When Nu Shiyi heard this, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled,
"I hope you'd better respect me!" Nu Eleven said solemnly: "You are not a slave of the Lu family that you can insult! Use all your strength to fight me!"
"Okay, you want to see my full strength, huh, I planned to spare your life, but I didn't expect you to seek death yourself!" Yan Jin laughed angrily.
He suddenly slapped his chest with his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The moment the blood left the body, the expression on Yan Jin's face suddenly became a little weak.
However, this weakness was only temporary. In an instant, his breath became as terrifying as a scourge.
"Come, let you see my full strength!" Yan Jin's voice became a little hoarse.
It vaguely resembled a ferocious beast, roaring.
"Did you use a secret method?" Nu Shiyi frowned and said, "Think about it, since you used a secret method to deal with me, I am too embarrassed to hold back."
Nu Shiyi suddenly bit his finger and scratched it on his forehead.
At the point of his hand, the drop of blood seemed to be tattooed on his forehead, gradually blooming, and then actually formed the shape of a skull.
Click, click, click!
There was a sound of bones cracking, and Nu Shi moved his body. In these few breaths, he actually grew about half a meter taller.
Moreover, the muscles on his body also became stronger, holding up his outer clothes.
"Come!" Nu Eleven stamped his feet, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground.
Countless cracks like spider webs spread in all directions. At the same time, Nu Shiyi's speed was as fast as thunder, and he was in front of Yan Jin in an instant.
"A strong wind!"
"Angry Ghost Fist!"
The two spells collided fiercely, but the result was unexpected.
Yan Jin's sword seemed to be very powerful, but to Nu Shiyi's punch, it looked like it was made of paper. There was no obstruction at all, and the spell was broken directly.
boom!
There was another muffled sound, and Yan Jin was knocked out again.
This time, Yan Jin was even more embarrassed. His whole body was stuck in the mud and he could not move.
"Vulnerable." Nu Shiyi curled his lips disdainfully: "With such strength, you dare to shout in front of my young master. You really don't know how to live or die."
"Slave Eleven, take off one of his legs." An evil laugh came from the painted red sedan.
"Yes, Master." Nu Shiyi strode towards Yan Jin.
puff!
Without any hesitation, Nu Shiyi took out a long knife from his storage bag and looked directly at one of Yan Jin's legs.
"Ahhhhhhh-" Yan Jin let out a shrill scream.
Even monks still feel pain.
One of Yan Jin's legs was cut off abruptly, and the intense pain made him almost faint.
"Take another arm from him, seal his mouth with dirt, and finally destroy his cultivation." Lu Wuya continued to order.
Nu Shiyi is a loyal servant, so he naturally obeys Lu Wuya's words.
The knife in his hand moved to Yan Jin's arm.
But at this moment, the blade of the sword was suddenly blocked by a whisk.
"Lu Wuya, you have to be merciful and don't go too far." Bai Suqing said calmly.
Nu Shiyi's eyes turned cold and he wanted to take action.
"Get off." The curtain of the sedan was suddenly opened, and Lu Wuya walked out.
"Of course I won't argue with this waste, Bai Suqing, and your apprentice Fang Xiuyun, I'm here for you two."
Lu Wuya licked his lips and said evilly: "If you are willing to be my concubine, I can share this divine light with you."