Zhao Ningbo glanced at the people who were eager to stand in line, snorted with disdain, looked at Ye Tian, and said murderously: "Little thief, you think you have a special jade to wear on your head to block my spiritual attack, you
Can you compete with me? The gap between you and the realm of divine consciousness is the abyss of heaven, and no means can make up for it!"
Ye Tian held the ghost gun and walked towards Zhao Ningbo with a sneer, humming: "I have always heard that the realm of spiritual consciousness is the watershed of martial arts, but today I want to see it!"
Zhao Ningbo scolded: "You arrogant and ignorant little thief, if I want to kill you, it is no different than crushing an ant to death. But today, I have no intention and no time to play with you, an ant!"
"If you don't want Qin Yanran to die, just kneel down!"
Zhao Ningbo's true energy circulated and turned into a series of ropes to tie up Qin Yanran. As long as Ye Tian dared to cross the thunder pool even half a step, she would destroy the flower without hesitation.
Ye Tian stopped three feet away from Zhao Ningbo, pointed the ghost gun at Zhao Ningbo, and said sarcastically: "Old witch, if you have the ability, kill her, I think you are powerful!"
"What did you say?" Zhao Ningbo's eyes widened and he looked at Ye Tian in disbelief.
According to the information she received, the relationship between Ye Tian and Qin Yanran is somewhat ambiguous. From Ye Tian's actions today, it can be seen that Ye Tian is a person who values love and justice. How could he ignore Qin Yanran's life and death?
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill her?" Zhao Ningbo's face was gloomy, and she thought Ye Tian was pretending to be calm.
"It's not that you don't dare, you can't do it!" Ye Tian mocked.
"Very good, little thief, I want to show you if I can do it!" Zhao Ning was not furious, but raised her paw and pressed it on Qin Yanran's head.
The sharp nails are even sharper and more terrifying than the talons of an eagle.
"Old witch, if you want to kill me, you are not qualified!" Qin Yanran turned her head and glared at Zhao Ningbo with a look of sarcasm and disdain on her face.
Boom!
Qin Yanran's body shook violently, and a terrible force burst out from her body.
Zhao Ningbo's hand was shaken away, and he took three steps back before stopping.
I saw beads of six different colors, including red, gray, white, pink, black and yellow, rushing out of Qin Yanran's body. The beads rotated rapidly, forming a shield to protect Qin Yanran.
"Old witch, are you surprised? Are you surprised? Do you think you can really catch me? Bah!" Qin Yanran curled her lips disdainfully and spat unceremoniously at Zhao Ningbo.
Zhao Ningbo was shocked.
Staring at the six rapidly rotating beads, she felt a terrifying energy on top of the six beads.
This is an incredible magic weapon. Anyway, she has never seen such a magic weapon.
How could Qin Yanran have such a treasure?
What she didn't expect even more was that Qin Yanran was already at the fourth level of Lingkong.
Qin Yanran was only at the fourth level of Mysterious Liquid before going down the mountain. How long did it take for her to break through to the ninth level?
The other masters of Yunxiao Palace were also stunned.
No one expected that Miss Qin, who was a prisoner, could escape from Zhao Ningbo's clutches so easily.
The people standing behind Qin Bing all breathed a long sigh of relief.
Now that Qin Yanran is out of the clutches, their chances of victory are greatly increased.
The master behind Zhao Ningbo felt a chill in his heart.
Without Qin Yanran as a threat, would Zhao Ningbo be Ye Tian's opponent? What's more, there was a master with the first level of spiritual consciousness standing next to him, eyeing him eagerly.
Suddenly, many people began to give up!
Qin Bing and Qin Lu looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ye Tian told them before that Qin Yanran had treasures to protect her body and there was no need to worry, they still couldn't rest assured.
Now seeing Qin Yanran successfully get out of trouble, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Such a treasure is a waste of money for you to control. Bring it here!" After countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Ningbo's mind, he grabbed a bead and tried to snatch it away.
Bang!
