But the regret cloud stick in Ling Tian's hand has lost all its spiritual power and cannot activate the formation at all. How can he resist under this stick?
The warrior who uses this stick is definitely in the late stage of Ning Soul. With such heavy blessings, it is almost the strongest blow that the Ning Soul warrior can unleash.
At the critical moment, the golden flame in Ling Tian's hand surged, so he had to use the Pure Yang Finger.
This is Ling Tian's only powerful martial skill without any weapons.
"clang!"
But between the lightning and flint, a jet-black light flew diagonally, blocking Ling Tian's head, and collided with the stick.
There was another loud noise, even more powerful than the last time, and all the trees within several miles around were broken.
The shock wave swept Ling Tian below a hundred meters away.
"Ahem!"
Ling Tian got up from the ground, the energy in his body was tumbling, and he was greatly shocked.
However, he didn't care about this. He looked up suddenly and saw two figures standing opposite each other in the distance.
Both of them were wearing loose night clothes, and they couldn't tell the difference between men and women, but one of them was holding a big green and black stick, and the other was holding a huge sickle that was ten feet long, facing each other tit for tat.
And Ling Tian didn't know these two people.
But the strength of the two should be between equals.
After the powerful blow just now, neither of them was affected much.
Just such an indifferent look made Ling Tian feel awe-inspiring.
In fact, the one who was most surprised was Yun Yang.
Originally, the first stick should kill him with one blow, but he underestimated Ling Tian's combat power. The seemingly inconspicuous golden stick could actually withstand a blow from a high-grade spiritual weapon stick.
As for the second stick, he almost used the strongest power except martial arts. He was a master in the late stage of condensation. He could not die but also shed his skin. It was more than enough to kill Ling Tian.
But at this moment, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, and not only blocked his own blow with a stick, but also suffered no damage.
"roll!"
Just when Yun Yang was in shock, the figure holding the sickle suddenly let out a low roar.
It turned out to be a rolling word!
Yun Yang is the heir apparent of Marquis Yun. How has he ever been scolded like this in Yunzhou?
No one ever dared to say the word "Go" to him.
Unable to bear it anymore, Yun Yang picked up the stick and rushed over.
The figure on the opposite side sneered, raised his sickle and faced him with regret. The two of them fought with their sticks and sickles flying in the dense forest.
"Shaoyang, how are you?"
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Ling Tian rushed to Qin Shaoyang's side and helped him up from the ground.
Qin Shaoyang's face was pale, but he was not seriously injured, but all the energy in his body was shaken away.
His cultivation level was still too low, and just the aftermath of the battle in the later stage of Ningso was already too much for him to bear.
"Ahem, cough, okay. God...Brother Tian, what's going on? Someone, someone wants to kill you!" Qin Shaoyang looked at the two figures fighting in the distance and coughed twice.
"Stop talking so much and leave quickly!"
Ling Tian carried Qin Shaoyang on his back, summoned Xiao Qing, got on his horse and ran towards Yunzhou City.
"Want to leave!?"
Yun Yang was shocked and angry, he had never failed before.
He immediately knocked away the warrior on the opposite side with a stick, and then turned into a black shadow and flew away.
But the warrior holding the sickle obviously refused to give up. He also chased after Yun Yang and stopped him, and his speed was not slow.
After only a moment's delay, Ling Tian sat down on his cyan war horse and disappeared at the end of the official road like a flash of cyan lightning.
"hateful!"
Yun Yang was furious and just watched Ling Tian escape. If the assassination was not successful this time, then there would be no such perfect opportunity next time!
"It's all you! Looking for death!"
With nowhere to vent his anger, Yun Yang turned around and attacked the warrior holding the sickle.
If this person hadn't stepped in, Ling Tian would be a corpse now.
"hehe..."
However, to Yun Yang's expectation, the warrior retreated suddenly, and with a sneer, the figure disappeared into the dense forest. No matter how Yun Yang searched with his spiritual sense, he could not find any trace.
"Who is it! Who is ruining my life!"
Yun Yang looked up to the sky and roared, the depression in his heart nowhere to be seen, and he broke down all the surrounding trees.
In the darkness, a figure leaned against a huge tree with his brows furrowed. It was not until Ling Tian left safely that he relaxed a little. If Ling Tian saw it, he would be very curious. Ye Fan from Qingyun Sect would also appear.
In this dense forest...
Zongmenfang, southwest of Yunzhou City, is the residence of Ziyun Sect.
Mu Tiedan sat in front of the gate and stood guard. After practicing hard all day, he just finished a table of delicacies sent by Danhui. They were all cooked with rare birds and elixirs. They were not only delicious, but also full of medicinal power.
Now I feel drowsy.
At this moment, a rapid sound of horse hooves sounded from a distance, and the earth shook.
Mu Tiedan woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a big and ferocious blue head appearing in front of him, looking at him fiercely.
"What the hell, I scared your grandpa to death!"
Mu Tietang was almost scared to death, so he raised his iron fist and struck forward.
But unexpectedly, there was a muffled sound, and Mu Tiedan felt as if he had been punched on fine iron. His head did not move at all. The pain in his fist was like a needle prick, and he almost broke his body. The pain was terrible.
"Tie Guan, raise the formation, no one is allowed to approach!"
A voice came, but it was Ling Tian who got off the young horse and rushed into the yard with Qin Shaoyang on his back.
"Well..."
"Don't be stunned, be on strict alert!"
Although he was a little confused, Mu Tiedan still waved his token, so that the entire station was enveloped in a defensive formation. All Ziyun Sect disciples outside were also prepared as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"What's going on? Ling Tian is making such noise just after he came back?"
Deep in the alley in the distance, there are two dark figures hidden. Unless you pass by this place, you will never be able to detect them.
"The shopkeeper said that any abnormal situation must be reported. You keep an eye on it and I will report it!"
Coincidentally, similar situations occur everywhere around the Ziyun Sect's headquarters.
Inside the station, Ling Tian carried Qin Shaoyang back to his room. After checking it carefully, he took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into the mouth of the unconscious Qin Shaoyang.
After drinking some tea, Ling Tian slapped Qin Shaoyang twice on the face.
"Oh! I was scared to death! There was an ambush!"
Qin Shaoyang suddenly sat up from the bed, with a look of horror on his face. He turned around and saw Ling Tian beside him, and exclaimed: "Brother Tian! Someone is trying to kill us, I'm injured, my face hurts! Did they hit me in the face?
Take a look, is there any disfigurement?"
Ling Tian frowned: "..."
"Stop screaming, we have returned to Zongmenfang. It should be safe here." Ling Tian shook his head, "You are not injured, you are just exhausted."
"Zongmenfang? We're going back to Yunzhou City! That's good. No one dares to act wild in the city yet, which scares me." Qin Shaoyang patted his chest, feeling lingering fear.
At this moment, he finally understood how big the gap was between his cultivation and his soul.
"Shao Yang, what did you see about those two people just now? Who are they?" Ling Tian sat at the table, picked up a cup of tea, and thought with a frown.