"It seems that the master really killed me!" Yang Huang sighed, "Can't we just fight this fight?"
"As long as you surrender and capture him, that'll be fine!" the sect master said calmly.
Yang Huang spread his hands and said, "I can't accept this condition."
"Then I can only make you bow your head and accept your fate!" The sect leader sneered, dodged, and suddenly bullied Yang Huang, and clasped his hand on Yang Huang's shoulder.
This move was not only extremely fast, but also filled with wild energy in every movement.
"Huh!" Nangong Xin couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In her opinion, no one in the entire semi-immortal world could escape her father's grasp, not even Yang Huang.
However, just when the sect leader's hand was about to reach Yang Huang's shoulder, Yang Huang's body suddenly collapsed to the other side, as if he had no bones.
Not only was the sect master's hand empty, but the powerful energy emitted from it was also carried to the side by invisible force.
"Huh?" Nangong Xin couldn't help but be startled. In her opinion, her father's attack was just a mistake, and Yang Huang could not escape by chance.
The sect leader didn't think so, and his expression became more serious.
After snorting coldly, the sect leader continued to take a step forward, and his right palm suddenly swept outward.
"Brush!" A powerful palm force swept out from the palm, like an unstoppable horse-killing sword. Anyone or anything touched by it would be chopped in half.
Previously, a dozen rebels had their heads removed from the air by the sect leader under such palm force.
Of course Yang Huang knew how powerful it was, he didn't dare to neglect it, and his body suddenly shrank back at an impossible angle.
It was like his body suddenly turned into a puddle of mud, and the mud was still falling softly.
"Crack!" The palm force almost whizzed past Yang Huang's body, hitting several corpses in the distance and causing countless blood splashes.
"Asshole, are you a weakling?" Nangong Xin was shocked and surprised when she saw this scene, and couldn't help but scream. She couldn't imagine how a living person could bend to that extent.
Yang Huang had no time to answer her, because the sect master's face turned cold, and his fingers suddenly pointed at Yang Huang from a distance, playing and clicking.
"Tweet! Tweet!"
One after another, the fingers were as sharp as arrows, shooting at Yang Huang one after another.
"Awesome!" Yang Huang couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. With just these few attacks from the sect leader, if he really had to fight head-on, he wouldn't be able to withstand ten moves.
Fortunately, the magical skill of silkworm inducing is magical enough, otherwise Yang Huang would have been reimbursed long ago.
However, the sect leader quickly saw the characteristics of the Silkworm Yin Magic, so he immediately changed his offensive, using his finger power to strike through the air in succession, using speed and quantity to restrain Yang Huang's weird body skills.
Under the continuous attack of finger strength, Yang Huang's body twisted and moved faster and faster, and soon transformed into a ball of erratic shadow.
The fierce and urgent finger movements were like arrows flying off the string, sinking into this phantom, but like a mud cow sinking into the sea, there was no echo.
The sect master couldn't help but take a breath in his heart, stopped suddenly, and stared directly at Yang Huang. The phantom disappeared, and Yang Huang stood still, his face not red, his heart not beating, he just looked at the sect master with a smile.
This calm demeanor was forced on him.
The fingering force just now was too fast and dense. There were several times when the fingering force was close to Yang Huang's body. If he was even a little slower, it would be enough to kill him.
But in front of an opponent like the sect leader, you must not show any timidity or expose your weaknesses, otherwise the situation will be even worse.
"Very good. I have never seen or heard of your martial arts. Can you tell me its name?" After a moment, the sect leader stared at Yang Huang and asked.
Yang Huang smiled and said: "Sorry, I just have this little secret, so I can't tell you."
"Hmph, this bastard is probably a monster! Dad, the time is coming, don't waste your energy with him anymore, leave it to me."
Seeing that her father's several attacks failed, Nangong Xin watched anxiously. She was eager to take over from her father.
"Back off!" the sect leader shouted coldly, and then walked away from his daughter, then strode towards Yang Huang: "If you don't tell me, I can only let you take the secret with you into the grave!"
From the moment they met until now, the sect leader's thoughts have undergone several major changes in a short period of time.
Initially, he wanted to capture Yang Huang and let Nangong Xin discover his secrets. After several battles, he found that capturing Yang Huang was not easy, so he wanted to recruit Yang Huang.
Now, seeing that Yang Huang was unable to recruit, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he raised his right palm high.
"Dad, don't waste any more energy!" Nangong Xin said anxiously.
The sect leader glanced at her and said calmly: "Even if dad wants to ascend, he has to clear out the enemies for you before he can leave!"
Time was running out, and Yang Huang's true identity could not be revealed. The sect leader became more murderous and wanted to kill Yang Huang cleanly. This way, Nangong Xin would be left in the semi-immortal world, at least without any powerful enemies who could threaten him.
"Dad!" Nangong Xin couldn't stop his father, and tears burst out of his eyes.
When Yang Huang saw this scene, he had already guessed it. He shook his head: "Why bother, I just happened to be dragged into the water..."
"Tianxing Fist!" The sect leader ignored Yang Huang's self-defense. He snorted coldly and suddenly came over. He raised his palms high, and his energy was stimulated from it, stirring in the air and making a harsh vibration.
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"Oh no, it's a big deal now!" Yang Huang took a breath, raised his energy, and quickly retreated.
Just now, the sect leader used the Tianxing Fist to kill forty or fifty masters in one go. Yang Huang witnessed it with his own eyes.
That kind of attack where punches fall from the sky and hit the ground like a meteor shower is really hard to guard against.
Even if Yang Huangyuan's body is soft and his body shape changes, it is still a difficult task to avoid it. Therefore, the best way is to quickly escape from the area enveloped by the power of the Tianxing Fist.
"Hmph, can you escape?" Seeing Yang Huang retreating, the sect leader immediately snorted coldly and followed him like a shadow. At the same time, he squeezed his palms, turned into fists, and suddenly struck upwards.
"Boom! Boom!"
This time, the power of the Star Fist was much stronger than the previous time. Thunder rolled in the air, and countless fists flew down from the air, hitting Yang Huang's head directly.
For those who are enveloped by the Tianxing Fist, this is a disaster. In the area enveloped by the Mankong Fist, it seems to be everywhere. No matter which direction you go, you will inevitably be hit by them.
The sect master has made up his mind to put Yang Huang to death so as not to cause any trouble for his daughter in the future.
"You bastard, you have no choice but to fight!" Yang Huang took a deep breath and stopped retreating. He stared at the thunderous fist force in the air, then activated the silkworm inducing magic, and quickly twisted his body on the spot.
"Cha-cha! Cha-cha!" The punches came down one after another, and most of them landed accurately on Yang Huang's head.