...The smile on Pang Tian's face became stronger and stronger, staring greedily at Du Wanqing's delicate body, his heart burning with desire.
When he saw that Du Wanqing was no longer angry and resisting, and a layer of desperate gray appeared in his eyes, he suddenly understood that Du Wanqing was determined to break his heart and commit suicide to avoid being insulted by him.
How could he let Du Wanqing get what he wanted? When even a pure Yuan Power surged out from his left hand, it immediately blocked all Du Wanqing's Yuan Power. He stretched out his right hand and pinched her delicate chin. With a little force, she couldn't help but
Open your little mouth.
Then, with lightning speed, he stuffed the black elixir in his right hand into Du Wanqing's mouth. With a flick of his fingers, the elixir slipped into Du Wanqing's belly.
As soon as the elixir entered Du Wanqing's belly, it immediately evaporated, and its effects began to flow continuously to the five organs in her body.
Du Wanqing's mind gradually became drowsy, his vision became dark, and his mind gradually fell into coma.
Seeing that Du Wanqing had been knocked unconscious by the elixir, Pang Tian showed a triumphant sneer on his lips. He immediately stepped forward, put his arms around Du Wanqing's waist, picked her up from the snow, and turned her around.
Turn around and walk towards the valley.
Now, he is full of joy and elation, because he is about to get the beauty of his dreams, Du Wanqing. Moreover, he also spent a huge sum of money to buy a mental method to control and influence the mind from the market in Liuyun City, and practice it.
After using the method and combining it with some elixirs, he would definitely be able to make Du Wanqing his forbidden love.
By then, not only would he be able to obtain the beauty's body, but he would also be able to let her devote herself wholeheartedly to cultivating medicinal herbs, flowers and trees, and taking care of spiritual fields and medicinal gardens. He had long recognized that Du Wanqing's talent was extremely rare and rare.
Talent is a great help to a monk's cultivation.
The main reason why he deliberately wanted to get Du Wanqing was her incomparable special talent, followed by her body.
However, just as he turned around expectantly, preparing to find a place to have sex with Du Wanqing, he suddenly saw a man and a sculpture standing in the snow not far behind him.
It was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a form-fitting black robe, with a tall body and a resolute face. He was looking at Pang Tian with a gloomy face. There was no warmth in his eyes, and they were full of death and destruction. In his eyes
Next to him, stood a seven-foot-tall golden crowned eagle, exuding a powerful aura.
Pang Tian's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stood on the spot, his eyes looking at each person. "Who are you?"
"Put her down, and I will spare your life!" The young man's fists were clenched under his robe sleeves, and his knuckles were turning white. He was obviously trying to control the anger in his heart. He did not answer Pang Tian's words, but stared blankly.
Looking at Pang Tian, his tone was cold and bone-chilling.
"Haha, what a joke, I have such a noble status, how can I allow a young boy like you to intimidate me? Get out of here, or I will put you in a dilemma of life and death."
Pang Tian's face was filled with deep disdain, and he stared at the young monk with a cruel sneer on his lips.
"Exalted status? Are you a true disciple of the Liuyun Sect?" The corner of the young monk's mouth evoked an inexplicable meaning, and his gloomy and lifeless eyes also had a hint of amusement.
Pang Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was already on guard. He put away his contempt, but said without losing any momentum: "Exactly! Since you know that I am the true disciple of Liuyun Sect, why don't you get out of here!"
"Haha! It's you indeed! Pang Tian! You will definitely die today!" The young monk burst out laughing. When the smile faded, the expression on his face suddenly became ferocious, and surging murderous aura suddenly spewed out of his body.
Come out and rise into the sky.
The next moment, a flaming sword suddenly appeared, dyeing the snow with a faint red color. The young monk's shoulders suddenly lit up with flaming wings, and he flashed more than ten feet away, appearing in front of Pang Tian.
Side of body.
The flaming sword was held by the young monk with both hands, raised high, and instantly slashed out diagonally, pointing directly at Pang Tian's waist and ribs.
"No wonder he is not afraid of my true disciple's identity at all. He turns out to be an innate monk. But so what!" This thought flashed through his mind instantly. Pang Tian's shoulders also suddenly displayed flame wings, and with a flick of his right hand, he got a bite.
The high-grade spiritual weapon Flying Sword appeared, bringing up a bright flaming sword and swiping towards the opponent fiercely.
Bang! The two flaming swords collided fiercely, and suddenly burst into pieces of flaming gas that filled the sky. The extremely hot gas splashed around, and immediately burned the large snowfield into water vapor, curling up.
At the same time, the wings on Pang Tian's shoulders vibrated wildly, and flew out more than ten feet away in an instant, keeping distance from the young monk.
However, just when he thought he was fast enough to avoid the opponent's attack range, he suddenly found that the opponent's body trembled strangely for several times, and the next moment he flashed twenty feet away again and appeared on his left side.
The body of the young monk was flying ten feet in the air, holding the flaming sword in both hands, and instantly unleashed hundreds of violent swords, completely covering the unprepared Pang Tian, pointing directly at his left waist.
"How could he be so fast?!" Pang Tian's eyes suddenly tightened, a trace of surprise flashed across his pupils, and he was shocked.
At the critical moment, Pang Tian gritted his steel teeth, shook his left hand, and threw Du Wanqing, who was holding his side, towards the flaming sword. At the same time, his right hand suddenly drew dozens of sword techniques, and the middle-grade spiritual weapon
The flying sword suddenly exploded with three huge flaming sword beams, slashing down on the young monk's head.
