Liu Boyuan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Unexpectedly, one arm was tightly wrapped around Ning Yan, and his tangled muscles and bones were twisted into a horrifying shape.
Under this strange martial arts, his golden body had a faint tendency to disintegrate.
Ning Yan exhaled loudly, and tightened the snake and python bonds tighter and tighter. He lifted his feet lightly in the air, and his body was like a weak willow supporting the wind. No matter how hard the opponent struggled, he could not get rid of him.
He is like a very patient hunter, driving his prey to a dead end little by little.
Click!
The sound of cracking bones suddenly sounded, but it was Liu Boyuan who resolutely chose to cut off his arm to save his money and cut off one of his own hands!
When he was able to get out of trouble, he immediately switched from defense to offense. The dark golden light at the tip of his other hand condensed into a lotus-shaped virtual image, and he blasted forward with all his strength.
Ning Yan was caught off guard and was punched in the waist and abdomen. The violent punch tore his gown apart, and his whole body fell into the distance like a kite with its string cut off.
No, he is in danger!
Gu Nianqing was so anxious when he saw it that he first forced Xiang Zhe back with a flurry of swords, and then flew forward and grabbed Ning Yan's waist. As soon as he stood still, he took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.
"How did you..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly froze.
She saw the man lying half in her arms pouting, as if tasting the taste of the elixir. His eyes were clear and he didn't look hurt at all.
"There's sugar in it, it's quite sweet." Ning Yan pursed her lips and gave a fair comment.
Gu Nianqing took a deep breath, slowly placed her fingers on his mouth, and suddenly dug hard.
The two were entangled for a while, until Xiang Zhe's white feather arrow separated them, and Gu Nianqing said bitterly: "I'll settle the score with you later!"
Ning Yan was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed and he asked aloud: "Is there flesh and blood in that pill?"
"That's not all! We also added the essence of a hundred-ringed snake, an eighty-year-old mountain leopard bone, and even an exotic beast elixir!" Gu Nianqing's body ached so much.
"No wonder..." Ning Yan said to himself, with blood in his eyes, "Thank you for the elixir."
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his true energy suddenly exploded. He stamped one foot on the ground to create cracks like spider silk, and used the force of the recoil to push forward, so fast that only afterimages were left behind!
"This time, I'm going to blow your head off!"
Liu Boyuan shouted loudly. He had just succeeded with one blow, and now he was at the peak of his momentum. He punched again brazenly.
What he didn't expect was that the corners of the opponent's mouth were slightly raised, and the front of his fist also bloomed like a virtual lotus!
Why does this guy also plant lotus hands?
But at such a life-and-death moment, there was no room for him to be distracted, and besides, he didn't believe that the skills he had been immersed in for thirty years would be lost to a young junior whose cultivation was weaker than his own.
Let this punch determine the outcome!
Then this became Liu Boyuan's last thought before his death.
Ning Yan's punch smashed half of his body into pieces, and the dark golden light on the surface of his skin gradually dissipated, leaving only half of his withered body after a while.
On the other side, Xiang Zhe was startled by the loud noise of the fist collision. Gu Nianqing saw the opportunity to get close, and slashed him in two with his sword!
And his body, just like Liu Boyuan's, quickly shriveled up like a popped balloon, which made Ning Yan click his tongue in surprise.
The two leading flag-bearers died in the battle, but the rest of the men in white did not panic at all. They left the caravan decisively and swarmed into the crumbling mountain temple.
Gu Nianqing seizes the time to gather the remaining troops and let them run as far as they can. He stands in front of the sword and waits, not daring to take his attention away from the mountain temple for a moment.
"Is there anyone else inside?"
"Well..."
Ning Yan knew just by looking at the expression on this woman's face that the big one was coming.
"By the way, what is the origin of the Wusheng Cult? How did you get into trouble with them?"
Even though he didn’t seem to have put in much effort in dealing with Liu Boyuan, that’s because he played too many high-end games. If we look at strength alone, these two little banner leaders almost touched the ceiling of the Body Refining Pass with the blessing of their magical powers.<
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Plus there are so many well-trained men in white, it’s more than enough to cover a whole county, just to intercept and kill a team of mules and horses?
Gu Nianqing pondered for a moment and finally made up his mind. Suddenly he turned his head and stared at him closely. He opened his lips and teeth and uttered a few weird and obscure syllables.
"Huh? What did you say?" Ning Yan said confused.
