Nangong Haotian did not expect this result. He stared blankly at the half of the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword stuck on the ground. The Yinshan Swordsman sat on the ground in a daze, motionless, with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. His feet were stuck in
He fell into the sand with half of the cold iron sword inserted in front of his body.
Where the sword is and the man is alive, if the sword dies, the man dies!!! The silver fir swordsman didn't know what to do for a while.
"Be careful!" He said it for a long time, but it happened in an instant. At this time, Liu Qianwen suddenly saw Master Faming's attack coming behind Nangong Haotian, but Nangong Haotian didn't even see it and stood there blankly.
He was so frightened that he suddenly blurted out a reminder.
Everyone around also saw Master Faming's attack in order to prevent the two from continuing to fight. At the same time, there was a burst of exclamation. Nangong Haotian reacted instantly and barely dodged the head of the staff on one side of his body.
But that was Master Faming's personal weapon, a pumpkin cane. He dodged the head of the cane, but had no strength to dodge the tail. He only heard a bang, and Nangong Haotian rushed a few steps forward, only to feel
My heart felt so sweet that I almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Nangong Haotian suppressed the sweetness in his heart, swallowed the mouthful of blood, took a deep look at Master Fa Ming who was extremely embarrassed, and then stood on tiptoe and flew out of the circle.
When Liu Qianwen and others saw it, they shouted urgently and gathered around, protecting Nangong Haotian and checking his body for any injuries. Nangong Haotian smiled slightly and shook his head at everyone.
Now he can only pretend to be uninjured. Fortunately, the first level of the Waste Transformation Art is the body training stage, and he has also practiced the body training stage to the fourth level. His own defense power is astonishing, otherwise
Just this one blow from Master Faming would cause serious damage to himself who was already exhausted.
However, after Nangong Haotian suffered this blow, he also had some doubts in his mind. It stands to reason that the waste magic formula is a magic formula for cultivating gods. Its magical effect cannot be so bad. He has cultivated to the fourth level, and he can even attack by people in the martial arts world.
If you can't even defend yourself, can you still call it a spiritual cultivation technique?
There must be some secret in this, otherwise even if you practice the Waste to God Art to the highest level, you will end up being just a Waste God with the lowest strength. Is this really what the Waste to God Art is like?
After adjusting his breath slightly to stabilize the injuries in his body, he raised his head as if nothing had happened and looked at the people around him. If there was any bad intention on their faces, Nangong Haotian would use Chu Xing at the risk of his life.
Fall, kill all the people here.
Master Faming, who saw a golden melon Zen staff injuring Nangong Haotian, Heshi proclaimed a Buddhist name and said: "Both of them are contemporary masters of swordsmanship, extraordinary talents in the martial arts world. If anything happens to the two of them, any one of them will be killed."
This is a great loss to the martial arts world. Donor Nangong, I was really rude just now. You were not hurt."
"Master, it's serious. I have to thank you for your mercy, otherwise this kid wouldn't be able to stand here!" Nangong Haotian was very smart and lifted Master Faming up a step. Otherwise, he would have taken action in front of so many people.
It's very hard to step down, even though it was an accident.
A martial arts senior actually injured a junior. If this word gets out, Master Faming's reputation will definitely be affected. If he puts this debt on his own head, this is something Nangong Haotian doesn't want to see.
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Aunt Shan is too concerned about Shangguan Xiaowan's safety and who is the masked woman in red just now?
While thinking about it, without waiting for Nangong Haotian to speak, he took two steps forward eagerly and said in a deep voice: "As long as the master asks him to tell the girl's origin and surname, my young master will voluntarily give up..."
"No." The silver-shirted swordsman had just been helped up when he heard Aunt Shan say this. Although she was injured, she still shouted angrily and her face turned red.
Master Faming, who was about to turn back to look at the silver-robed swordsman, hesitated to speak. The silver-clad swordsman didn't look at him at all. He sighed and shook his head.
When Aunt Shan saw that the silver-robed swordsman refused, she couldn't help but wave her crutch in her hand and said sternly: "No, you can't even think of leaving this place tonight."
"Haha... Hahaha... Hahaha, do you master and servant still want to come together?" Yinshan Swordsman laughed angrily a few times, pointed at Aunt Shan, and said angrily: "Aunt Shan, if you dare to come, you will not be able to come today.
Even if I risk my life, I will keep your life alive."
Aunt Shan's face turned red. She stamped the crutch in her hand twice and looked at Nangong Haotian again.
Nangong Haotian waved his hand and made a gesture of relief, then turned to the Yinshan Swordsman and said lightly: "If you want to die, I am willing to help you!"
"You——" The silver fir swordsman was furious for a while, but when he saw the two broken swords in his hands, he became timid again. He stared at Nangong Haotian with his eyes, and could not say a word for a long time. Nangong
Haotian definitely has the strength to kill himself.