The young monk originally launched an attack with all his strength, but then he suddenly saw Du Wanqing's body flying towards the sword gang. His face was shocked, and his mind was moved in an instant, and his energy flowed backwards, and he forcibly hit the sword gang that burst out.
He retracted them all, moved horizontally a few feet away and stabbed to the side.
The consequence of the sudden change of tactics was naturally that his internal organs were shocked and suffered backlash. The young monk suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, three huge sword beams from Pang Tian suddenly slashed down from above his head. However, he ignored it and swept forward several feet in an instant, holding the unconscious Du Wanqing in his arms.
, retreat backwards.
Seeing that in order to save Du Wanqing, he ignored his own safety and was about to be killed by three swords three feet above his head, Pang Tian's face suddenly showed a sneer of success.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the sneer on Pang Tian's face suddenly solidified.
I saw a red pagoda suddenly appear, and the young monk's body suddenly lit up with a red and blood-colored brilliance, shrouding him in it.
Three huge flaming sword gangs slammed into the red blood light, causing a wave of blood light to tremble, but they were still unable to defeat it. On the contrary, the sword gangs were shaken by the force of the counterattack and collapsed.
It shattered, and even Pang Tian's mid-grade spiritual weapon Flying Sword flew backwards.
Suddenly seeing this scene, Pang Tian was shocked, and instantly understood that the crimson pagoda was a rare treasure. He gritted his teeth, a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly jumped back several feet, and his hands
He made countless hand gestures in front of him and made hundreds of sword techniques.
"Yangyang Swordsmanship!"
I saw that his fiery red flying sword, which was flying backwards, instantly changed its direction, pointed at the young monk, and shot out thousands of bright and violent swords, crisscrossing them, intertwining into a terrifying sword network with terrifying power.
, and hooded the young monk.
The young monk threw Du Wanqing in his arms to the left, and suddenly a black shadow crossed his mind. He accurately carried Du Wanqing on his back and flew away into the distance. This black shadow was the golden-crowned eagle.
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Then, the young monk's body instantly rose several feet, and he suddenly released a majestic murderous aura. The aura around him suddenly increased several times, and he held the flaming sword that was more than ten feet long in his right hand, raised it high, and froze for a moment.
, and then slashed down towards Pang Tian.
The Yanyang Sword Technique issued by Pang Tian, the tens of thousands of terrifying swords, hit the young monk first, but were blocked again by the blood light around him. Apart from shaking the blood light, it failed to hurt him.
every cent.
The next moment, among the flaming sword swords that filled the sky, an extremely bright sword sword flashed out. In an instant, it turned into billions of sword shadows and thousands of sword lights, completely sealing Pang Tian's entire body.
The moment he was completely enveloped by the flame sword, Pang Tian's pupils suddenly tightened, and a trace of shock flashed through his eyes. He subconsciously activated the body-protecting aura to the extreme, using a low-grade spiritual weapon defensive armor he was wearing.
The power is fully stimulated.
However, immediately after, he only saw the sword light and sword shadows around him disappear in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
At the same time, he only felt a burst of heat in his arms, and the violent heat that cut into his bones instantly spread from his arms to his body.
He was suddenly stunned and lowered his head, only to see that his arms had been hit by two flaming swords that appeared out of nowhere. The two swords cut off his arms without any delay.
The Biao shot into the distance, piercing into the snow and splashing up large cloud-like mist.
And he had already lost his arms under the sword. His shoulders were cut off, and blood spurted out. His two arms suddenly fell from the air to the snow, covered with blood.
His right hand is still holding a fiery red flying sword.
"Ah!!" Horror and severe pain in both arms entered Pang Tian's mind at the same time. His face suddenly turned pale, and when he opened his mouth, he exhaled in heart-breaking pain.
Then, he turned around without hesitation, using all his strength to activate the remaining energy in his body, vibrating the wings on his shoulders, and flew away towards the outside of the valley. Now, he had no intention of fighting anymore.
"Want to escape?" The young monk frowned, and his body instantly flashed out, passing dozens of feet away, and came to behind Pang Tian. With a shake of his right hand, he stabbed out with a sword.
Pang Tian, who was full of dead souls, just ran for his life. The sword gang struck behind him. He couldn't dodge it. He was immediately pierced by the sword gang without any resistance, and the body's protective gas was pierced, and another bloody hole appeared on his back.
Fortunately, he was wearing low-grade spiritual weapon armor, otherwise the sword would have penetrated his chest, but even so, he still fell to the snow with a thud.
"You can't kill me, I am a true disciple of Liuyun Sect!" Pang Tian was rolling and twitching in pain in the snow, and Pang Tian was still making his final struggle.
"If you touch my reverse scale, even the King of Heaven will not be able to save you. You will definitely die!" The young monk fell beside him and looked at him with a cold face, his eyes filled with the aura of death and destruction.
"You are Du Feiyun! You are not dead!" At the last moment before his death, Pang Tian suddenly had a realization in his heart.
"Yes!" The young monk nodded slightly.
Hearing this, Pang Tian's eyes flashed with a look of despair, and he made an extremely difficult decision.
I saw Pang Tian suddenly wave his hand and hit Du Feiyun with a blazing fire god thunder. Fierce flames rose from his body, leaping from the ground and shooting out of the valley like a stream of light.
