[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Yang Jing had long wanted to frustrate the spirit of the Academy of Sciences, coupled with the fact that the leader always looked arrogant and said intriguing words, Yang Jing didn't say a word, and sacrificed the Qingfeng sword with a slap, it turned out to be Stop talking nonsense.

Seeing that Yang Jing started so quickly, the man was stunned for a moment, and his two rough eyebrows were raised. Although the Yang family did not contact Yang Jing again, because of Zhang Qi's relationship, the Academy of Sciences must pay attention to Yang Jing. After joining the elite group, he also knew that he had some mysterious abilities. The Yang family secretly investigated this, but they kept it secret. I used some method to awaken the ability, but it was only this year, and it was impossible to become proficient immediately. What's more, they guessed that the Zhang family used this to wash away Yang Jing's "waste". One method is the Zhang family's method to look good on the outside.

Yang Jing confidently showed his weapons to shake the guesses in the hearts of these men in black, but even so he didn't pay attention to it. The leader of the man still had time to flirt with the people behind him, and moved his neck. He smiled and greeted him.

There was a gun on the man's waist, but he didn't use it. Instead, he took out a spike that was half the length of his arm and held it in his hand. The spike was in the shape of a cross, all black and extremely sharp.

Yang Jing didn't rush over recklessly, but first made a hole in the universe, failed twice, but observed the chains formed by the spiritual energy, which almost covered the man's body and were bounced off in an instant, Yang Jing knew that it was very difficult. It was difficult to seal the other party, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and he was full of energy, ready to head-on. Since he solved the four people who wanted to kill him in one go, Yang Jing's confidence has soared, and judging by the man's posture, it is obvious that Want to go it alone.

Although the effect of the magic of Dongming Qiankun was invisible to others and failed again, the man still noticed it. He was not as careless as the big man last time. He was already alert in his heart, put away his smiling face, and looked around. Then he had a premonition that Yang Jing was behind it, so he kept staring at him closely, but because of Yang Jing's identity, he couldn't make a move until the other party took the initiative to make a move.

Yang Jing was sure about the man, squinted his eyes, smiled maliciously, and secretly summoned the umbral. The umbral circled around Yang Jing's head. After receiving the order, the umbral rushed straight over.

The man already had a bad premonition in his heart. He always felt as if he was being watched by something invisible. He was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but his body felt as if he had been hit hard, and he staggered forward violently. Fortunately, he was of good quality, and when he bowed his right leg, he stabilized his foot plate and did not fall.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden situation, especially the man's subordinates. They were the closest, and even heard Peng's impact, but they didn't see anything. Their faces changed drastically, and they moved in extreme astonishment. , wanting to check it out.

The man stood up straight, feeling a burning pain in the back of his chest. It was a dull pain at first, but then the pain spread, and his muscles twitched. down.

Although it is no secret that the umbral is no longer a secret, no one thought that it could be driven by others, so they didn't guess about it. Yang Jing stood crookedly, watching with a smile all the time, holding the Qingfeng sword in his hand and knocking casually. Keeping to the beat, he drew his sword from the very beginning, which was originally a slap in the face.

Even if the man knew from the bottom of his heart that it was Yang Jing who did it, but no one saw Yang Jing make a move, he couldn't do it first, so the man was so angry that he had to stand still.

The more Yang Jing saw him pretending to be innocent, the happier he was, and he instructed the umbral to continue attacking.

The umbral turned around and rushed towards the man again, but this time the man was alert. In a split second, Yang Jing would always subconsciously cast his gaze on a certain place, so the man calculated the trajectory in his mind, and then Dodging in that direction, only to feel the sound of piercing the air behind him, a cold touch brushed his shoulders, and the man managed to dodge.

I tried a few more times, but I always let the man dodge, and his movements became more and more proficient. To outsiders, the man seemed to be singing a one-man show, jumping around by himself. Yang Jing didn't realize that his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't laugh anymore, he became a little annoyed, and felt that he had suddenly changed from being a teaser to being teased.

The man didn't want to dodge so aggrievedly, he sneered in his nose, and raised his voice: "Master, is it interesting to be sneaky? Or do you dare not compare me with real swords and guns?"

Hearing this, Mr. Song said inwardly that Yang Jing had been hit by the aggressive method. He put away his smiling face, raised his eyebrows, and squeezed the Qingfeng sword tightly. He rushed over, and the Umbral first drew attention from behind. While the man was dodging, he flipped his wrist, and the Qingfeng sword slashed at the top of the opponent's head.

Seeing this, the man heaved a sigh of relief. The aggrieved just now made his strength swell, his eyes lit up, and he deduced the trajectory of the invisible thing from Yang Jing's eyes again. He dodged it with a sideways dodge. Sweeping his hand horizontally, the spikes touched Yang Jing's long sword, and the collision of the two phases made a sound of metal and stone, sparks everywhere.

Yang Jing only felt a dull pain in his wrist, as if being pressed by a boulder, and half of his arm was numb. He heard a slight cracking sound, which seemed to come from the Qingfeng sword. His heart trembled, and he felt bad. Premonition, this will realize that I have been hit by the opponent's aggressive method, and I hate it even more in my heart. I gritted my teeth and resisted, and ordered the umbral again.