Nangong Haotian showed no signs of weakness and looked at the Yinshan Swordsman indifferently. If he dared to say another word, he would directly go forward and kill the local people.
Taoist priest Jingde on the side saw that the atmosphere that had finally calmed down became tense again. He hurriedly took two steps forward, nodded slightly to Nangong Haotian and said: "I know what I know, and I am willing to tell Nangong Young Master.
"As far as Pindao knows, this girl is probably the most familiar with the young hero's whereabouts and purpose." Taoist Master Jingde looked at the Yinshan Swordsman with a sullen expression, and there was an unexplainable smile at the corner of his mouth, but it was very vague, ordinary people
Hard to see.
Nangong Haotian let out a surprised sound, frowned and pondered for a while, and then asked: "What do you mean by the Taoist Master's words..."
Taoist Master Jingde smiled and replied: "Pindao guessed based on the fact that the girl not only knew that the young hero came to Langsha, but also knew that you had learned water skills in Brownstone Valley for nearly a month!"
Nangong Haotian frowned. He was sure that when he learned water skills, even the Demon Dragon Slayer King didn't know about it. How could she know about him? Could it be that she was a ghost? How could the Netherworld Devil's Eyes not detect it?
"What else did she say?" Nangong Haotian touched the tip of his nose and asked.
Taoist Master Jingde replied: "She also told Pindao and others that there is a transfer station for the Demon Sect in this place. Many missing knights on the chivalrous path are all imprisoned in this place."
Nangong Haotian looked at Wei Xiaoying doubtfully. She was the only one here who was chivalrous. Although Liu Qianwen could be considered a chivalrous one, Liu Qianwen was his own woman. Would she do anything that was unworthy of her?
Wei Xiaoying was stunned when Nangong Haotian looked at her. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she said uneasily: "Could it be that this ugly woman is from our Brown Stone Valley?"
Master Faming asked: "Is there such an ugly woman in your house?"
Wei Xiaoying thought for a while, shook her head and said: "There seems to be no such person among the servants and maids..."
The silver-shirted swordsman chuckled and suddenly said: "I can tell you frankly that her clothes are made of fine fabrics, so she cannot be a maid."
Wei Xiaoying glared at the Yinshan Swordsman and said angrily: "Since you know her details, why didn't you tell her? Or are you doing some shameful thing with her?"
"I said, no." The silver-shirted swordsman seemed to have become smarter. He no longer accepted Wei Xiaoying's provocation and just stared at Nangong Haotian.
Nangong Haotian looked at the Silver Fir Swordsman and said indifferently: "The Silver Fir Swordsman, right?"
The Yinshan Swordsman is so angry. It turns out that Nangong Haotian has been fighting with him for so long, and even wanted to kill him, but he still doesn't know his name.
Nangong Haotian ignored the murderous gaze of the silver fir swordsman, glanced at Master Faming again, and then continued: "Since you are unwilling to say it, I have to ask you for advice."
"You—" Yinshan Swordsman was extremely angry. Nangong Haotian's swordsmanship was not inferior to his own, and now the sword in his hand was broken. For a swordsman, there is nothing more humiliating than this.
Suddenly, Yinshan Swordsman saw Nangong Haotian's body shaking vaguely. He rolled his eyes and seemed to think of something. Could it be that Nangong Haotian was injured just now?
The silver fir swordsman observed Nangong Haotian's face carefully and found that there was cold sweat on his forehead, and his palms were clenched tightly from time to time. Even the bones were turned white from the grip. He listened carefully and found that Nangong Haotian's breathing was also somewhat...
Disturbed, it seemed like he was really injured.
The Yinshan Swordsman was overjoyed. Although he himself was injured, in his opinion, Nangong Haotian had just captured a majestic sea dragon from the sea, and his internal energy consumption was naturally much greater than his own.
Moreover, the inner strength and mental skills that I have cultivated are of the highest quality, and my recovery is naturally extremely fast. I have now recovered about 10% of my strength, but this is not necessarily the case for Nangong Haotian, who should be able to kill even if he is 10% of his strength.
Kill him.
Thinking of this, the silver fir swordsman smiled coldly, waved his hand and let go of the man who was supporting him, and sneered: "If we fight for hundreds of rounds, you still can't hurt me, I am willing to compete with you in palm skills.
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Hearing this, Nangong Haotian's lips curled up into a sneer without any trace, and he took the bait! Everything he just did was just pretending, and his purpose was to get the Yinshan Swordsman to take the bait and fight with him.
Now that the power of chaos in the body has recovered by nearly 30%, it is more than enough to deal with the Silver Fir Swordsman, but it will definitely increase the damage in the body. Killing him and suffering some injuries is worth it.
"What if you lose?" Nangong Haotian frowned fiercely, seeming worried.
The appearance of Yinshan Swordsman Jian Nangong Haotian made him even more sure that Nangong Haotian had been seriously injured, and he was afraid that he would not fight with him because of this.