"I am several years older than you. Now, I will give you three moves." Yan Jun said, "Just think of this as a commemoration of our acquaintance."
"You want me to take three moves?" Ning Jincheng smiled: "Believe it or not, within three moves, I can knock you down."
"After so many years, your arrogance has not changed." Yan Jun shook his head slightly and said, "In that case, come on, I'll see if you can knock me down within three moves."
Ning Jincheng flapped his arms, and six arms suddenly appeared. Like a big spider, he rushed toward Yan Jun.
Yan Jun flipped his right hand, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. He faced Ning Jincheng and attacked. The two people passed each other one by one. In the moment when the two people's bodies crossed each other, they had already executed several moves.
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"It's a dagger. It turns out that the sword is not old." Ning Jincheng slowly turned around and said with a smile: "It's a pity that when people get old, the dagger is useless even if it is in good condition."
"The immortal evil skill is indeed extraordinary." Yan Jun slowly turned around and said with a faint smile: "People are old, but the dagger will not grow old. How sharp the dagger is, how sharp the person is."
"Really? Why do I not believe it so much?" Ning Jincheng smiled. He looked at the claw marks under Yan Jun's ribs and said, "Those who can take my claws without falling down must indeed have some strength."
Slowly lowering his head and looking at the three wounds under his left ribs, Yan Jun smiled. The wound was like a claw mark, very even. Although the wound was not big, the tearing pain and slight
The black blood showed that this was no ordinary wound.
He injured himself with just one move. Ning Jincheng's immortal evil skills were really powerful. Yan Jun tore off some of his clothes and bandaged his wound. He slowly raised his head and said, "Let's continue."
"Can you still fight? Actually, you don't have to do this. As long as you lower your head and beg for mercy, I won't embarrass you." Ning Jincheng smiled slightly and said: "We are old friends. To be honest, we are here.
As we age, there are fewer and fewer old friends."
"Although we have enmity, we have met each other after all. Haha, from now on, you will be my dog and I will guarantee you a lifetime of wealth." Ning Jincheng said.
"Dog?" Yan Jun smiled: "You think too highly of yourself. Don't worry, I can still fight, and I can fight you happily."
"Then, let's continue." Ning Jincheng's pupils shrank, and he took a step forward. At the same time, he opened six arms and attacked again.
Yan Jun also took a step forward, but his figure and speed were much faster than before. He flashed forward, disappeared for a distance out of thin air, and then suddenly appeared on the side of Ningjin City.
He waved his right hand, and the dagger in his hand instantly turned into a messy stream of light. These streams of light were scattered horizontally and vertically, forming light yellow lines in mid-air. These lines solidified in mid-air, and then formed a net, which was scattered horizontally and vertically across Xiang Ning.
Jincheng went to serve as a hood.
Ning Jincheng shouted loudly, and punched out six fists at the same time, hitting the light net with a click. The stream of light in mid-air disappeared, and many cracks appeared on Ning Jincheng's fists.
Yan Jun took a step back and swiped the dagger in his hand forward slightly. There was a hiss and the air in the air was slightly distorted. At the same time, there was a blood mark on Ning Jincheng's arm.
Some black blood flowed from Ning Jincheng's arm. Although the wound looked very thin, the bone was actually deep.
The power of the flowing dagger is extremely powerful, and after being scratched by the dagger, no matter what kind of medicine it is, no matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it cannot heal itself. Although it cannot make a person die quickly, it keeps flowing out.
Blood can make a person die painfully.
Although the two fought for a short time, each of them was injured. Ning Jincheng looked at the small wounds on his body and laughed loudly: "It's so good, it's really so good. No one has been able to hurt me for a long time."
"You can actually stop bleeding. Haha, the immortal evil skill is really powerful." Yan Jun also laughed and said, "You are worthy of having paid for it with the lives of your seven sons."
"But what you don't know is what is the most powerful immortal evil skill." The smile on Ning Jincheng's face slowly disappeared, he stared at Yan Jun and said: "I have played with you for so long, I think it's enough
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"Then let's get started." Yan Jun said: "Actually, you don't need to be merciful, really."
"Okay, then I won't show mercy." Ning Jincheng nodded slightly and said, "Be careful."
As soon as Ning Jincheng finished speaking these words, he seemed to have become another person. He stepped forward, six arms opened one after another. One of his arms stretched forward, and then moved forward slightly.
Buzz, when he cut it with one hand, the air in front of him became transparent and distorted, visible to the naked eye. Yan Jun threw his right hand outward, and the dagger turned into a stream of light, taking away a puff of true energy.
Two transparent breaths met in mid-air, and the air flow and the dagger were stagnant in mid-air. Yan Jun stretched his hands outward slightly, and beads of sweat dripped out bit by bit on his forehead.
"Yes, I haven't seen you in these years, and your strength has indeed improved." Ning Jincheng said slowly: "Unfortunately, sometimes strength cannot be measured by time."
"Haha, for someone like you who is willing to sacrifice everything to achieve your own goals, even your own son's life, it is not impossible for your strength to grow faster."
Yan Jun said with a smile: "After all, you are the one who can kill his seven sons with your own hands."
"Looking for death." Ning Jincheng gritted his teeth and said, "I gave you a chance. As long as you agree to be my dog, I won't be the same as you. But it's a pity that you don't cherish this opportunity."
"In that case, then go and die." Ning Jincheng's eyes widened, and he exerted force with his right hand, and an overwhelming air flow suddenly burst out.
With a click, the dagger floating in the air was broken into several pieces, and Yan Jun's body flew backwards quickly as if it was hit by a speeding car.
A figure suddenly flew out. It was a Taoist priest wearing a dark green robe. He waved his right hand forward, and a fly whisk suddenly appeared and wrapped around Yan Jun's body.
As soon as the whisk in his hand was loosened, Yan Jun's figure stabilized on the spot, but his waist slightly bent, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a pop.
"Thank you." Yan Jun straightened up and bowed his hand slightly to the visitor.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a little effort." The Taoist smiled slightly. Even in the dark, he couldn't hide his immortal spirit.