The umbral attacked from behind. In order to avoid it, the man had to withdraw his strength and dodge to the left. The pressure on Yang Jing's body suddenly eased. He heaved a sigh of relief and stepped back.

It seemed that neither of them got any advantage, but Yang Jing used umbral monsters to force the man away. He knew in his heart that he still had the upper hand.

As long as Yang Jing strikes first, the man will be able to fight back, and he will regain his composure. After the two separated, he did not rush to pursue, waved his hand, looked at the spike in his hand with extremely gentle eyes, and explained with a smile , "This is Dean Yang's latest alloy B-11, the raw materials for making this alloy are extremely rare, young master, your sword is no match."

When the man mentioned Dean Yang, he had an expression of respect and admiration, and his tone changed. How powerful is this pile of alloys in his barbara? How did he obtain it after purification by the Academy of Sciences? The blade of Fengjian became more and more annoying the more he heard it, it turned out that the cracking sound just now was not his illusion. In the past, when playing games, he changed equipment frequently, so he didn't feel much, but now in reality, this Qingfeng sword was with him again. Yang Jing was very reluctant to face many dangers. He cursed the Academy of Science angrily, and then looked at the man with disgust.

The man saw Yang Jing's expression clearly, and stopped talking suddenly. In his heart, Yang Jing didn't listen to Dean Yang's words, and kept fighting with the Academy of Sciences. He also couldn't like him in his heart, and immediately showed a disgusted expression, and his speed of speech accelerated , said impatiently: "Young master, don't get involved in the Song family's affairs, this is beyond your control."

The Song family looked at Yang Jing nervously. After a while, Yang Jing couldn't back down, his fingers clenched tightly, and he raised his hand again, not bothering to talk nonsense with him, "Try it and you'll know." Well!"

After speaking, he repeated the same trick again, while drinking the cooperation of the umbral monster, he raised his sword and charged forward.

The man sneered, he was able to dodge just now, not to mention the more times, he became more and more familiar with it, he dodged skillfully, and then he raised his thorn to block.

The two sides fought for a few rounds, and Yang Jing felt more and more that the Qingfeng sword couldn't hold it for long, and the rhythm of panting became faster and faster. He couldn't get any advantage by cooperating with the shadow monster.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and the clothes on his arms tightened, revealing the shape of his muscles. The man shouted loudly, holding the spikes in both hands, and swept down with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers. Yang Jing had no choice but to raise his sword and block it again. , There was a crisp clicking sound, followed by a jingle, and the Qingfeng sword was cut off and fell to the ground.

Suddenly a serious voice from the system sounded: "The Qingfeng sword has been damaged."

Yang Jing was so angry that his eyes were red, and he lost his mind for a moment. The man has experienced many battles, how could he let go of this flaw, and pushed the other hand in the opposite direction. I don't know what effort he used to push him a few meters away. .

The Song family exclaimed for a while, and Song Chu got up in panic and shouted: "Master!"

To say that the man was merciful, he pushed in the direction where the Song family gathered. When they saw Yang Jing fall over, they rushed to catch him.

Song Chu broke through the crowd and came to Yang Jing's side, and hurriedly shouted: "Master, master, are you okay?"

Yang Jing sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with someone's hand leaning behind him, he heard the beating of his chest clearly in his ears, his gaze first looked at Song Chu, then subconsciously lowered his gaze, There was a black sword hilt pinned to Song Chu's waist, with intricate patterns drawn on it, which looked simple and solemn. He had never seen Song Chu wear this sword hilt before, but the patterns on it were familiar to him.

"The sign of the Underworld Temple?" Yang Jing exclaimed a little, but his voice was drowned out by the concerned inquiries of the Song family.

Yang Jing wanted to check it out, so he immediately displayed the attribute of the hilt: Dongming Lingxi Sword (sealed)

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There were only a few short words, but no specific attributes. The system knew that Yang Jing had noticed the Dongming Lingxi sword, coughed, and said, "Inject the unique spiritual energy of Dongming Temple, and then it can be unsealed."

A bright light appeared in Yang Jing's eyes, he looked up at Song Chu, pointed to the sword hilt at his waist, "give it to me."

Song Chu was taken aback, and the Song family beside him stopped talking. Song Chu looked down at the hilt of the sword at his waist, with a sad expression, "This is me..."

His lips moved, but before he finished speaking, Yang Jing urged him again.

Song Chu really listened to Yang Jing's words, even though this thing meant a lot to him, Song Chu untied the rope around his waist, handed it over, and asked suspiciously: "Master, this is just a sword hilt, do you want it?" What is he doing?"

Yang Jing didn't speak, took the hilt of the sword, and immediately felt a slight tremor along the palm of his hand, as if connected to the heart, his body was slightly hot, and he remained motionless as if in a trance, adjusting the breath of the spiritual energy in his body, controlling them, and injecting them Looking at the hilt of the sword, I felt that the aura was flowing faster and faster, and there seemed to be something in the hilt trying to break free.

There was a sound of "Zheng", and a wide sword body emerged from the hilt, as clear as ink, with a green edge shining all over the body.

Song Churu was stunned, speechless, even Mr. Song looked shocked, his figure swayed, and he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

Yang Jing didn't notice so much, holding the Dongming Lingxi sword, pointed at the man, "If you don't accept it, let's fight!"