing this scene, the eldest prince Jiang Qiwu's eyes became even colder.

He was underestimated again and again, and he was not taken seriously at all.

With a thought, the long sword appeared again, and then cut Jiang Heng.

At this moment, Jiang Heng had already come in front of the Eighth Prince Jiang Kun, and a shot directly pierced Jiang Kun's heart.

"Magic secret technique, deprive."

Directly deprive Jiang Kun of the original power of the Kunpeng Holy Body.

"Brother Six...I..."

Jiang Kun struggled hard, trying to break free, but he couldn't get away no matter what.

I feel that my own strength is passing away little by little, and it is still accompanied by life.

At this moment, the figure of the mother and concubine vaguely appeared in front of Jiang Kun's eyes, as well as that sentence.

"Kun'er, as a mother, I have nothing to give you except a piece of advice."

"Don't argue with them, you can't compete."

Jiang Kun's eyes were in a trance, the original power in his body at this moment had been completely deprived by Jiang Heng.

Just when Jiang Heng was about to use the soul flag to arrest Jiang Kun's soul, the great prince Jiang Qiwu's long sword appeared again.

This sword contains Jiang Qiwu's endless anger, and the sword energy that has been bred for many years with himself as the scabbard.

The long sword slashed firmly at Jiang Heng's body.

Under the sword, the sun and the moon are dark, and everything is turned into dust under the sword.

On the huge Guixu Island, a long gully is shocking.

It's like a scar has been drawn on a person's face.

The power of this sword is not difficult to imagine.

And Jiang Heng resisted this sword directly, what kind of harm would he face?
The eldest prince Jiang Qiwu is very confident in his sword, even a monk of the Great Perfection of the Celestial Phenomena Realm cannot stop it.

Even if Jiang Heng survived by chance, he would lose half his life.

"This is the price for despising me!"

Jiang Qiwu snorted coldly, ready to strike again.

Never give Jiang Heng any chance to breathe.

"Brother, thank you very much."

At this moment, Jiang Heng's voice sounded in the dust and smoke.

His voice was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

The next moment, a ray of light rushed out of the smoke.

It was Jiang Heng.

Although the clothes on his body were tattered, he looked very embarrassed.

But his breathing was very steady, and he couldn't see any injuries on his body.

It was as if Jiang Qiwu's long sword hadn't struck Jiang Heng just now.

"how is this possible?"

After seeing this scene, Jiang Qiwu's eyes were full of disbelief.

He knew better than anyone how powerful that sword was.

However, the facts were right in front of him at this moment.

Jiang Heng was intact, without any injuries.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The eldest prince Jiang Qiwu let out a roar, and drew out his sword again.

All the sword energy contained in his body was completely released, and there was nothing to hide anymore.

Not only that, the long sword that had been conceived in the body for ten years was finally out of its sheath.

He has conceived this sword for ten years.

Compared with Jiang Kun's blockbuster, he had his own purpose from the beginning.

However, I had to get out of the sheath early today.

A silver-gray long sword was pulled out of Jiang Qiwu's body.

The moment the long sword left his body, Jiang Qiwu's body became shriveled instantly, with only a trace of spiritual thoughts remaining in it.

All other spirits and powers are integrated into the long sword.

"cut!"

The long sword cut directly at Jiang Heng. At this moment, Jiang Qiwu was the sword, and the sword was Jiang Qiwu.

"Supernatural powers, kill heaven!"

Jiang Heng, who was holding a long spear, was instantly covered in demon armor. At this moment, Jiang Heng was like a demon god.

"The body of the sword, then I will let your sword destroy everyone."

The spear pierced through the air, and the power of the three holy bodies exploded completely.

Huang Fulin, who was watching the battle from a distance, finally understood why Jiang Heng resisted those two swords directly.

It is already very difficult for Jiang Heng to maintain his strength without confusion for one person who possesses the three sacred bodies and has practiced such a variety of exercises.

Therefore, in battle, only part of the power can be exerted.

It is impossible to exert all the strength at all.

Although Jiang Heng has been working hard to maintain the balance of these forces, it is always a palliative, not a permanent solution.

Only by integrating them is the right way.

How could Jiang Heng not know this truth, and has been using the Zen magic transformation to check and balance these forces, trying to integrate them.

However, it's not that simple.

If you just rely on your own strength to fuse, it will be a long process, and the possibility of success is very small.

Therefore, he needs some external force.

In the face of the coercion of heaven and the previous few battles, Jiang Heng deliberately used external forces to help his multiple forces merge with each other.

The critical point had been reached before, and Jiang Qiwu's sword energy was a powerful medicine.

Thoroughly let Jiang Heng complete the last step.

The power of the three sacred bodies is integrated and completely integrated into Jiang Heng's body.

If the previous three holy bodies were three dynasties, then Jiang Heng himself was working hard to maintain the balance between the three dynasties.

Today, he is the integration of these three dynasties.

Facing the sacrificing sword of the eldest prince Jiang Qiwu, Jiang Heng raised his arm calmly and stabbed straight.

It seems that Jiang Heng is playing a big role, but in fact it is not.

The comparison is the incomparable confidence in oneself.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded.

Jiang Heng's long spear collided with the long sword transformed by Jiang Qiwu himself.

Immediately, sparks shot out, and two bright rays of light emanated, making people dare not look directly at them.

"Isn't that the only way to raise a body?"

Jiang Heng slightly, suddenly exerted force.

The next moment, the blade of the long sword trembled continuously.

"Crack!"

There was a sound like shattering glass, and cracks like ice cracks began to spread all over the sword body in an instant.