Cheng Mao had never seen such a gorgeous and deadly sword technique.

The blood, internal organs, meridians, and bone marrow were all trembling. He instantly lost control of his body, as if he had been petrified, and could only watch thousands of sword energy dismember him.

In the face of such great power of heaven and earth, any struggle seems futile.

However, just when he thought he would die, the battle situation was turning around and the turbulent sword force disappeared out of thin air!

Ning Yan came late, but sighed quietly, and the lamp pole in his hand suddenly broke into powder.

Is it still too forced...

If the Qiushui Sword was there, Cheng Mao's life would have been defeated with just one move.

But with his current cultivation level, he is unable to reach the point where he can hurt people by picking leaves and flying flowers. The fragile lamp pole can ultimately resist the destruction of his true energy.

"Living, come alive?"

Cheng Mao, who survived the disaster, was still a little unbelievable. It took a long time to react, his eyes both fearful and resentful.

A broken light pole actually forced him to that level!

Fortunately, it was broken!

Seeing that Ning Yan had no more weapons in his hand to use the amazing sword technique, he couldn't help but feel proud: "I didn't expect that my efforts would be in vain. Uncle, I have the destiny to do it!"

Ning Yan shook his head and said, "Don't say this randomly, it's a long life."

"Look at your half-dead look, what other means can you use?!"

Ning Yan remained silent about Cheng Mao's provocation.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face was extremely pale. A hideous knife wound on his chest and abdomen looked very terrifying. The blood could not stop flowing out, dyeing his plain long gown bright red.

He knew very well about his current situation. He was not only hurt by Cheng Mao's knife, but also ruined his vitality.

If it weren't for the innate qi that appeared strangely in the Qi Sea to support him, he wouldn't be able to stand up now.

Boom, boom.

A muffled thunder suddenly came from the sky, and the clouds above my head were getting thicker and thicker.

Ning Yan felt something and raised his head.

Is it going to rain?

The only thing outside the situation is Chai Ruru. She still can't see these tricks, she only knows that when she is at her most dangerous moment, she will be forced to turn the tide from the sky. Isn't this a plot that only a novel has?

Sure enough, Brother Yan is her true destiny!

The girl smiled happily, and her heart was filled with gloom. She was about to run over when she heard a loud shout.

"Don't come over!"

Chai Ruru was so scared that she stopped and was at a loss.

She vaguely noticed that something was wrong with her brother Yan.

Ning Yan couldn't help looking back at the girl, his tone softened, and said softly: "I can only fight this set of fists once. I will seriously understand it. How much I can remember depends on your ability."

"Maybe, for a long time, we can't meet again and take good care of ourselves."

take care of yourself?

Chai Ruru's mind was buzzing.

"You asked me what other means..."

Ning Yan eliminated his distracting thoughts, rolled up his sleeves with difficulty, and felt a sense of pride in his heart: "Now, I will give you the answer!"

Without the help of the system and the Qianlong Pot, the only thing that can be relied on is this dying body.

There is a great horror between life and death.

There is also great luck!

Boom, boom!

Black clouds were surging the city, and several spring thunders resounded through the sky one after another. First, three or two drops fell, and finally it became bigger and bigger, and soon it became a pouring momentum.

Cheng Mao narrowed his eyes slightly and grinned, "It seems that you are not lucky. How long can you last on rainy days and your injuries?"

“Quality on the contrary!”

Ning Yan looked arrogant and said with a smile: "The wind and rain become a saint, and the snake and dragon turn into dragons! Great luck!"

"By this sentence, I remember you!"

The next moment, the two rushed towards each other at the same time!

Cheng Mao held the ghost head knife tightly with both hands. The knife was as fast as the wind, and he could not even pour rain into it, and he sang and advanced rapidly.

Ning Yan let the rain hit him but ignored him completely. He bent his fingers into claws. The violent true energy imprisoned the air turbulence. With a sudden clench, the two fist intentions appeared at the same time, and the rapid rotation converged and merged, and finally manifested into a phantom of the dragon's head.

Snake and dragon transform into hands and climb the dragon!

It was time to say that, and the two of them passed by in a flash.

And at this moment, the winner has been decided!

The ghost-headed sword made of essence iron could not resist the ferocious fist force, and it instantly collapsed. However, the dragon head had not stopped coming, and it hit Cheng Mao hard and penetrated out of his body.

Silent.

The fragments of the blade fell all over the ground. Cheng Mao looked down at the blood hole in his chest in a daze and murmured: "What's the name of this move?"

Ning Yan left without looking back.

"If you pass on to a woman but not a man, don't worry about it."

Cheng Mao was stunned at first, then a hint of relief flashed across his face: "Lost to you, I... am convinced by my uncle."

Immediately afterwards, the tower-like body fell to the ground, slid down the roof tiles under the erosion of the rain, and finally fell into the rolling canal.

It's finally over...

Ning Yan heard the sound of the other party falling to the ground, and could no longer hold on, and his legs fell to the ground.

Just before he landed, Chai Ruru rushed up a few steps and hugged him steadily.

"Brother Yan, you, are you okay?"

Ning Yan found that he was being hugged by a seven-year-old girl, and suddenly felt a little funny and joked: "Is this punch handsome?"

"Such handsome..." Chai Ruru's eyes were red, and tears as big as beans burst out from her eyes, and she replied with a thrust.

Ning Yan did not have any sadness. In the dark, he felt that everything was back.

He transformed into the body of free heaven, the hidden dragon pot in the spiritual platform, and...

[You have understood the intention of the snake dragon fist.]

For the first time, he felt that dogs were so friendly.

Since the system has returned, it means he should go back too.

Feeling that the other party's breath became weaker and weaker, Chai Ruru hugged his shoulder tightly and cried loudly, "Brother Yan, I don't want you to die!"

"Don't cry." Ning Yan raised his hand and gently wiped away the girl's tears, and said in a wide voice: "I won't die."

"But, you have shed a lot of blood." Chai Ruru's little hand tried hard to help him cover his wound and repeated helplessly.

Why doesn't the blood stop? Stop it soon, please...

However, Ning Yan's wound had already deteriorated to an irrescueable level, and she was destined to be futile.

Ning Yan didn't know how to explain, so he looked up at the lower and lower clouds and sighed, "I'm really okay, I don't believe it, we'll pull it off."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I am a warrior, and my physical strength is far more powerful than ordinary people. This kind of injury is at most a little tricky and well-mained!"

Chai Ruru remembered that her father had suffered serious injuries a long time ago, and later recovered. It seemed that there was some reason. She believed it and said skeptical: "Is it really...really?"

"Of course, you can't just deceive people at will."

Chai Ruru burst into tears and nodded: "Yes!"

"Did you see that lantern?" Ning Yan pointed not far away.

The tiger-headed lantern that was thrown away by him before fell down there, but it was broken and cracked.

"Put it for me, we will choose it together at least."

"Where is Brother Yan?"

"Help me up, I will sit and adjust my breathing for a while." Ning Yan waved his hand and said, "Go and go."

Chai Ruru obediently straightened him, then jumped and ran towards the tiger-headed lantern.

Ning Yan felt his body fluttering and looked up at the sky.

The thick clouds seemed to have strange magic power, and they would suck all his mind in just one glance.

He slowly closed his eyes and finally said softly: "We will see you one day."
To be continued...