After a few seconds of breathing, Nangong Qiong stood up again.
He was still covering his abdomen, but the pain on his face was no longer so obvious. It was supposed to be that the severe pain in his abdomen began to ease. However, while the pain was relieved, his hatred for Yang Jian did not weaken, and he continued to stare at Yang Jian with a murderous gaze.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Jian, do you know? I broke through to the realm of dark energy when I was twenty-five. Since then, no one has ever been able to hurt me, and no one can let me carry my back on the ground. You set two precedents on me today. Do you know what I want to do now?"
Speaking of the last sentence, Nangong Qiong was already shouting at the top of his lungs.
Yang Jian could hear his anger.
But what does his anger have to do with Yang Jian? Will Yang Jian feel uncomfortable because of his anger?
Yang Jian said indifferently: "I know what you want to do, it's just to teach me a lesson and kill me again. I agree with what Liu Yuan said just now. The strength is achieved. If you are not happy, just do it. Don't talk so much nonsense."
"I'm as you wish!"
Nangong Qiong roared angrily and rushed up like crazy.
His eyes were covered with bloodshot like spider webs, and all they contained were madness and violence.
"Bang!"
When Nangong Qiong rushed to Yang Jian and was only one meter away from Yang Jian, Nangong Qiong's right foot suddenly stepped down, stomping the floor tiles into pieces, leaving a footprint about an inch deep in the concrete under the floor tiles.
Around the footprints, winding cracks spread like lightning.
The moment he landed, Nangong Qiong borrowed force from the ground and slashed at Yang Jian's neck with force with his right palm knife, slashing towards Yang Jian's neck at a forty-five degrees.
Just looking at the power of Nangong Qiong's kick, Yang Jian could roughly guess what power his palm knife had. It was like a person in mid-air could not exert force flexibly, and masters also had to borrow power from the ground to exert their true strength.
The greater the destructive power of Nangong Qiong to the ground, the more it can prove that his attack power is terrifying.
Yang Jian couldn't help but admire: "At the age of twenty-eight, you can achieve such achievements in the Ancestral Star of the Dharma-Ending Age. You are indeed a genius. Even if you practice national arts rather than ancient martial arts, you are enough to laugh at the heroes. Unfortunately, you met me."
Almost the moment when Nangong Qiong stepped on the ground with his right foot, Yang Jian slipped behind Nangong Qiong like a loach.
When Nangong Qiong's palm knife slashed out and cut through the air, Yang Jian had already raised his right hand and held Nangong Qiong's back collar.
He suddenly swung Nangong Qiong up and said, "The real battle is not just a simple battle of strength, but a comprehensive comparison of speed, strength, reaction, skills, and experience! So what if your strength is stronger than me now? Fighting experience is your absolute weakness!"
Yang Jian threw Nangong Qiong out with force.
Nangong Qiong drew a beautiful arc, hit the ceiling of the corridor and then landed on the ground.
When Yang Jian looked at him again, his nose was already bruised and swollen.
The purgatory killers saw their boss being beaten up and looked at Yang Jian in panic, but no one took action.
Yang Jian snapped his fingers gently, and a ball of flame emerged from the tip of his index finger with his right hand.
"When I first learned that you were a master of Gangjin realm, I thought I could have fun today. Who knew that you were just a flower growing up in a greenhouse. Although you were only strong, you had no combat experience at all. If you could enrich your combat experience a little, it would not be easy for me to win today."
After saying that, Yang Jian fired out the flame and prepared to end it.
"Attack me!"
At this moment, Nangong Qiong suddenly gave the order, and the purgatory killers behind who had not taken action for a long time suddenly took out various daggers of different colors and sizes, and some took out poison needles to attack Yang Jian at the same time. The flames that Yang Jian fired were instantly extinguished.
Yang Jian was slightly stunned.
He just thought that these killers had become afraid because of Nangong Qiong.
But with Nangong Qiong's order, they attacked desperately.
It seems that Nangong Qiong's power is not as deep as ordinary.
However, the attacks of many purgatory killers are nothing to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian clapped his palm in the air and blocked the daggers that flew over with his palms.
He said with interest: "Nangong Qiong, I understand that except for practicing, your time is basically used to train killers and study methods to control killers, right? No wonder your practical experience is so poor that you don't have enough time at all."
“So what?”
Nangong Qiong wiped his nose and stood up and said, "The King of Western Chu once said that no matter how good your personal martial arts are, it is just an enemy of one person. If you want to learn, learn from the enemy of ten thousand people! I command thousands of troops to attack and kill, no matter how strong you are."
Yang Jian smiled and said nothing.
Because the battle situation has basically been decided.
Now even the most powerful Nangong Qiong in Purgatory is not Yang Jian’s opponent, and there are only more than 100 purgatory killers behind Nangong Qiong, and their strength is basically in the dark energy realm. Although the number of people reaches a certain level, you can indeed use the human sea tactics to kill stronger people.
But purgatory now obviously does not have this numerical advantage.
Just as Yang Jian was about to finish Nangong Qiong, he heard Liu Yuan walk forward and say, "Yang Jian, kill him quickly and don't talk so much nonsense with him."
The captain of Longhun also came up and said, "Yang Jian, let's do it. Everyone in Longhun is seriously injured and needs treatment in an urgent manner. Let's quickly solve the matter here and then go back to rest."
Yang Jian nodded.
"boom!"
At this moment, Yang Jian heard a deafening sound, and then he saw soft moonlight sprinkling from above. He looked up and saw that the originally thick ceiling was gone, with the bright moon and the stars hanging above his head.
The moment the ceiling disappeared, the surrounding walls collapsed one by one, and the smoke and dust rolled.
After finally waiting for the smoke and dust to subside, Yang Jian realized that he was surrounded.
No! Not only him is surrounded, but also everyone else in Dragon Soul.
Nangong Qiong, who had a gray look on his face, suddenly grinned and said, "Yang Jian, did you think that my subordinates could not overwhelm you in terms of quantity? Yes, I admit that your view is correct, but what about now?"
As he said that, Nangong Qiong made a "please" gesture and signaled Yang Jian to look around.
Yang Jian looked along his hand and couldn't help but frown gently.
When Captain Dragon Soul, Liu Yuan, Huangfu Qingyue and others looked around, their faces changed drastically.
Liu Yuan said angrily: "It's a hell. When we broke in, we obviously didn't see the killer of Purgatory. Where did these people emerge?"
Huangfu Qingyue said dejectedly: "No, fighting at other people's home court is indeed unfavorable to us, we are dead." To be continued.