This battle seemed to be under Ye Yang's control from beginning to end, without any flaws and the rhythm was proceeding in an orderly manner.
It seemed that everything was going too smoothly. After Ye Yang knocked out the bearded man with a few punches, a strong breath suddenly came from behind. The blow came so suddenly that Ye Yang was half-crouching on the ground, trying to dodge.
, it’s too late.
"Bang!"
The mysterious power instantly expanded, and a dark but golden aura condensed all over the body, causing the incoming person to frown instantly. He didn't know why this color of aura appeared. Even if he was from the Necromancer clan,
There shouldn't be a faint golden light in the black aura.
"Bang!"
The heavy punch fell, and Ye Yang rolled to the side for a distance. He was unable to escape the blow, and his arm was injured on the front. However, after protecting his body, he was able to barely withstand the attack. Fortunately, the opponent's level did not seem to be the same.
No taller than himself, otherwise Ye Yang's left arm would be useless.
Standing up quickly, Ye Yang did not dare to leave any time for the other party. If there was a slight mistake, he would be controlled by others. After all, he was only a junior mysterious soul, so how could he have any capital to gamble with others.
"You are really a weird guy without a medal. The color of your mysterious power seems to be very unknown!" The man was young, at most about the same age as Lin Ze, and Lin Ze was only in his mid-twenties.
.A Xuanhun who is in his mid-twenties is relatively young and promising. After hearing these words, Ye Yang can also see that this kid is not so brainless.
"Now is not the time to investigate the background. We will consider these issues after you win." Ye Yang said lightly, then punched and ran towards the opponent.
"Chichi~"
Suddenly, two rings appeared on the young man's hands, with sharp spikes on the outer rings. To be precise, they were weapons called spur wheels. This guy's weapon was very...
It's special. In comparison, Ye Yang's disadvantages with his bare hands are revealed.
"Don't think that if you don't have weapons, I will let you go. Use all the conditions that are beneficial to you on the battlefield!" The young man stared at Ye Yang and said confidently.
"Yes, I agree with your point of view. I will not give up the conditions that are beneficial to me. However," at this point, a cold light shot out of Ye Yang's eyes, and he said with a cold smile: "You are too confident.
Already."
As he spoke, Ye Yang's fists were surging, and his footsteps were also moving at the same time. He only had two methods of self-defense, and he could only use them in combination. He secretly made a plan. When he overthrows the Nalan family, he must start from
Mr. Xuan came over with some mystical methods. Although he didn't have any books on mystical methods, he must have a method of cultivation in his heart.
"Boy, don't have bad thoughts, I can't even sleep well." Mr. Xuan said with some surprise.
"Sleep well, let me deal with this kid first." After that, Ye Yang punched up and stepped on the ground. The speed he brought out made the guy in front of him stunned for a while. He was so fast.
Yes, he must be of such a high level.
Could it be that he didn't have weapons, but that he didn't need to use weapons at all? For a moment, the young man's self-confidence collapsed, but he still had reason, and his intuition told him that it was time for him to take action, or to avoid it, or else...
Seeking death.
"Chichi~"
In an instant, the thorn wheel on his hand began to rotate. The rotation frequency was so fast that Ye Yang could not see clearly. The sharp thorn light had formed an arc due to the rapid rotation. There was a faint red light around the spur wheel.
Ye Yang knew that this was a master-level mysterious technique, but the mysterious techniques that could be attached to weapons such as the Thorn Wheel were extremely special moves.
It is already very good for a Xuanhun-level practitioner to have master-level Xuanfa at his disposal. Ye Yang's Breaking Wind Fist is only a Shift-level Xuanfa.
The cyan color was accompanied by reddish color, and two spur wheels suddenly shot out from the young man's hand, shooting towards Ye Yang quickly. While whistling, Ye Yang only felt two flying saucer-like things wandering around him.
If you are not careful, you will slip and fall into the water. The consequences are no joke.
"Clang~"
Not long after, a crisp sound reached Ye Yang's ears. To his surprise, Ye Yang found that the two spur wheels had lost their color and fell to the ground. The crisp sound was from the metal spur wheels hitting the rocks.
The sound coming from above.
"You! Despicable..." The young man stared at Ye Yang with a dead look in his eyes, and then fell down unwillingly.
Ye Yang helplessly spread his hands and shrugged, indicating that this was not his idea at all. God knows how this guy Xiaowan suddenly jumped out. Seeing the elementary mysterious soul fall, Ye Yang subconsciously looked to the side and saw
The mid-level mysterious soul just now had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Yang looked at the little bear cub that was less than fifty centimeters tall. He couldn't help but swallow. He only heard a "dong" sound, and Ye Yang felt horrified in his heart. Xiao Wan's strength was really abnormal. Fortunately, it did not destroy humanity.
Otherwise, it would be terrible to let it grow.
After settling everything here, Ye Yang quickly ran towards the front of the caravan. At this moment, only the front of the entire caravan was still under pressure. Although there were many people there, there was no one who could stop the leader of the caravan.
