Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

Bang!

Not far away, another fog beast, which looked like a cat, slapped forward with its thick front paws, and repelled the encirclement of several disciples of Jianxing Sect in front of it.

Only Teng Shanhua blocked the claws of the fog beast with his last effort, and did not retreat half a step.

Le Fenglin performed second, and was only repelled one step before he was able to thrust his sword again.

The other young disciples performed slightly worse, like fallen leaves, and were swept all over the place.

Among them was the ignorant young man Du Ling.

His strength of the fourth realm body refining, even if it was not as good as Le Fenglin, the descendant of Jianxing Sect Master, among his peers, was already outstanding.

But facing this fog beast, the strong sense of frustration and powerlessness lingered in his heart again.

For some reason, the embarrassing scene of being kicked away by Song Changming in the street suddenly appeared in his mind, and he became inexplicably irritated.

After stabilizing his body, he shouted angrily and killed the fog beast again without hesitation.

"Du Ling, don't be so stubborn!" A fellow disciple standing by reminded Du Ling immediately after seeing him so impetuous.

But Du Ling didn't care, as if he wanted to prove that he was no worse than anyone else!

While Teng Shanhua and Le Fenglin were holding the fog beast, he went around it and stabbed it in the abdomen with a sword, believing that this was the weak point of the fog beast's defense.

But the fog beast was extremely agile and had a strong sense of crisis. When the long sword stabbed, it had already dodged in advance and opened its bloody mouth.

Roar!

Like a tiger's roar, the sound waves swept, causing Du Ling's brain to go blank for a short time at a close distance, and he could no longer hear any other sounds.

When he came to his senses, he seemed to be hit by a high-speed train and flew out on the spot.

When he fell to the ground, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his bones seemed to be broken, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

Seeing the fog beast coming to bite him again, he couldn't move.

"Evil beast!" Teng Shanhua and Le Fenglin tried to stop him with their swords, but the fog beast relied on its invincible body to break through the sword net.

The big mouth full of fangs had already kissed him.

This fog beast had a certain intelligence and was quite cunning. It tried to kill the easy enemies first, sucked the opponent's blood and blood to further strengthen itself, and then dealt with the stronger enemies.

And Du Ling, who had just approached him, was obviously weaker than Teng Shanhua and Le Fenglin, so the fog beast set its target firmly on him.

"It's over!"

Du Ling, lying on the ground, felt desperate. He remembered Teng Shanhua's previous warning. This time he had to pay the price for his reckless behavior.

Even the sect background behind him could not protect him from this bloody mouth.

However, just as his desperate thought arose and his whole body was cold, someone suddenly kicked him impatiently.

This kick made him feel even more painful, and multiple wounds were torn open, but it also kicked him away in time, allowing him to avoid the fatal blow from the chasing fog beast, and he did not die on the spot.

He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a familiar back standing where he had just been. It was Song Changming, who he believed was a coward and a timid person.

Facing the flying fog beast, Song Changming looked normal, without any intention of retreating, and swung his arm to chop out the heavy long sword in his hand.

The size of the fog beast is larger than that of an ordinary tiger, and the impact of its pounce is enough to break the bones of a warrior.

Du Ling himself suffered greatly from it. The power of this fog beast is unstoppable.

However, the next scene.

A blurry silver light flashed in the air, and Song Changming swung the long sword and accurately chopped the fog beast's fang-filled mouth and its two front paws.

Bang!

The stone bricks on the ground were crushed by Song Changming, forcibly resisting the opponent's terrible impact.

Song Changming's arms mobilized huge strength, and a surge of bull demon power was stimulated, pouring down like a waterfall, and instead knocked the fog beast, which was much larger than him, to the ground!

Dust flew, and gravel splashed.

This scene was visually shocking!

Compared with the fog beast, Song Changming gave people the impression of a humanoid rampage beast!

The terrible power display, the unstoppable strong sword momentum, only one encounter forced to suppress the fog beast.

Du Ling was lying on the ground not far away, half-conscious and half-awake, witnessing this scene, without any thoughts in his mind.

Before, Song Changming ignored his shouting, was he afraid of things? Was he timid to refuse Le Fenglin's challenge?

Now, he seems to understand that it was just his self-righteousness.

The more powerful a person is, the more arrogant he is deep in his heart.

Maybe in Song Changming's eyes, he was just a small character who jumped up and down, so why bother to get angry with him.

When Du Ling thought of this, he was no longer able to think about it. He was so seriously injured that he fainted directly.

"So strong!" Le Fenglin on the other side was also shocked when he saw this scene.

He knew how strong the power of this fog beast was. He and Teng Shanhua had just joined forces and had not yet stopped this fog beast. This was evident.

"Fenglin, take Du Ling to the back! Song Weichang and I will stop this fog beast!" Teng Shanhua saw this and made a prompt decision.

He first had to ensure the safety of the young disciples who had gained experience on this trip, and then help Liu Dingsheng retire smoothly today.

On the ground, the fog beast took Song Changming's knife, and its mouth was full of blood, which also proved that his knife just now broke the defense of this fog beast.

