Nangong Haotian was not afraid of the second Junfeng's powerful blow, and suddenly waved his right hand. The hand of God finally showed its power to capture the stars and the moon in front of the world.
"Rumble, rumble—"
There was a sudden tremor of the earth and a deafening loud noise, and countless snowflakes were blown up. At this moment, only a five-meter-sized giant palm and a ten-meter-sized giant sword remained in a stalemate between heaven and earth.
Second Junfeng's handsome face turned red. It was obvious that he was seriously injured in the collision with Nangong Haotian this time. Looking at Nangong Haotian again, there was no sign of discomfort on his indifferent face, and he didn't even have trouble breathing.
one time.
But this is just a superficial phenomenon. Second Junfeng's strength is not unpowerful, and Nangong Haotian also used all his strength. The last hand of God almost used one-third of the power of chaos.
, one can imagine how powerful it is.
But to his surprise, Second Junfeng actually blocked it. This really surprised Nangong Haotian, but his eyes swept across the dozen people in the distance behind Second Junfeng, and Nangong Haotian had to
Pretend that nothing happened, otherwise once you take action, it will only be Liu Qianwen and others who suffer.
The battle with the Second Junfeng had already consumed a huge amount of chaos power, and now there was a slight feeling of weakness in the body. Although it was not as obvious as the Second Junfeng, it still frightened Nangong Haotian.
Er Junfeng didn't know what Nangong Haotian was thinking. When he saw that he was not injured at all, Er Junfeng was shocked. With a bite of his silver teeth, the already sluggish black energy suddenly surged.
Junfeng gritted his teeth in pain, and a mouthful of black blood turned into a blood arrow and sank into the black sword.
"Rumble, rumble—"
Nangong Haotian felt that this balance was about to be broken. Second Junfeng actually wanted to explode the black sword. A fierce force passed through his heart. He mobilized the few remaining powers of chaos in his body and exploded into the sky.
in the hands of.
After accepting Nangong Haotian's desperate offer of the power of chaos, the hand of God became extremely solid, no different from a real palm, and even the lines were clearly visible.
"Break it!" Second Junfeng roared, adding the last bit of strength, trying to detonate the black sword. Nangong Haotian would naturally be hurt by then.
Nangong Haotian snorted, and with a sudden force, the hand of God suddenly turned into a hand covering the sky, and flew into the sky with the black sword that expanded to a size of twenty meters.
The connection between the Second Junfeng and the Black Sword was broken, and the connection between Nangong Haotian and the Hand of God was also broken. The attacks of the Hand of God and the Second Junfeng were annihilated, turning into black energy and golden light, and both dissipated in the sky.
, the snow fell again, and Nangong Haotian and Er Junfeng got a lot of it on their bodies.
"Impossible, impossible, I hit with all my strength and you managed to break it, impossible!" Er Junfeng looked like he was crazy, summoning up the last bit of true energy in his body to attack.
Naturally, Nangong Haotian would not be afraid. When the Hand of God was broken, he only used the fourth level of chaos power, while Er Junfeng used a piece of his heart's blood. From this look, Nangong Haotian was better.
At this time, Second Junfeng's true energy has been exhausted. The bodies of the two are naturally more powerful. Nangong Haotian's treasure body is naturally more powerful. How can they be afraid of Second Junfeng's mortal body.
"Bang bang——"
The two palms met, and bursts of muffled sounds were heard. Erjunfeng's face flushed, and then he gritted his teeth and came forward again.
While Nangong Haotian was running the Waste Transformation Technique to recover the consumed Chaos Power, he was fighting against the second Junfeng's attack. Without the support of Zhenqi, the two attacks did not lose their excitement. You came and I fought.
It became more intense.
But what shocked Nangong Haotian was that although Second Junfeng had lost his true energy, his treasure body at the fourth level of the body training stage actually felt a little painful when he palmed his palms.
With this discovery, Nangong Haotian did not dare to linger for a long time. He shouted loudly, his palm skills suddenly changed, and the power of chaos that had recovered a little bit of movement quickly performed "Cloud Turning Hand", and with a backhand move, he slapped the second handsome man.
The back shoulder of the peak.
Er Junfeng's eyes lit up, and a sinister smile suddenly flashed across the corner of his pale mouth. Then, he turned around violently, shouted loudly, and greeted him with flying palms.
There was a loud bang and a muffled grunt, and Er Junfeng opened his mouth and let out a scream. His body was like a ball being kicked violently, and he rolled directly several feet away.
When the two dozen big men saw it, they all screamed in panic and flew towards the second handsome peak from a hundred meters away.
Second Junfeng, who was rolling violently, was just blocked by dozens of big men. With a "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow. He tilted his head and fainted immediately.
When Zhao Ling'er saw it, she smiled proudly and kept clapping her hands in the distance. At this time, Liu Qianwen and Aunt Shan, who knew that the fighting between the two had stopped, also rushed over.
Nangong Haotian, who was shocked by the power of Second Junfeng's palm, groaned. He only felt that the power of Second Junfeng's palm was like a cold sharp blade, running from his palm, through his right arm, directly to the ventricle.
