"Pfft--" Nangong Ruoli, who was moving forward rapidly, was unable to avoid this figure. The three of them almost hugged each other and fell to the ground hard.
"Damn it, you have to go straight when turning. Do you know the traffic rules?" In anger, he helped the little girl beside him and said angrily.
The man rolled his eyes, glanced at Nangong Ruoli, burped loudly, and fell to the ground and fell asleep.
"Drunk, drunk driving, if there is traffic, you will be dead!" After delaying the chance to escape, Nangong Ruoli had no other way. The young man in black was standing four or five feet away from him, smiling.
looking at himself.
"Boy, your physical strength is quite good, I really don't know how you practice!" the young man in black said.
Neither the left nor the right could escape. Nangong Ruoli stood up calmly, feeling a little regretful that he could not save the girl in the end.
"Young man in black, this talented young master will never kill nameless ghosts with flying knives. Tell me your name!" There is no way to escape. The only way is to delay time. Maybe the masters of Huanzhu Island can sense it and come to rescue them.
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The young man in black clasped his hands on his chest, looked at the fierce Nangong Ruoli and said with a smile: "I'm quite tough, so it doesn't hurt to tell you. My name is Wuyang, and I rank ninth among the 108 core disciples in the Yang Realm.
Thirteen!"
Nangong Ruoli said disdainfully: "You are only ranked ninety-three. In the Yang Realm, you are also the lowest disciple! No wonder I put you in such a useless place!"
The face of the young man in black changed slightly. It was indeed as Nangong Ruoli said, the ranking of the 108 core disciples is the ranking of strength, and he was assigned to the small place of Longteng Empire because of his low skill.
Seeing his expression, Nangong Ruoli knew that he had guessed correctly, and immediately said mercilessly: "He is indeed a dog-like person who will bully the weak here!"
"Okay!" Before Wuyang, the young man in black, could get angry, the drunken man who was lying on the ground and sleeping suddenly stood up and shouted loudly. He rolled his eyelids hard and said drunkenly: "Say... well said! A dog takes advantage of the power of a human -
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Nangong Ruoli couldn't help being startled by his sudden move. Just hearing the drunkard scolding Wuyang with him, he immediately smiled in his heart and echoed: "Brother, it seems that the saying of speaking the truth after drinking is really profound."
Human heart! Although you are drunk, I admire your courage, haha!"
"I...I'm not drunk, I can still...beat this little...boy who takes advantage of others!" the drunk man said intermittently, pointing at Wuyang.
Nangong Ruoli couldn't help but sit cross-legged on the ground. To be honest, he admired the drunk man very much. Although he drank too much, he didn't have a trace of cultivation. He dared to open his mouth and curse a master like Wuyang. He was also a master.
A bloody man.
"Brother, to tell you the truth, when you say these words, you will probably end up with the same fate as us. I'm sorry to bring you in. It seems that this is your fate!" Nangong
Ruoli patted the drunk man's shoulder with some righteousness and said.
The drunk man giggled twice, picked up the huge wine gourd in his hand and took two more gulps of wine, and said vaguely: "Good... good boy, you have the same demeanor as I did back then!"
"Damn it, we're not the same people! Come on, let's study..." Nangong Ruoli immediately looked like he wanted to have a long conversation with the other party.
Of course, how could Wuyang, who was so angry with these two living treasures, give them a chance? He immediately shouted: "You two are not done yet! Do you think I am air? How dare you keep talking when you are about to die?
What’s the benefit? You will all die!”
Seeing Wu Yang's almost distorted face, Nangong Ruoli patted the drunk man's shoulder again and said: "Brother, did you see that this guy is actually angry? Don't blame me for not reminding you. I can only delay for a while.
Run as far as you can!"
The drunkard didn't raise his head and continued to drink, while saying: "Don't worry...I'll beat...beat him!"
Nangong Ruoli didn't take his words to heart at all. Knowing that he would not be spared, he immediately stood up and stood in front of the little girl, with a flying knife beating constantly at his fingertips.
The slender fingers are like a work of art. Nangong Ruoli had such fingers in the previous life. The slender fingers are more conducive to the mystery of the flying knife skills.
