The wind, the quiet breeze in the valley, only adds a hint of coolness.
It blew Suning's slightly messy hair at the temples, and at the same time, it blew the dull young man's gorgeous purple robe to show that he was a direct disciple of the Martial Palace.
A faint murderous intention intertwined in the air, and the two of them released their minds to inquire about each other.
You come and go, fighting in secret.
Until Suning's face turned red, until the dull young man's eye sockets bulged.
"Uh-huh."
Under the quiet wind, the strong wind rises again, pulling like a wild beast roaring, and the sound is astonishing.
"Yigou."
Dao Huo'er was wary and shouted in a low voice.
Suning gritted his teeth and persisted, his breathing confused.
The dull young man's body swayed slightly, and his bulging eyes were densely covered with scarlet.
But even so, the two people are still entangled in their minds. Neither one is willing to retreat, and each wants to take this opportunity to find out the other's truth.
"Bang bang bang."
The pressure rises and the air current surges.
Under the cover of the mind, all the flowers, plants and trees within a kilometer radius withered, and the rocky ground exploded.
"Wow."
Unable to suppress it, Suning spurted blood and staggered backwards.
After retreating seventeen steps in a row, he could barely regain his balance.
On the other hand, the dull young man on the big tree also raised his head and retreated, but he was not hurt at all.
All he could see was that his face was twisted ferociously, and his Adam's apple was constantly rolling up and down.
"Kick..."
After taking a full twenty-three steps back, he relied on a small tree growing in the crack of the rock on the top of the mountain to transfer with his arms, taking advantage of the situation to remove most of the rebounding force.
"Is this the demon disciple from the demon world? The successor chosen by Black Bone?"
With an evil smile, the dull young man turned into smoke and returned to his original position, and said with great skill: "You lose."
Suning frowned and said nothing, looking at him coldly.
I could clearly feel that there was something wrong with the other person that was different from ordinary people, but for a moment I didn't know where to start.
There is nothing wrong with people, living people standing in front of you.
Including his mind, the power is not weak, comparable to the Dzogchen of the 14th-grade True Immortal.
As well as the cultivation he unintentionally exuded, he was truly at the peak of the twelfth level of the True Immortal.
But what really made Suning feel strange was his aura.
Watertight and extremely difficult to capture.
It is impossible for a normal person to completely control his aura while risking his life.
But the other party just did it and did it flawlessly.
"Is it an exotic treasure to protect yourself?"
Calmly wiping away the remaining drops of blood at the corner of his mouth, Suning said with a gloomy expression, "If you didn't have that little tree to help you dissipate your strength, you would have to take at least thirty steps back."
"Although I don't know what method you used to suppress the churning energy and blood in your body, I bet you won't feel comfortable right now."
The dull young man laughed and said, "You are deceiving yourself."
Suning said excitedly: "Why don't we try again?"
As he spoke, he walked closer and said provocatively: "You two are waiting here, don't you just want to get rid of me as soon as possible?"
"Tsk, what a great opportunity, how could you miss it in vain?"
The dull young man said scornfully: "It's easy to kill you, but before we kill you we have to get the Heaven-Shaking Divine Halberd."
"Things depend on priorities. Your life may not be as valuable as you think."
After saying this, without waiting for Suning's response, he turned around and said to the masked Wen Dian woman who had not said a word from beginning to end: "It's time to get down to business."
The latter tiptoed lightly and floated away leisurely.
The dull young man took one last look at the angry Suning, slowly raised his right hand, and then made a gesture of wiping his neck and said: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you at the treasure house."
"Oh, I'm afraid you don't dare to come."
"Whoosh."
A Thousand Miles Instant Talisman was spinning on his fingertips. The moment the talisman burned into ashes, he disappeared from the spot, leaving behind dozens of afterimages.