The faintly dancing fire in her eyes was extinguished in an instant, and then a trace of relief flashed through her eyes, and she persuaded in Mandarin: "You should leave quickly, there is no need to wade into this muddy water."
To be honest, when she saw the snake dragon transforming into two hands, she couldn't help but feel a little hope in her heart, even though she knew the possibility was very low, but...
What if?
Just facing your own temptation, the other party's reaction has already given the answer.
Yes, after all, hundreds of years have passed, and the Meishan secret has passed through many hands.
"You two little friends, why don't you come in and have a chat?"
The mountain temple suddenly burst out with three colors of green, red and white light, and the air around it suddenly became thicker, mixed with a sweet and greasy smell, making people feel like they were in a putrid quagmire, and felt an indescribable feeling.
Feeling of nausea.
Gu Nianqing's face changed drastically. Seeing Ning Yan still standing there stupidly, he said anxiously: "What are you still doing? Let's go!"
Ning Yan pointed to the entrance of the temple: "Is he very strong?"
"Of course he is stronger! The little flag masters are here, so the big flag master must be here in person. I met him before, with a white beard and white robe and a childish face, he should be Hou Yu from Xinshuitan. He was seven years ago.
He has reached the peak level, and now with the three Yang blood sacrifices from the Qingyang people, his strength is no different from that of the sixth level!"
Ning Yan heard a series of introductions and gave her a strange look: "Do you know the Wusheng Cult very well?"
Gu Nianqing stamped his feet and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry about this. You know how powerful the warriors of the Lianxing Pass are. I can't delay it for long."
Ning Yan smiled sheepishly: "I'm familiar with refining my body. I once punched him when I was extremely angry..."
"Is now the time to listen to your bragging?!" Gu Nianqing pushed him hard and interrupted rudely, "If you don't leave, you really won't be able to leave!"
Ning Yan also feels a little aggrieved. Why is this woman like this? Every time she tells the truth to her, she doesn't believe it.
During the conversation, the spiritual light in the temple broke through the roof and penetrated into the sky. In the spiritual light, there was a person standing out of thin air with his feet on white lotus. His beard and hair were all white, but his face was like a child of about ten years old. The surging vitality blew up his robes.
The sound is extraordinary and powerful.
"Now that you've seen magical powers, why don't you just surrender?"
As soon as these words were spoken, rolling thunder came from the dark clouds above the mountain top, like the anger of the sky.
Ning Yan couldn't help but secretly sigh, this force is really full.
Flying away, supernatural powers, communicating with the world with thoughts... all kinds of things that can only be done by the third level, were made perfect by that person. From this point of view, Wusheng Cult really has some skills.
Thinking of this, he quietly moved behind Gu Nianqing, and when she was not prepared, he aimed at the back of the neck and struck her with a palm!
The timing and strength of this blow were just right. Gu Nianqing lost consciousness before he could react. His body went limp and he was hugged by Ning Yan.
"Let's take a rest."
He muttered something, carried the woman to the nearby grove and settled her down, and whispered softly: "Yan Yan."
"Hey~Ning Daqingzhong reminds me~"
The young man's strange and angry voice sounded in his mind, mixed with a bit of gnashing of teeth.
Since they had to get along with masters like Bi Yuewu day and night along the way, the two of them had made an agreement to have as little contact as possible except under special circumstances, so as not to reveal their flaws.
Therefore, she could only watch helplessly as Ning Yan harassed decent women like a fool, and she was so angry that she wanted to punch her.
Is that the only thing on this breeder’s mind?
Ning Yan pretended not to hear, but still said to himself: "Keep an eye on Si Tianjian for me. Let me know when they come up."
"Aiya, why don't you let that barbarian girl help you keep an eye on her?" Yan Yan said with a gun and a stick.
Ning Yan was startled, then waved his fist and said solemnly: "What are you talking about! I can only rest assured if I leave my back to you. How can she compare with you."
There was silence in my mind for a while, and then a small hum came again.
"Hmph, then I'll reluctantly help you look at it for a while..."
After being fully prepared, Ning Yan raised his head and looked at Hou Yu, no longer hiding his strength, his eyes suddenly lit up with a strange light, and two completely different powers appeared around him.
Hou Yu was still thinking about how to deal with these two people, when he suddenly heard the roar of dragons and phoenixes. When he took a closer look, he staggered and almost fell from the air.
Twins!
But he didn’t even condense the three flowers on his head, so where did he get the Dharma form?!
"You, you..."
Ning Yan sneered: "What are you doing? It's beneficial for you to do so, but it's not a disadvantage for me to do so!"