It is not an easy task for a warrior to break the defense of a fog beast in a battle with it.

Only by inflicting effective damage to the fog beast can we have a real chance to kill it.

The fog beast on the ground struggled and rolled frantically. Song Changming held the hilt of the knife with both hands and slashed down with the dragon-patterned knife.

Boom!

The fog beast turned over in time and retreated like a spring. Song Changming's knife swing missed, leaving only a deep knife mark on the ground.

The fog beast poked its head out again to bite, but Song Changming dodges it with his light body skill.

He swung the knife with one hand again, using the soul-breaking knife skill, and slashed the neck of the fog beast fiercely.

He still poured 80% to 90% of his strength into this knife, almost using all his strength, but the imagined situation of the body being separated did not occur.

The fog beast just rolled on the ground a few more times after being chopped by him, and then stood up again with its head shaking.

There was a knife mark and a dent on the neck, but that was all.

"Really hard!" Song Changming couldn't help but smack his lips.

If it was a duel with a warrior, it would be hard to imagine who could survive after being hit by his knife.

Fighting this fog beast is indeed very different from fighting a warrior.

At the same time, Teng Shanhua also came over. His sword skills were also very powerful, but the lethality on the fog beast was quite limited.

The most important thing is that the fog beast will absorb the blood and energy around it, and the wounds that were hard to get will heal quickly after absorbing the blood and energy.

This is also the point that the fog beast is difficult to deal with.

With its super strong self-healing ability, if you can't kill it with one blow, it will easily make you fall into a bitter battle.

When the warriors are exhausted, the rest can only escape or become food for the fog beast.

Those who had to fight the fog beast in the courtyard were all martial arts masters. At present, there are not many casualties, so the blood and energy that the fog beast can absorb is also limited.

Song Changming took a deep breath, moved his body, and rushed towards the fog beast, and the sword skills in his hand changed again.

Since the Soul-Breaking Sword could not kill the fog beast, he had no intention of retaining his strength, and directly used the already mature super-level sword skills, the Flying Swallow Style.

The sharp blade cut through the layers of air waves and broke through the air.

In the whistling wind, there seemed to be the sound of hundreds of birds and light bells interweaving.

Song Changming avoided the claws of the fog beast with a graceful posture, leaned over and slashed with the long knife, chopping on its hind leg bone.

A blood mark instantly appeared on it, dyeing the thick fur red.

"Good knife skills!" Teng Shanhua was close and could see clearly, and his eyes lit up.

Although this knife still did not seriously injure the fog beast, it was enough to amaze him!

Apart from other things, Song Changming is absolutely worthy of the reputation he carries with his attainments in this knife!

Although he has never fought with Le Fenglin, Teng Shanhua asked himself that Le Fenglin at the moment is 99% not Song Changming's opponent!

It is indeed no wonder that Song Changming refused. Apart from the similar age, the two are basically not on the same level in terms of strength.

Even he felt a little ashamed of himself after seeing Song Changming's exquisite swordsmanship. He was not sure that he could beat Song Changming, let alone the other Sword Star Sect members he brought with him.

The fog beast lost its balance due to the sword, and fell to one side.

Song Changming was like a spinning top. After spinning twice nimbly, he slashed several more swords in an instant, all of which landed on the fog beast's hind leg.

And no matter how the fog beast moved, he could keep the landing point of each sword absolutely consistent.

If one sword was difficult to cut, he would chop five, ten, and dozens of swords!

No matter how strong the defense of this fog beast was, it was still a flesh and blood body after all. He didn't believe that he couldn't cut it!

So under the sword of the flying swallow style that was as fast as the tip of the blade, after more than ten swords, the fog beast's hind leg was almost chopped off by Song Changming.

His light body skills and the flying swallow style complemented each other, and the power of each could be improved.

During the process, the fog beast could not counterattack Song Changming or escape from him.

After a few breaths, Song Changming chopped off one of the fog beast's hind legs as he wished.

So, without this leg, the fog beast lost all its speed and half of its threat. In front of Song Changming and Teng Shanhua, it could only wait to be slaughtered.

In a corner of the courtyard wall not far away, the red-robed man holding the fog gold also noticed a high-level fog beast that was severely injured by Song Changming.

"It's a pity that a high-level fog beast died here. It still has growth potential."

His voice came from under the hood, and at the same time, he raised his hand, and some burning mist was scattered on the fog gold, turning into smoke arrows, shooting at the injured fog beast.

"Huh?!" Song Changming seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the red-robed man.

Seeing the smoke arrows coming, the long sword swept out suddenly, rolling up a fierce sword wind.

Under the wind of the sword, the smoke arrows showed signs of disintegration, but eventually turned into wisps of floating smoke, passed over Song Changming's sword, and merged into the body of the fog beast.

The fog beast roared continuously, and its eyes burst into red and yellow colors, as if there were flames dancing in them.

At the same time, the sword scars on its body healed quickly.

Even the hind leg that was cut off by Song Changming was gradually reshaped under the wrapping of the burning mist.