Chapter 40 I'll be waiting for you in ten years (Part 2)
Cheng Mao has never seen such a gorgeous and deadly swordsmanship.
His blood, organs, meridians, and bone marrow all trembled. He instantly lost control of his body, as if he had been petrified, and could only watch as thousands of sword energies dismembered him.
In the face of such a mighty force of heaven and earth, any struggle seems futile.
However, just when he thought he was certain to die, the battle situation took a turn for the worse, and the mighty sword force dissipated out of thin air!
Ning Yan came late, but he let out a faint sigh, and the lamp pole in his hand suddenly shattered into powder.
Is it still too much?
If there had been the Qiu Shui Sword, Cheng Mao could have been killed with just one move.
But with his current cultivation level, he is still unable to reach the point where picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt someone. After all, the fragile lamp pole cannot withstand the destruction of his true energy.
"Alive, alive?"
Cheng Mao, who was surviving the disaster, still couldn't believe it. It took him a long time to react, his eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
A broken light pole actually drove him to that point!
Fortunately, it’s still broken!
Seeing that Ning Yan no longer had the amazing swordsmanship in his hand, he couldn't help but feel proud: "I didn't expect that I would fall short, sir, I have destiny!"
Ning Yan shook his head and said, "Don't say such nonsense, it will ruin your life."
"Look at your half-dead state, what other methods can you use?!"
Regarding Cheng Mao's provocation, Ning Yan remained silent.
Due to excessive blood loss, his complexion was extremely pale, and the hideous stab wound on his chest and abdomen looked very horrifying. The blood flowed out uncontrollably, dyeing his plain gown a bright red.
He is very clear about his current situation. The blow from Cheng Mao not only injured his muscles and bones, but also killed his life.
If it weren't for the support of the innate Qi that appeared strangely in the Qi Sea, he wouldn't be able to stand up now.
Boom, boom.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound of thunder from the sky, and the clouds above my head became thicker and thicker at some point.
If Ning Yan feels something, he raises his head.
Is it going to rain?
The only one who is outside the situation is Chai Ruru. She can't see these ways yet. She only knows that when she is in the most danger, the person she loves falls from the sky and turns the tide. Isn't this a plot that only works in this novel?
Sure enough, Brother Yan is her true love!
The girl smiled happily, her heart cleared of all the gloom, and she was about to run over when she suddenly heard a loud shout.
"Don't come here!"
Chai Ruru trembled with fright and stopped where she was at a loss.
She vaguely noticed that something was wrong with her brother Yan.
Ning Yan couldn't help but look back at the girl, her tone softened, and she said softly: "I can only do this set of punches once. Think about it carefully. How much you can remember depends on your ability."
"Maybe, we won't be able to see each other again for a long time. Take good care of yourself."
Take good care of yourself?
Chai Ruru's head buzzed and she was stunned.
"Just now you asked me what other methods I have..."
Ning Yan put aside his distracting thoughts, rolled up his sleeves with difficulty, and suddenly felt heroic in his chest: "Now, I will give you the answer!"
Without the help of the system and the Qianlong Pot, all I could rely on was this dying body.
There is great terror between life and death.
There is also great fortune!
Boom, boom!
Black clouds pressed over the city, and several spring thunders resounded through the sky one after another. At first, they fell in a few or two pitter-patters, and finally they fell heavier and heavier, and soon they became a torrential downpour.
Cheng Mao narrowed his eyes slightly and grinned: "It seems you are unlucky. It's raining and you are injured. How long can you last?"
"On the contrary!"
Ning Yan looked proudly and laughed loudly: "Wind and rain become holy, snakes and dragons transform into dragons! Good luck!"
"With these words, I will remember you!"
The next moment, the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time!
Cheng Mao held the ghost-headed sword tightly with both hands. The sword was as fast as the wind, and even rainwater could not be splashed into it. He marched forward with great enthusiasm.
Ning Yan let the rain hit him but ignored it at all. He curled his fingers into claws, and the violent zhenqi blocked all the turbulent air. He clenched suddenly, and the two fist intentions appeared at the same time. They merged and merged in rapid rotation, and finally
Manifest into a phantom with a dragon head.
The snake dragon transforms into two hands and ascends the dragon!
It was too late to say it, but it was so fast that the two of them passed by each other in the flash of lightning.
And at this moment, the outcome has been decided!
The Ghost Head Sword made of fine iron was unable to withstand the ferocious punch, and instantly collapsed into pieces. However, the dragon head did not stop coming, and hit Cheng Mao hard, and it shot out.
嘡啷啷.
The fragments of the blade fell to the ground. Cheng Mao looked down at the bloody hole in his chest blankly and murmured: "What's the name of this move?"
