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Chapter 262: Exploring Mysteries at Night (3)

Ning Yan raised his eyes slightly, secretly sighing at the other person's extraordinary vision.

The dharma image he drew is called Blood Evil Hell Purple River Chariot. All things bear Yin and embrace Yang. The power of River Chariot is the mysterious method of driving Yin, Tiger and Yang Dragon. Its function is to blend the kidneys, water, heart and fire, thus greatly

Enhance the energy of the internal organs.

Another ability of Fa Xiang is to use the power of the river cart. Wherever his heart and blood are contaminated, he can use Fa Xiang to cross with his physical body, which is similar to Shen Qiuning's Sky Shattering Chain.

This sounds simple, but if you don't understand his opponents, most of them will be confused by the bloody chariot under his feet when they first meet him, and very few can avoid being killed at first sight.

"Who are you?" Ning Yan asked for the first time.

"Zhao Zuwu, the general of the left wing of the Tianwu Army in front of the Great Zhou Palace and the ambassador of Chongban in the inner palace."

Zhao Zuwu? Never heard of it...

Ning Yan couldn't help but look at Zhao Zuwu a few more times, and the doubts in his mind became even more intense. Although the ranks of General Yuhou and Chongban Ambassador were not high, they were both real and powerful officials, and they could not be compared with the honorary officials obtained by the shadow of their ancestors.

Yes, I think I must be pretty good at it.

When did he become friends with such an outstanding person?

But now was not the time to reminisce about the past. Ning Yan shook his head to dismiss distracting thoughts, wrapped his fingers around the blood-coagulated reins a few times, and slowly let out a breath of turbid air.

Not to mention that this young man just looks familiar, even if he is really an old friend from the past...

There's no way to stop him!

Ning Yan pulled the reins suddenly, and the chariot rode freely on the blood waves. Its figure disappeared and appeared in the blood river, changing unpredictably.

sough.

The rain of blood hung like a silk curtain on the wall of Changqing Gate. Zhao Zuwu's vision was blurry and he could not catch Ning Yan's figure at all. So he simply closed his eyes, floated the tip of the gun with one palm, and let the hot and sticky blood flow.

Raindrops fell on his face, but he remained unmoved.

The spear is known as the king of a hundred weapons, and has endless deifications. It pays attention to its sharpness, its retreat speed, its danger, and its shortness. He has been practicing martial arts every day since he can remember. He has long integrated the four ignorances of marksmanship into his instinct. Holding the gun with both hands,

He took a lunge and lowered his waist, and the Hunyuan stake in his starting hand was firmly planted.

Ning Yan walked around for several times without finding a single flaw. He clearly noticed that Zhao Zuwu's spear force formed an invisible wall of air around him. No matter which direction he attacked from, he would be blocked.

The gun's circumference is only one foot and eight inches, but it is impregnable.

To be able to do this does not rely on talent, but requires decades of continuous honing of skills.

This is an extremely pure warrior.

Ning Yan didn't dare to underestimate him, and he even used the real fire form that was pressed at the bottom of the box. Divine bird patterns covered his neck, and the breath penetrated his chest, and his whole body swelled.

The roar of the dragon suddenly sounded in the distance, and with one move, the dragon climbed up and caused a bloody storm, directly seizing the enemy's head.

Seeing the fist light getting closer and closer, Zhao Zuwu's ears twitched slightly and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Three inches from the left!

The change between movement and stillness only took a moment. He stepped forward, the big gun slid forward in his palm, held the tail of the gun with his back hand, turned around and drew hard.

Boom!

It was like a substantial air wave rippling around, and the powerful impact almost turned the continuous rain curtain into a vacuum!

Just as he was about to finish the first round, Zhao Zuwu felt the overwhelming pressure of the opponent. The huge force coming from the gun barrel made every inch of the muscles in his body groan, and he couldn't help but get a look in his eyes.

This man has so much strength, he probably practiced prairie body-building techniques!

Isn't it just Daliang Burial Sword Mountain that came...could it be possible that there were also timid Xue Wei from the Golden Horde?

While I was thinking about it, the second punch came one after another.

