Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Li Jing's Demon-slaying Sword is tilted upward in the howling wind, trembling slightly as if crying or excited.
It seems to sense the approaching danger.
The Sand Scorpion Demon subconsciously stops tearing and chasing, and suddenly turns its head, its mung bean-sized eyes filled with vigilance.
"Demon!"
"Stop your insolence!"
With a thunderous roar, Li Jing activates his Blood Evil Technique at full speed. Driven by his energy, his blood surges throughout his body, roaring through his thick veins like a river.
Even his dark skin, fueled by the overly vigorous Qi and blood, becomes as red as if drunk. His closed pores open one by one, emitting white steam like wild horses breaking free.
The sweat on his brow stands on end,
with blood droplets visibly rolling at the tips.
The already hot desert becomes even hotter due to Li Jing, the air within a foot of his body is as if on fire.
From afar, the air appears to distort and fold.
Furthermore,
even the ancient and patterned longsword, fueled by his Qi and blood, bursts forth with an unimaginable brilliance as if washed by water.
Hiss!
Hiss!
As if it has already discerned the might of Li Jing and the Demon-slaying Sword,
the Sand Scorpion Demon no longer possesses its former ferocity; it holds up its pincers in various offensive poses.
At the same time, it opens its mouth wide and emits a sharp, piercing shriek!
Of course, while posturing, it does not forget to back away continuously.
Watching the Sand Scorpion Demon's performance worthy of an "acting emperor," a wave of joy sweeps through Li Jing's heart, and he can't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Ha, trying to flee?"
"Think it's that easy!?"
Li Jing stomps heavily on the ground with his feet and suddenly exerts force.
Propelled by the reaction force, his body launches upward, and after reaching a certain height, he twists his waist and dives down.
The Treasure Sword, like a night-devouring Asura, stabs straight down.
Swift!
Accurate!
Fierce!
There are no fancy moves, no techniques, just the combination of strength and speed.
Inverted, his whole body weight presses down on the longsword while also deftly entering the Sand Scorpion Demon's blind spot.
With the acceleration of gravity,
the speed is nothing short of astonishing.
Thud!
Before the crowd reacts, Li Jing's longsword has already pierced the back of the Sand Scorpion Demon.
The back of the Sand Scorpion Demon, covered by a complete carapace, polished over time in the yellow sands with each shedding. Over time, its carapace has become as hard as armor or steel. Thus, ordinary swords and weapons only leave a faint white mark on it, unable to penetrate its core.
This unique advantage is precisely what allows the Sand Scorpion Demon to roam freely here.
Without any natural predators!
But this time, it has to apologize.
Not to mention the acceleration due to gravity, just the sharpness of the Demon-slaying Sword alone is not something that the Sand Scorpion Demon can contend with.
Moreover,
stimulated by the demon aura, the symbols on the blade light up one by one even before the blade touches the scorpion's carapace, enveloping even Li Jing above and below in a fluorescent glow.
At the tip of the sword, an inch-long sword light flickers.
The black carapace of the Sand Scorpion Demon is certainly hard. But before the Demon-slaying Sword, it can only be helpless.
Thud!
With a muffled sound,
the Demon-slaying Sword directly pierces through the Sand Scorpion Demon's body, emerging from the abdomen. Fresh blood and viscous fluids spurt out, soaking the yellow sands.
The Sand Scorpion Demon, because of its pain, had its abdominal muscles constantly twitching.
Its robust claws, as well as the sharp tail that flickered with a dark gleam, were even more eerily curling towards the center and stabbing straight due to the twitching power.
Fortunately!
For such a situation!
Li Jing had anticipated it early!
Before the claws and tail could rise, he had already jumped off the scorpion's back and quickly retreated.
The spot where he had originally stood
Was left only with a sword hilt buried several feet deep.
Snap!
Snap!
The claws and tail were extremely ferocious, as if even the air was about to be pierced through.
But no matter how ferocious they were,
They were doomed to be without consequence.
This final strike also exhausted all of the Sand Scorpion Demon's strength.
It could only lie there weakly, at the mercy of the baking sun.
Pang Yong looked at the completely penetrated Sand Scorpion Demon before him, which clearly wouldn't live much longer, and an unreal feeling unexpectedly rose in his heart.
Upon looking at Pei Rong, she too was frozen in place, vigorously rubbing her eyes with both hands, her face full of disbelief.
What happened to the invulnerability to swords and spears?
What about the steel bones?
Was it just penetrated so easily?
This... Isn't this too simple?
In fact, not only them, this was also an unreal feeling that nearly everyone present shared.
It wasn't that they were belittling others to embolden themselves; it was truly because the Sand Scorpion was too terrifying.
Its entire external shell was like steel bones, impervious to knives and spears. Its strong claws were sharper than blade wheels. The poison needle on its tail was even more deadly upon contact, with no cure in sight.
Most importantly, the Sand Scorpion Demon wasn't large in size, it could bury itself within the yellow sands, not only moving at an astonishingly fast speed, but also launching attacks without anyone noticing.
It was simply a top-tier assassin. A nightmare for all living beings!
It was precisely because of this that many people in Jiangdu had an indescribable awe for the Sand Scorpion, with some people even tattooing its pattern on their bodies.
As if in the unseen beyond, they could receive the blessing of some type of power.
However, they could never have imagined that the Sand Scorpion, which seemed divine in the eyes of others, simply could not withstand a single sword strike from Xiahou Jiang!
Had the Sand Scorpion regressed?
Or was Xiahou Jiang just too strong?
Thinking of this, Pang Yong and Pei Rong subconsciously exchanged glances. They saw, in each other's eyes, an urgency like never before.
As long as there was a master like Xiahou Jiang stationed, Jiangdu would certainly be as secure as a fortress. Neither sand bandits nor the Demon Clan would dare to invade.
Just as they were contemplating how to retain Li Jing's services for Jiangdu City.
Li Jing's body had already leaned forward, his palm reached out, and he took the opportunity to pull out the Demon-slaying Sword.
One could see the emerald green demon blood gushing out like a fountain.
Li Jing did not dodge.
He let the demon blood drench his armor.
With the cleansing of the demon blood, the Demon-slaying Sword grew even more lustrous, the talismans on it becoming even clearer.
This was also a special attribute of the Demon-slaying Sword—the more demons it slayed, the stronger its power became.
Li Jing surmised that within these densely packed talismans, there must certainly be some that absorbed power.
With every demon slain, a portion of vitality and strength were absorbed and sealed. It was precisely for this reason that the might of the Demon-slaying Sword continued to grow.
Following this pattern of evolution, ultimately, it might possibly transform into a true Divine Artifact.
Of course, limited by its original state and forging technique, even if the Demon-slaying Sword truly became a Divine Artifact, there would still be a considerable gap between it and artifacts like the Sky Flipping Seal and Xuanyuan Sword.
Unless, it was reforged with new materials.
Just as he was deep in thought, a gleam caught his eye.
It turned out that within the Sand Scorpion Bloodstain, there was actually a small section of a poison needle.
"Could it be, there's still a gain?"