Chapter 323: Dry Yang Golden Saber Talisman

After Song Qingming escaped for more than ten miles, he discovered that the escape speed of Sun Jingya, who was chasing him, was not slower than his own when wearing the Wind-Riding Boots, and he couldn't help but frown secretly.

Feeling that it was difficult to shake off the opponent by speed, Song Qingming took the initiative to slow down his escape speed. After Sun Jingya caught up, he took out a dozen low-tier spirit talismans and attacked the opponent behind him directly.

Facing Song Qingming's attack, Sun Jingya showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to use a yellow wooden shield, and easily blocked Song Qingming's string of attacks.

"Hmph! You don't intend to continue running?"

"Is Fellow Daoist here to avenge the owner of these boots?" Song Qingming asked slowly with a calm face.

Sun Jingya looked at Song Qingming with a fierce face and said: "Junior Brother Lin should have died in your hands, Fellow Daoist. It is really God's eyes that you bumped into me today, allowing me to have the opportunity to avenge him with my own hands.

Hehe! Don't worry, I will let you experience how painful it is to be alive later!"

"On such a battlefield where you die and I live, I just killed an enemy. Fellow Daoist is not the first person who wants my life, so don't use such words to intimidate me. If you want revenge, just come!" As soon as the words fell, Song Qingming raised his hand and released a piece of spirit talismans at him again.

"Overestimating your own strength!"

After using the yellow wooden shield to block a piece of spirit talismans again, Sun Jingya, who was somewhat smug, was suddenly blasted back a few steps by a burst of fire, and the clothes on his body were also affected and burned black. After stabilizing his figure, Sun Jingya noticed that Song Qingming had hidden a second-tier low-grade "Explosive Fire Talisman" in this pile of spirit talismans.

"Even a second-tier spirit talisman like the Explosive Fire Talisman couldn't cause damage to him at close range, this guy is really thick-skinned."

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Song Qingming was also startled in his heart. He estimated that the shield in Sun Jingya's hand should also be a high-quality defensive magic tool.

"Good boy, really insidious enough. It seems that Junior Brother Lin's death in your hands is not unjust!"

Being tricked by the opponent as soon as he came up, Sun Jingya couldn't help but have a hint of anger on his face. Although this attack didn't cause him any damage, Song Qingming had angered him again.

Sun Jingya suddenly took the initiative to retreat more than ten steps, and suddenly there was an emerald jade pot in his hand. Under his two-handed spell, a large group of green mist sprayed out from the emerald jade pot, quickly covering all of Song Qingming's surroundings.

Seeing that this mist had surrounded him, Song Qingming, who could not dodge for a while, hurriedly propped up a water-shaped protective cover to protect himself, isolating these mists outside.

The color of these mists looked very strange, and it was obvious that they would contain highly toxic substances. Once they were stained, it would be a bit troublesome.

Fortunately, such poisonous mist could be easily blocked by ordinary five-element protective covers, so it could not be considered a very powerful attack.

However, the reason why Sun Jingya used this magic tool was not to rely on this poisonous mist to attack, but to trap and interfere with Song Qingming's vision, weaken his defensive power, and make it difficult for Song Qingming to guard against his subsequent attacks.

Song Qingming, who was in this green mist, suddenly felt a fire light attacking from the front, and hurriedly turned around to dodge. Unexpectedly, just as he acted, a black giant sword on his side had already killed his side. Fortunately, at this time, he had already cast a spell to drive the Clear Water Bell to cover himself.

After a loud bang, Song Qingming inside the Clear Water Bell flew backward for more than ten zhang. Before he could fully stabilize his figure, the black giant sword had already killed him again. Facing the opponent's sharp attack, Song Qingming had no other way but to exert his strength to drive the Clear Water Bell above his head to fight the enemy with all his might.

"Fellow Daoist's magic tool is not bad, but it's a pity that your strength is not enough, and you can't fully exert its strength even with a good magic tool." After slashing Song Qingming to the ground with a sword again, Sun Jingya landed in front of him with a mocking face, carrying the black giant sword in his hand and slowly walking toward him step by step.

After more than a dozen collisions, Song Qingming soon fell into an absolute disadvantage in this battle, and could only parry and deal with it, without any power to fight back. If it weren't for the defensive ability of the Clear Water Bell magic tool in his hand being strong enough, he would have been beaten into serious injury by the opponent even if he didn't die now.

In this battle, whether it was cultivation, magic tools, or cultivation techniques and divine abilities, Song Qingming was almost completely suppressed by Sun Jingya in front of him. The opponent's strength was really too much stronger than him. Even if he revealed some flaws, the spells and spirit talismans used by Song Qingming could not break through the defense of the yellow wooden shield in Sun Jingya's hand when they reached the opponent.

Just like when the owner of the Wind-Riding Boots wanted to ambush Song Qingming with the substitute puppet in his hand, in the face of absolute strength gap, no matter what little tricks you want to play, they are of no use.

"No wonder only one person came. It seems that I have encountered a real master this time!"

Since his cultivation entered the Foundation Establishment period, Song Qingming had also fought head-on with many cultivators. Except for the time he faced the Golden Core Demon King Qingluan in the Fuyun Mountain Range, he had never been as embarrassed as he was now.

This Sun Jingya could be considered the most powerful Foundation Establishment expert he had ever encountered. Even Huang Shengxin, whose cultivation was about the same as his, was probably not his opponent. Among the Foundation Establishment cultivators in Song Qingming's impression, the only one who had the confidence to defeat this person was the sword cultivator Chen Xuanxin of the Xiaoyao Sect before he formed a Golden Core.

Since he couldn't beat him, he couldn't continue to consume with him.

Facing Sun Jingya, who suppressed him in all aspects, Song Qingming knew that it was impossible for him to defeat him by himself. The opponent also wanted his life, and it was impossible to make the opponent stop by mouth. If he wanted to survive, there was only this last way left.

After making up his mind, Song Qingming took advantage of Sun Jingya's approach to a certain range and concentrated the remaining magic power in his body to drive a golden spirit talisman that had been hidden in his hand early.

This was a second-tier high-grade spirit talisman, named Dry Yang Golden Saber Talisman, which Song Qingming had purchased in Guiyun Market earlier, and it was also the highest quality spirit talisman he had left.

Under Song Qingming's drive, the Dry Yang Golden Saber Talisman turned into a small golden saber and quickly slashed toward Sun Jingya's neck.

Facing this sudden strike, Sun Jingya, who was somewhat surprised, hurriedly erected the yellow wooden shield in his hand to block in front of him. He thought he could block this strike easily as before, but he didn't expect that the power of this Dry Yang Golden Saber Talisman had suddenly increased several times compared to the second-tier spirit talismans Song Qingming had launched before. His defensive magic tool had only been up for a while before a crack appeared.