"drink!"

Zhao Zuwu quickly came to his senses and shouted violently from the ground. The floor tiles under his feet cracked instantly. The exaggerated cracks spread along the wall to the corner, and the spear stabbed out diagonally.

The cold light breaks through the dawn, the tyrant crosses the barricade, and the thousands of soldiers and knights seem to be nothing!

Facing this extremely stunning shot, Ning Yan's face was immersed in water, and the golden divine fire and blood light in his eyes mixed into a strange purple-gold color. He raised his fists together, and the two fist intentions rotated around, and he raised the fire to the sky and hit the gun barrel.

.

clang!

With Pei Ran's huge strength, Zhao Zuwu felt a tightness in his chest, and he stepped on several floor tiles and fell backwards. However, his steps suddenly changed, his body turned sharply, and the tip of the gun hit the floor tiles. The gun could not stop shaking.

He suddenly drew his body to the full length of the bow, and used the force of the recoil to force himself forward again.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk!

The tip of the spear whirled rapidly in the air, spinning faster and faster, piercing through the layers of blood and invincible waves. From a distance, it looked like a dragon dancing in the sky!

Ning Yan drove away from him and raised his fist, but the fire in his eyes suddenly jumped, and he lost consciousness for a moment, then put his hand down again.

Ning Yan just stood with his hands behind his hands, as if he had given up resistance.

How dare this thief make such a big deal?

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Zuwu's eyes, but there was no shame or anger in his heart. Unlike Tian Rong, he would not be judged by others' provocative or insulting words and deeds. The more critical the moment, the less likely he would be judged by his personal emotions.

.

If this thief wanted to create suspicion, he had picked the wrong opponent.

The only thing he believes in is the spear in his hand!

"Break it for me!"

Zhao Zuwu's tongue was as bright as thunder, and his true energy exploded wildly, even faster than before, leaving only waves of afterimages along the way, but his body shape was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

Ning Yan leaned back slightly to avoid the oncoming strong wind, raised his brows lightly, estimated the time, and after a moment muttered silently: "Well, it's almost time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big gun suddenly shattered!

Zhao Zuwu's hand was suddenly empty, and before he could change his move, his whole body was already in front of Ning Yan.

Bang!

Without exception, a palm was heavily stamped on his heart, and the golden armor on Zhao Zuwu's chest immediately dented, and he flew out, passing through several layers of walls, and finally made a deep hole in the ground.

The fragments of the spear were scattered, and he couldn't hold it back any longer. He spat out blood mist with a pop. His eyes were full of confusion, and he stared blankly at Ning Yan in the sky.

How could...

"You, what kind of magic did you use..."

Naturally, Ning Yan would not answer his question. With his thoughts in mind, the chariot sped down.

In an instant, a sword light came in, as fast as thunder!

"Don't hurt Zuwu!"

Ning Yan pulled the reins hastily and turned sideways to avoid the flying sword coming from behind. Taking advantage of this moment of respite, Tian Rong also rushed close by, picked up Zhao Zuwu, and flew him away from Ning Yan's attack range.

Zhao Zuwu shook his head, and the buzzing in his ears gradually stopped. When he took a closer look, he saw Tian Rong holding him in his left hand, and holding the unconscious You Shiqi in his right hand. He said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you taking us with you?

I can’t even free my hand to hold the sword..."

Tian Rong said stubbornly: "No! We three brothers have agreed to advance together and retreat together. How can we abandon our comrades in a life-or-death situation!"

This idiot... Zhao Zuwu had a sullen face, but his heart felt warm.

Tian Rong led the two of them and jumped to the top of the city wall. He first settled You Shiqi, and then asked Zhao Zuwu: "How are you? Can you still fight?"

As he spoke, Zhao Zuwu's face regained his composure and he said in a deep voice: "Yes."

Tian Rong breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw this. When he saw the horror in Zhao Zuwu's eyes, he was worried that Zhao Zuwu would lose his fighting spirit because of this. Now it seems that his worries are completely unnecessary.

"Okay! The Zhao Zuwu I know is definitely not the kind of man who would give up easily!"

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