At this moment, Lin Ze and Li Laoliu were teaming up to deal with Vice Tong Zhang. Both of them were seriously injured and could not last long.
Zi Ning was also fighting with a high-level Mystic Master. She didn't seem too stressed, so Ye Yang didn't help. Four of the other nine high-level Mystic Masters had also rushed forward. They discovered Zhang Futong's ferocity.
He knew that if he didn't rescue him, more brothers would die at his hands.
"Brother!"
When Lin Ze saw a familiar figure walking behind Vice President Zhang, he was instantly overjoyed. The faces of those who had been unable to hold on anymore regained their confidence.
"Huh? Has the boss behind the scenes finally appeared?" Vice President Zhang turned around with a ferocious expression.
"Suffer death, old ghost!" A man shouted loudly, and at the same time, the other three high-level mystical masters also rushed towards Zhang Futong. In an instant, four divisions were fighting against one soul. With such a formation, it was really hard to say which side would win.
Can high-level mysterious souls deal with four high-level mysterious masters at the same time? Ye Yang was guessing the answer, but soon he got the answer. In fact, the four high-level mysterious masters were simply unable to compete with high-level mysterious souls. In terms of level, they were on the same level.
.
"Chi~"
A streak of blood streaked across the body of the high-level master who rushed over first, and suddenly an arc-shaped figure streaked across the sky, spilling an arc of blood.
His direction was towards the bottom of the cliff. Ye Yang did not think this was a coincidence, but that Vice Tong Zhang intended to throw people under the cliff, because almost no one present could survive after falling off the cliff.
Suddenly, a figure in a long robe suddenly jumped up. He hovered in mid-air, held the high-level mystic master who was about to fly off the cliff with his left hand, then landed firmly on the ground, brought him to the crowd, and shouted loudly at the same time.
: "Step back and let me come!"
Although the voice was not deep, it was extremely penetrating. In such a dark night, Ye Yang's voice exploded in the air. No one present could ignore the voice.
"Huh? Another brat?" The high-level masters around Zhang Futong all retreated. He glanced at Ye Yang. Under the bright moonlight, he could clearly see Ye Yang's face, which was so childish.
"Brother, this man is the deputy commander of the Nalan family's cavalry army. You have to be careful!" Tian Ming reminded him when he saw Ye Yang appear.
Ye Yang smiled and said: "No wonder he is a high-level mysterious soul. I wonder how the Nalan family will react if a deputy military commander is killed."
"Hmph! Boy, don't be arrogant!" Vice-Tong Zhang felt a little inexplicable fear. In fact, when he saw a boy who was no more than twenty years old, he shouldn't have any fear at all.
Li Laoliu smiled evilly: "Boss, you might as well give it a try!"
...
Zi Ning is trying his best to deal with a high-level Mystic Master on the other side. The two are of the same level. Zi Ning's strength is obviously slightly inferior to that high-level Mystic Master, but he has always been in an invincible position. The reason is very simple. Zi Ning's opponent
, is a middle-aged uncle with a wretched look. He has been staring at Zi Ning lustfully since the battle started. The reason why he refused to end the battle between the two early is because the uncle couldn't bear to look at Zi Ning.
Such a beautiful girl fell down in front of him.
"Old man, are you done yet?" Zi Ning curled her lips and was filled with anger. She had already realized that the other party was clearly teasing her.
"Your steps are messed up."
Zi Ning was a little surprised by what the sound was. It was so familiar, but in her desperation, she didn't have the intention to remember it.
"Don't worry, he is not your opponent."
The sound started again. Zi Ning finally identified the location of the sound and immediately looked away. On a boulder beside the road, Xiao Wan was holding his hands on his chest. His eyes were narrowed into a slit, and he was watching this leisurely.
The battle before you.
The wretched uncle also stopped his movements and turned to look behind him. On the stone closer to him, he was making a little bear cub. The wretched uncle immediately said in surprise: "What the hell!"
"That's it now!" Xiao Wan opened his eyes with a sharp cold light, which instantly shocked the wretched uncle and made him tremble with fear.
Zi Ning seemed to have received some kind of order. After Xiao Wan reminded her, she immediately gathered the power of mystery in her palms. She was a disciple of Yi Zong, who except Po Feng Fist, majored in fire-based mysterious methods.
Therefore, she also mastered several items.
Practitioners who grow up in a sect are happy. At a low level, there are a lot of mysterious methods available.
"Fire Spell!"
Zi Ning shouted softly, and in just a moment, like a nimble little witch, she produced flames in her palms. She controlled the mysterious fire, forming a ring of fire on the head of the wretched uncle. Gradually, the ring of fire moved downwards.
, and the radius gradually expands.
By the time the wretched uncle came back to his senses, the effect of the Fire Curse had been fully activated. Zi Ning smiled slyly, pinched the flame in her palm, and in an instant, a wail resounded throughout the foothills.