"You want to stop me with a flying knife? Nangong Ruoli, I will kill you first! I won't lose much money if I hold your head to receive the reward!" Wuyang said.
"Then try my knife first!" The flying knife in his hand flew out, and the bright white light suddenly lit up.
"Tiny trick!" Wuyang sneered, and the Taiyi Xuanling Knife struck out, and the huge black sword light rolled directly towards Nangong Ruoli's flying knife.
"Change direction -" Nangong Ruoli narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted coldly. Even the drunk man looked at the sharp flying knife with somewhat blurred eyes.
"Brush--" The flying knife drew an incredible arc in mid-air, and managed to avoid Wuyang's sword!
However, after all, Wuyang is a master of the fifth level of the imperial level. The gap between Nangong Ruoli and him is really too big. Although he has escaped the main body of Dao Gang, the lingering aftermath is not so easy to resist.
Affected by the aftermath, the flying knife that changed direction just continued to move forward for two feet before falling weakly to the ground.
A trace of surprise flashed across Wuyang's face. He had seen Nangong Ruoli's mysterious method of changing the direction of his flying knife before, but after all, he saw it as a third party.
However, the personal experience at this time was a different feeling. Wuyang had no doubt that if the gap between the two was not as huge as it is now, he would definitely be injured under this knife.
Nangong Ruoli sighed slightly. The difference in cultivation level cannot be compared with skills. There is too much difference in cultivation level between the two. Even if his flying knife can bypass the knife gang, it may not be able to stab it.
Let's wear his body armor to be invigorating!
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but despair. I finally traveled here with two wonderful books, "Tian Ni Xuan Dian" and "The Art of War". I didn't expect that I had not grown up to become a man, so I died like this. How sad!
"Die! You are the first!" Wuyang smiled up at the sky, the sword light pierced the air, and the huge sword blade, nearly ten feet long, struck directly at Nangong Ruoli's head.
"Brother -" The little girl didn't know where the strength came from, and she suddenly threw herself into Nangong Ruoli's arms. At this moment, the strong little girl actually chose to live and die with Nangong Ruoli.
Nangong Ruoli couldn't help but close his eyes, because he felt the approach of death and the unstoppable knife.
"Taiyi Xuanling Sword, it's a mess!" The drunk man next to him muttered, opened his mouth and spit out the strong alcohol in his mouth!
That sip of strong wine actually formed a slender wine arrow, which hit Wuyang's slashed sword without any warning.
Wuyang, who originally thought he had succeeded, only felt his arm go numb, and the long knife in his hand flew out, directly inserted into the big tree more than ten feet away behind him, and the entire blade was not penetrated!
"Boom!" Wuyang stepped back more than ten steps, looking at the drunkard sitting on the ground in disbelief and drinking. He felt a sense of fear in his heart. Just one sip of wine knocked his weapon away. What kind of cultivation was this.
"This guy pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger! He is a top master, at least at the Saint level!" Wuyang suddenly had some thoughts in his mind, and immediately bowed: "I wonder who the senior is? One of the 108 core disciples in the Xiayang Realm, Hope
The senior can give the junior a face, so don’t meddle in today’s business!”
Nangong Ruoli also opened his eyes at this time, looked at each other with the little girl, and both showed a look of surprise. They didn't see the drunk man take action. They didn't know why Wuyang bowed to him and said those strange things.
if.
He immediately coughed twice and said: "Humph, Wuyang, how dare you, a fifth-level emperor, to come to our Dragon Soaring Continent and run wild? I saw that your cultivation is not easy, so I gave you a chance to survive. But
Stop being ungrateful!"
Wuyang ignored the brazen Nangong Ruoli, and kept his eyes on the drunken man.
"Get out -" the drunkard just spat out the word softly, without any more words.
"Does it mean that your Excellency must take care of my affairs in the Yang Realm?" Wuyang also gritted his teeth and said, this drunkard clearly did not take himself or the Yang Realm to heart.
"Perhaps if Yang Dingtian comes here, I will give him some face. You, get out of here quickly, I don't even bother to kill an ant like you!" The drunkard said calmly as before.
"Damn it, it turns out he is the master! There was a misunderstanding!" Nangong Ruoli's face also turned a little red, and he smiled at the little girl with some embarrassment.