Ning Yan walked away without looking back.
"Don't worry about passing on a daughter but not a man."
Cheng Mao was stunned for a moment, then a trace of relief flashed across his face: "I lost to you, sir, I'm... convinced."
Immediately afterwards, the iron tower-like body fell to the ground, slid down the roof tiles under the wash of rain, and finally fell into the rolling canal.
It's finally over...
Ning Yan heard the sound of the other party falling to the ground and couldn't hold on any longer. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.
Just before he landed, Chai Ruru rushed up and hugged him steadily.
"Brother Yan, are you okay!"
Ning Yan found that he was being hugged by a seven-year-old girl, and suddenly felt a little funny, so he joked: "Is this handsome punch from me?"
"He's so handsome..." Chai Ruru's eyes were red, big tears came out of her eyes, and she replied with sobs.
Ning Yan didn't feel any sadness, and he felt that everything had returned.
His Kung Fu body transformed into Zi Zaitian, the Qianlong pot in the spiritual platform, and...
[You have understood the meaning of Snake Dragon Fist.]
It was the first time that he felt that a dog was so kind.
Now that the system is back, it means it’s time for him to go back too.
Feeling that the other party's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Chai Ruru hugged his shoulders tightly and cried loudly: "Brother Yan, I don't want you to die!"
"Stop crying." Ning Yan raised his hand and gently wiped away the girl's tears, and said calmly: "I won't die."
"But, but you lost a lot of blood." Chai Ruru repeated helplessly as she tried her best to cover his wound with her little hands.
Why doesn't the blood stop? Stop it, please...
However, Ning Yan's wounds have already deteriorated to the point of being irreparable, so her efforts are doomed to be in vain.
Ning Yan didn't know how to explain it. He looked up at the lower and lower clouds and sighed: "I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, let's pull the hook."
"Don't lie to me!"
"I am a warrior, and my physical strength is far greater than that of ordinary people. This kind of injury is at best a bit more difficult, so I need to take good care of it!"
Chai Ruru remembered that her father had suffered a very serious injury a long time ago, and later recovered. It seemed to make sense, and she doubted the belief: "Really... is it true?"
"Of course, you can't just lie to people about pulling hooks."
Chai Ruru suddenly burst into laughter and nodded: "Yeah!"
"Did you see that lantern?" Ning Yan pointed not far away.
The small tiger-headed lantern that he had thrown away earlier fell there, but it was broken and cracked.
"Help me put it together. After all, we picked it together."
"What about brother Yan?"
"Help me up, I'll meditate and adjust my breathing for a while." Ning Yan waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, go ahead."
Chai Ruru obediently helped him upright, then jumped up and down and ran towards the tiger head lantern.
Ning Yan felt that her body was light and airy, and she looked up at the sky.
The thick clouds seemed to have a strange magic power, and just one look at them would suck all his heart into it.
He slowly closed his eyes and finally whispered: "We will meet again one day."
"I'll be waiting for you in ten years."
Chai Ruru was still squatting there piecing together small lanterns, "Why is it ten years?"
"..."
"Brother Yan?"
Chai Ruru tried calling twice, her heart skipped a beat, she threw down the lantern and ran over to check on Ning Yan's condition.
He still maintained the cross-legged posture, but the blood from the wound had long since dried up, and his body no longer had any vitality.
"No, no..."
"Liar! Brother Yan is a liar!"
"I've already pulled the hook, Brother Yan can't lie to others..."
"Ten years? I have to believe in Brother Yan. We will see you again in ten years!"
Chai Ruru lay in Ning Yan's arms and cried bitterly, talking to herself as if she was crazy. Under the strong stimulation, two completely opposite expressions gradually appeared on her face, sometimes furious and evil, sometimes innocent and pitiful, and her true energy was uncontrollable.
Escapes outward and changes from the original pure white to dark color.
At this moment, several figures cut through the dark night.
"It seems that Cheng Mao is dead."
"It's really useless. We still need to finish it off for him."
"Let's solve it quickly. Chai Mingyuan won't be able to hold it back any longer."
These people are separated in all directions, surrounding Chai Ruru in the center, and they all have the aura of the eighth-grade peak!
"Stop arguing, that girl is a bit weird."
"Oh, what is a seven-year-old child afraid of?"
During the conversation, the girl's true energy color continued to deepen, and soon turned into an evil red-black color, and her cultivation level also increased steadily, rising from the peak of the ninth level to the eighth level in an instant.
Chai Ruru, who had regained her life, no longer had any confusion on her face. She licked her lips and looked crazy and perverse: "Brother Yan will be very lonely when he leaves alone... You guys came just right~"
Murderous intent rises into the sky, and the clouds and rain disperse!