Nangong Haotian felt horrified in his heart. He didn't expect that such a second handsome man would be so scheming. He was willing to use his hard work just now without wasting the last bit of his true energy.
He had just used it at this moment, which caught him off guard. He suddenly felt pain like a needle pricking in his heart. He knew something was wrong, so he secretly raised his Qi and performed the exercises, silently running the Waste Transformation into God Art, and stood there without moving.
When Liu Qingwen and Aunt Shan saw that Nangong Haotian didn't look like he usually did after fighting, they knew something was wrong. They exclaimed and flew over.
Liu Qianwen took Nangong Haotian's arm and asked anxiously: "Brother Nangong, what do you think?"
When Zhao Ling'er saw this situation, she hurried over in confusion.
Nangong Haotian performed a little exercise, and the endless spiritual power from heaven and earth poured into his limbs and bones. A trace of chaotic power appeared in the nearly exhausted divine source crystal. Under the induction, he felt calm and no pain, and immediately smiled and said
: "It's nothing, my heart hurt just now..."
But before he finished speaking, Er Junfeng, who was a few feet away, had already woken up. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he gasped and said sharply: "Nangong Haotian, within three days, you will have cramps all over your body.
, died of cold..."
As soon as the word "death" came out of his mouth, Er Junfeng let out another "wow" sound, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.
When the twenty or so burly men in fine clothes saw it, they did not dare to neglect at all. They shouted, raised the second handsome peak, and fled away. Hu Shuhua covered the chrysanthemum with one hand and pointed at Nangong Haotian fiercely with the other hand.
, after being glanced at by Nangong Haotian's cold eyes, he followed the others angrily.
"Do you want to leave without leaving the second Junfeng's life?" Aunt Shan was furious. She shouted fiercely, waved her staff and flew after him.
Nangong Haotian was eager to see Shangguan Xiaowan as soon as possible, but he was unwilling to kill everyone. Moreover, the second Junfeng was hit by his own trick, and he didn't know whether he would survive, so he said in a deep voice: "Aunt Shan. Let's do it."
Let them go!"
Aunt Shan stopped when she heard the sound, turned around and said urgently: "You may have been poisoned by the second Junfeng's palm. Maybe he has an antidote or prescription on his body?!"
Nangong Haotian shook his head indifferently and said, "I don't feel anything wrong anymore!"
Aunt Shan snorted, glared fiercely at the big men who left, and had to walk back, because more than twenty strong men in strong clothes, carrying the bodies of the second Junfeng and the short-bearded man, had already fled to the front.
The foot of the peak was instantly submerged by flying snowflakes.
Zhao Ling'er, a girl in red, ran over and took Nangong Haotian's arm, asking nervously: "Haotian, did you really feel a pain in your heart just now?"
Nangong Haotian was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "I don't feel any pain now!"
"Miss Zhao, do you know what kind of vicious kung fu Master Erjunfeng and his apprentice are practicing?" Liu Qianwen asked anxiously, wishing to know immediately whether Nangong Haotian had been poisoned.
"My little sister has never heard of it. You have to go back and ask my aunt to find out!" Zhao Ling'er blushed when she heard the question, and shook her head nervously and anxiously.
Liu Qianwen and Aunt Shan looked at each other and quickly urged: "Then let's go now!"
"No, let's ask Miss Zhao to take us to see sister Xiaowan first!" Nangong Haotian waved his hand to stop the two of them. If he doesn't seize the opportunity this time to find Shangguan Xiaowan and make it clear, who knows what will happen if he finds her again?
It was time, and he didn't want to delay it any longer.
"You have to ask my aunt to know!" Zhao Ling'er looked at Nangong Haotian innocently.
Nangong Haotian couldn't help but feel angry. This little girl actually lied to him. She shouldn't have done it, so he asked in a deep voice: "Didn't you just say that you would take us there?"
"That...this..." Zhao Ling'er put her hands on the corners of her clothes and squirmed for a long time before explaining: "That's because you said that Miss Xiaowan's aunt also lives in a Buddhist nunnery in Benshan District. I think
, my aunt is a Buddhist master, as long as we ask her, we will definitely ask."
Nangong Haotian rolled his eyes at Zhao Ling'er speechlessly and said nothing. He knew that even if he tried to talk, this little girl wouldn't say anything because she didn't know at all.
"Then please ask Miss Zhao to take us there quickly!" Liu Qianwen urged.
Zhao Ling'er responded, glanced at Nangong Haotian again, then turned and walked forward.
Aunt Shan looked around. She had been paying attention to the amazing battle between Nangong Haotian and Erjunfeng before. She actually forgot about Zhao Ling'er's BMW and couldn't help but remind her: "Where is your horse?"
Zhao Ling'er said: "My aunt's Buddhist nunnery is at the foot of the sloping ridge in front. It has already gone home!"
Liu Qianwen shifted her gaze and looked around. Sure enough, the green horse was missing nearby. Thinking that it was because it was not far from the Buddhist nunnery, Zhao Ling'er did not use her body skills and kept running forward.