Yang Haoran had no intention of escaping independently.
And his face remained as usual, confident and fearless.
There is even a feeling of eagerness to try.
Of course Yang Haoran didn't want to do it himself, he knew his own weight.
It's just a matter of resisting beatings and not being beaten to death by strong men in the late Nascent Soul stage.
But it is completely impossible to defeat the opponent.
Even if Yang Haoran has a solid foundation, he can fight at a higher level.
Facing the powerful ones in the late Nascent Soul stage, they can only barely cope with them.
But Yang Haoran has a Xuanling cat!
That guy felt a little inflated because of his recent surge in strength.
There is always a feeling that this cat is invincible in the world.
The monster cat in the Nascent Soul stage has inherited all the methods of Long Xutian's Seven Killing Sect.
Now he has been trained by Ah Zi for some time.
It's hard for Yang Haoran to judge how strong his combat effectiveness is.
Anyway, he shouldn't be weaker than Long Xutian before.
Long Xutian can defeat He Guangling, who is at the peak of his Nascent Soul stage, so maybe Xuanling Huamao can do the same, right?
Yang Haoran was making calculations in his mind, but the scholar didn't know why and was anxious to death.
He knew his abilities well and had no problem blocking this late Nascent Soul stage powerhouse for a period of time.
But as time goes by, the problem becomes bigger!
If the entanglement lasts too long, he himself will be in danger.
That's why he yelled for Yang Haoran to leave quickly.
What left the scholar speechless was that Yang Haoran was actually indifferent.
"Hey, you better take care of yourself!"
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage sneered, and countless sword shadows roared down towards the scholar again.
The scholar was already sweating on his forehead and was running around in a hurry.
At this moment, he hurriedly backed up, somewhat losing his sense of proportion.
For an expert, a little negligence can mean the difference between life and death.
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage shouted loudly, and all the sword shadows disappeared in an instant, and the real sword had already slashed towards the scholar's head.
The terrifying aura was like a mountain, overwhelming the scholar and suffocating him for breath.
I felt a strong pressure between my waist and legs, and I couldn't help but curl up.
The power of the Nascent Soul on the sword has completely covered the scholar's body, causing him to fall into the quagmire.
The scholar was shocked, and then he realized the huge gap between the Nascent Soul stage and the later stage.
He tried his best to break free from the other party's imprisonment, but it was somewhat powerless.
A sword has fallen, carrying a biting cold wind.
The scholar tried his best to avoid being slashed on the top of his head, but the sword landed on his shoulder.
How powerful is the power in the late Nascent Soul stage?
Even though the scholar's own defense was extremely strong, his left arm was severed by a sword.
As the entire left arm fell to the ground, a large amount of blood spurted out and scattered on the ground.
The scholar couldn't bear the pain, he let out a scream and almost fainted.
He only heard sneers in his ears, and the other party was obviously taking the opportunity to kill him.
The scholar felt desperate, fearing that he would not be spared this time!
Seeing that the opponent's sword tip was about to touch the scholar's chest.
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage opposite him suddenly shrank his pupils and felt a life and death crisis.
The instinct of the monk in the Nascent Soul stage made him withdraw his sword and slash it smoothly, making a sound of breaking through the air.
He heard a sneer that made his hair stand on end.
But looking around, I saw nothing.
Unknowingly, sweat was already rolling down his forehead.
So taking this opportunity, Yang Haoran had already reached the scholar's side and pulled him back quickly.
By the way, I didn't forget to pick up the scholar's fallen arm.
After all, it is an original part and can still be used when it is reattached.
Only then did the strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage on the opposite side react and couldn't help but become angry.
After taking a closer look, he recognized Yang Haoran's cultivation in the late Golden Core stage, and couldn't help but sneer.
"A monk at the Golden Core stage dares to make trouble in front of me. I think you are seeking death!"
The scholar was in unbearable pain at the moment, and the wound of his broken arm still retained the power of the other party's Nascent Soul, which weakened his ability to repair himself.
His eyes were still a little dark, but he still shouted anxiously towards Yang Haoran.
"Brother Yang, leave me alone, run away!"
After shouting several times, an external force of Nascent Soul collided with the scholar's soul, causing him to faint.
Yang Haoran knew that the scholar would not die, so he was naturally not worried.
As for the threat from the other side, Yang Haoran just laughed it off.
"It's still unclear who will live and who will die. Don't be too confident as a person!"
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage opposite seemed to have heard a big joke and couldn't stop laughing.
"Who gave you the courage to say such things? It seems that you have not been severely beaten by the spiritual community.
I will teach you a lesson today, remember to be self-aware in the next life."
As he spoke, the strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage had already swung his sword towards Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran smiled quite strangely and muttered to himself.
"Cats give me courage. I am a cat person."
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage opposite had a blank look on his face, thinking that Yang Haoran was talking nonsense.
The movements of his hands were not slow at all, and he was about to reach Yang Haoran.
Suddenly I felt like there was danger around me, just like the previous time.
She instinctively sheathed her sword and slashed, making her hair stand on end.
Then I quickly looked around and finally realized something was wrong.
"Damn! Who is sneaking around in the dark?
If you have the ability, come out and fight!"
Yang Haoran spread his hands and spoke quietly.
"I told you that I have a cat, but you don't believe me."
After speaking, Yang Haoran looked angry and snorted towards the void.
"Sanhua'er, I think you are drifting.
You didn't take action until the last moment. Are you demonstrating to me?
I think it’s time for us to talk about life!”
An aggrieved meow appeared in the void.
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage suddenly felt a life and death crisis.
He turned around hurriedly, but a black shadow appeared behind him out of thin air, and a big furry paw patted the back of his heart.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly slashed with his sword.
But it was slashed in the air, and he was in a state of shock.
That big fluffy paw suddenly hit his face, slapping him all over his face.
A sturdy calico cat appeared in front of him, standing as big as a calf.
It quickly waves its front paws and makes a meowing sound.
"Meow his second uncle, look at my lightning meow fist!"
The strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage was already injured.
The Xuanling cat suddenly appeared again.
There was no time for him to react.
When a cat's paw slapped him on the face, he completely lost the initiative.
After a lightning-fast cat claw punch, the body of the strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage was beaten to pieces.
A ball of white light emerged from the top of his head, which was the Nascent Soul that he had cultivated.