Before Zhao Ningbo's hand even touched the bead, it was bounced back, causing his palm to feel numb.
"What's yours is yours, and if it's not yours, it's useless for you to snatch it!" Qin Yanran glanced at Zhao Ningbo with a look of disgust, and flew towards Qin Bing with her hands behind her back, not afraid of Zhao Ningbo's sneak attack.
"Little bitch, you are looking for death!" Zhao Ningbo was furious and struck Qin Yanran in the back with a palm.
boom!
The protective shield around Qin Yanran only shook slightly, and then became as stable as a rock.
Zhao Ningbo was so shocked that he stumbled backwards.
This scene really scared many people.
Zhao Ningbo is a strong man with the first level of spiritual consciousness. How terrifying is the power of his blow?
Swish, swish, swish...
Suddenly, two groups of people rushed out from Zhao Ningbo's camp, one group rushed towards Qin Bing, and the other group retreated far away.
The former is seeking refuge with Qin Bing, while the latter is preparing to escape.
Qin Bing did not blame the people from the Presbyterian sect who came to seek refuge, but accepted them all.
Soon, out of the two to three hundred masters, only forty or fifty people stood on Zhao Ningbo's side.
"Now that you have turned from darkness to light, I will let bygones be bygones for what happened before!" Qin Bingbing added with a smile.
After retreating to the distance, Qin Bing decisively chose. Behind Zhao Ningbo, more than ten people quietly rebelled.
Qin Yanran swaggered up to Ye Tian with her hands behind her back, raised her eyebrows at Ye Tian, and said, "The rest is up to you, don't let me down!"
Ye Tian gave her a big eye roll.
"The magic weapon on Qin Yanran's body is spiritual and can automatically protect its master. As long as you don't attack her, Qin Yanran's strength will not be able to activate those treasures to kill you. What you have to do now is to take Ye Tian and Qin Bing lightly.
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The hoarse and deep voice sounded in Zhao Ningbo's mind.
Zhao Ningbo took a deep breath and felt calm.
Although the current situation is one-sided in Qin Bing's favor, as long as the key figures are captured, the rest will not be able to make a big splash.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed in Zhao Ningbo's eyes, and a sword appeared in his hand. The sword moved and stabbed Ye Tian straight.
In an instant, the sword was illuminated by a brilliant light, illuminating the night sky a hundred times brighter than the daytime. Many people were stung by the light and burst into tears and did not dare to open their eyes.
At this moment, it seems that there is only this sword left in the world.
An unparalleled energy surged towards Ye Tian like a surging tide. Like a flood hitting a canoe, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel vulnerable. He felt that any resistance was a futile effort.
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Ye Tian had fought many life-and-death battles, but he had never felt this powerless before.
This is a kind of crushing.
The overwhelming momentum makes people despair.
The sword is like lightning, Zhao Ningbo is like a god!
Unable to compete.
However, Ye Tian had already prepared, and the "Hongmeng Tiandao Jue" was running quickly, and he was madly activating the Wrath Bead.
Ye Tian's momentum was rising steadily.
The energy of heaven surged crazily into the ghost gun, and the ghost gun quickly woke up and made a whining sound, like a thirsty evil ghost that wanted to drink blood to relieve its cough.
There was only a dazzling light in Ye Tian's eyes, but he stabbed forward without hesitation.
Boom!
A loud bell-like sound sounded, terrifying light exploded, and the sword revealed its original appearance.
The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided together, forming a terrifying shock wave that swept across a radius of tens of thousands of feet. A layer of the skin of Prisoner Mountain was cut off, and the ground shook and rocks rolled down.
Ye Tian snorted coldly, the muscles in his right hand bulged like a horned dragon, and he took a heavy step forward.
The spear pressed against the sword, and the sword gradually bent.
When it was bent to a certain extent, Zhao Ningbo suddenly screamed, his palm loosened, and blood spilled.
The sword spun and flew away.
The ghost gun pointed at Zhao Ningbo's throat, Ye Tian sneered and said: "One level of spiritual consciousness, nothing more than that!"