With Nangong Qiong's order, the killers in the realm of the transformation of spirits took action.
Except for a very small number of captains who wanted to stay, Hao Jian, and Liu Yuan, the rest of the people rushed towards Huangfu Qingyue and the weasel. Yang Jian stood at a high place and looked down, and suddenly
I saw more than ten experts in the realm of Huajin attacking Huangfu Qingyue and the Weasel.
With Huangfu Qingyue and the Weasel's current strength, don't say they have been injured.
Even if you are at the peak, you must not be able to compete with ten masters in the realm of the Transformation of the Spirit.
The captain of Dragon Soul, Hao Jian and Liu Yuan, wanted to lend a helping hand, but they were all willing but not enough.
As long as they dare to move, the Purgatory Killer will rush forward desperately, attacking them while trying to tear the defense. If the Purgatory Killer succeeds, even if they successfully save Huangfu Qingyue and the Weasel, Huo'er will be in the end.
In danger.
Then you will be completely passive.
Seeing the battle situation developing in a direction that was not conducive to Dragon Soul, everyone's faces looked ugly.
Nangong Qiong obviously realized this.
He laughed proudly and said, "Yang Jian, have you seen it? In the face of the general trend, a person's power is insignificant. So what if you can fight? Can you save your companion from so many killers? You can't
!”
Nangong Qiong seemed to have seen the scale of victory tilt towards him, and the smile on his face became more and more arrogant.
"A person's power is not enough to turn the world around, it only means that this person's power is not enough."
Yang Jian said calmly: "As long as the power is strong enough, there is nothing that cannot be done. I am standing here, let alone you only have such a small number of people. Even if the number is ten times more, you can't help but hurt Huangfu Qing under my nose.
moon."
As he said that, Yang Jian squatted down halfway and slapped his right palm hard on the wall.
Under Yang Jian's terrifying palm force, the bricks on the wall instantly split into pieces.
Yang Jian silently picked up the crushed bricks.
During this process, Nangong Qiong kept paying attention to every move of Yang Jian, but because of the angle, he could not see Yang Jian's specific moves in the dark. He could only see Yang Jian slapped it with a palm.
"Yang Jian! What do you want to do?"
The proud look of Nangong Qiong's face gradually subsided, replaced by panic and uneasiness, obviously because he couldn't guess what Yang Jian wanted to do. When he was unable to defeat Yang Jian, the unknown fear made him mess up suddenly.
He took two steps back vigilantly.
At the same time, the killer of the realm of the transformation of purgatory has truly approached Huangfu Qingyue and the Weasel.
At this critical moment, the broken bricks on Yang Jian’s hand were popped out one by one.
"Shit!"
As the sound of harsh sounds of breaking through the air sounded, the broken bricks in Yang Jian's hand were like armor-piercing bullets, flying towards the killers of purgatory at a speed that was hard to see in the naked eye. When the broken bricks approached them, these killers should have noticed them.
, all looked back in confusion.
But at the beginning, they focused all their attention on Huangfu Qingyue and the weasel.
They obviously didn't expect that Yang Jian, who was hundreds of meters away, would have the ability to attack them.
It was too late when they found the broken bricks.
Under the attack of broken bricks, many killers in the purgatory realm of the purgatory were either cut open their throats, pierced through their temples, or hit the center. Anyway, as long as they were hit by Yang Jian, they would have only two consequences, death or
Seriously injured and lost combat effectiveness.
No! Strictly speaking, they only have one fate, and that is death!
Because the moment these killers in the realm of Huajin lost their combat power, the weasel and Huangfu Qingyue would tacitly wave the butcher knife and send them off.
In the blink of an eye, the killer who rushed towards Huangfu Qingyue and the weasel was wiped out.
Nangong Qiong's face turned pale when he saw all this.
Yang Jian returned the words just now to Nangong Qiong and said, "Nangong Qiong, do you believe it now? As long as a person's strength is strong enough, the so-called general trend and human sea tactics can all be reversed by one's own strength. You can't do it just because you
Not strong enough!”
"impossible!"
Nangong Qiong shouted hysterically: "I have fought with you just now. I know your strength very well. Although your body movement is very strange, your strength is still in the realm of transforming strength. How can you kill it with a hidden weapon?
A master of the same level?”
"Because your subordinates are too careless."
Yang Jian said slowly: "As the saying goes, arrogant soldiers will be defeated. They besieged Huangfu Qingyue and the weasel with the advantage of ten people, and they must think that they will win. Since they win, they will be less vigilant. I am at this critical moment.
If they attack, they will not die without nature.”
"You and I have fought with you!"
I believe Nangong Qiong is already very clear about the current situation. If he doesn't quickly find a way to turn the situation around, all he can wait for is failure. In this case, Nangong Qiong seemed to have forgotten that he had suffered a great loss under Yang Jian, and rushed towards him with red eyes.
Yang Jian.
Seeing Nangong Qiong getting closer and closer to him, Yang Jian was ready to take action.
"Bang!"
At this moment, Yang Jian saw a black shadow flashing by and kicking hard on Nangong Qiong's abdomen.
Nangong Qiong, who was hit hard, screamed in pain and flew backwards like a cannonball.
However, Nangong Qiong seemed to be hit hard, but in fact, the person who kicked him used cleverness.
Nangong Qiong fell on the floor tiles with such a heavy momentum, but there was no crack in the floor tiles, which shows that.
When Nangong Qiong landed, the black shadow also landed in front of Nangong Qiong, and then turned to face Yang Jian.
I saw that this man was about forty or fifty years old, very burly, wearing black clothes and pants. Yang Jian and Nangong Qiong didn't notice him approaching just now. Except that he had a certain strength and Yang Jian and the other two were not careful of him, he
This outfit is of great significance.
But these are not the point.
The point is that on the face of this middle-aged man, Yang Jian saw the familiar outline, and his appearance was almost the same as Nangong Qiong. When Nangong Qiong stood up again, he looked angry and looked like he wanted to fight the middle-aged man.
The posture.
But after seeing the middle-aged man, he instantly calmed down.
"Dad, why are you here?"
Although Yang Jian was mentally prepared, he was still slightly shocked when he heard Nangong Qiong calling him a middle-aged man like this, and then smiled with interest: "The young one can't beat him, will the old one jump out to protect the cub? But I
Depending on your strength, if you are dying, you will be similar to your son. What can you do?"
There is no doubt that this middle-aged man is Nangong Qiong's father, Nangong Xuan, who Huangfu Qingyue has always wanted to kill.
Nangong Xuan did not answer his precious son, but instead replied to Yang Jian: "The strength of our father and son is indeed not far apart. We can't fight you one-on-one, but what if we join forces?" It will be continued.