Volume Two, Edge of the Inner Court Chapter 134, Relief
The piece of ice on his chest was slapped away with a palm, but Yan Ting's lips began to turn white. The ice invaded his body. Even if there was blood to dissipate it, it was impossible not to suffer any damage. The remaining seven people all looked gloomy. Unexpectedly, Yan Ting
Ting was actually able to burst out with such powerful power, and directly knocked out Han Xu with one punch.
"Don't give him a chance to rest. Keep going and see how long he can last." The ninth-level Tianyuan said coldly.
Today's situation was completely unexpected to him, and he completely misjudged Yan Ting's strength, but so what, at this point, Yan Ting was at the end of his rope.
Two seventh-level Tianyuan rushed out at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. The two fists packed with fierce and fierce energy were violently blasted into Yan Ting's lower abdomen. This made Yan Ting, who wanted to take advantage of everyone's shock to untie the rope, turned cold.
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"Bastard!" Yan Ting let out a long breath, eyes half-closed, and punched out with both palms.
When the fists and palms met, Yan Ting's body was shocked and his arms were numb, but he reacted immediately, pinched the two fists with both hands, and then pulled hard. The two leaned forward, and Yan Ting took a step back and retracted his hands.
, converted into a fist, aimed at the heads of the two men and hit them hard.
However, under Duan Ya's long-term pressure and the continuous hard fighting, Yan Ting's physical strength was almost reaching its limit. The two punches that were originally fierce and fast were actually a bit slower at the moment, giving the two of them a chance to dodge.
Yan Ting gritted his teeth and quickly rushed forward to pounce on a person. Duan Ya's weight was definitely not something that a person in the Tianyuan realm could bear easily. The person fell heavily to the ground under the pressure of Yan Ting and Duan Ya. Yan Ting propped himself up on the ground and persisted.
Not letting himself fall, he rode on the man and punched the man's face one after another. In two breaths, the seventh-level Tianyuan's face was already a bloody mess.
"Seeking death!" The ninth-level Tianyuan quickly stepped forward and kicked Duan Ya. Suddenly, his pupils dilated, his face turned ferocious, and he flew straight away.
At this step, Yan Ting's body rushed forward, lying on the ground with Duan Ya pressing him down. With his current physical strength, it was very difficult to even stand up.
"Hit me, hit me!" When the young man who flew out saw Yan Ting falling to the ground, regardless of the pain on his body, he angrily shouted to those under him to take action.
Of course, the other five people were not fools. One after another, their vitality hit Yan Ting. Yan Ting curled up into a ball and tried his best to hide his body behind Duan Ya. Duan Ya was very wide, like a shield, blocking Yan Ting from seven attacks.
Although the attack was successful, 30% of the vitality still fell on Yan Ting. This 30% of the vitality was definitely a heavy blow to Yan Ting now!
Yan Ting's blood spurted out wildly, and there were dust and blood stains on his white clothes. His hanging hair was stuck to the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his entire face was covered in blood, making him look extremely miserable.
An eighth-level Tianyuan stepped on Yan Ting's face, with a smile on his face, and said: "Tsk, Yan Ting, you are really difficult to deal with. If this thing hadn't been pressed against you, you might not have been able to win.
You, today is a lesson for you. In the future in the academy, remember to behave with your tail between your legs and don’t be so arrogant."
Yan Ting lay motionless on the ground, with his eyes closed, like a dead corpse, and all he could hear was his labored breathing.
"Huh? Your bracelet is not bad. Let's take it as the reward for hurting Han Xu today." Seeing the golden dragon bracelet on Yan Ting's right wrist, the eighth-level Tianyuan looked happy and reached out to take off the bracelet.
Yan Ting, who originally thought he was unable to resist, suddenly grabbed his wrist with his right hand, and took advantage of the momentum with his left hand to grab his arm, using the force to lift his body up a little, but how could that man bear Duan Ya's weight?
, his legs tried their best and finally fell down. Yan Ting punched him in the face, but he just shook his head and his body was still in the same place.
With the first punch, the right side of his face was split open and bleeding profusely.
With the second punch, all four teeth were broken off and his mouth was filled with blood.
The third punch landed on his chest, causing his chest to collapse and his sternum to break. The clothes in his lower abdomen that were tightly grasped by Yan Ting shattered to pieces. His whole body flew out far away like a kite with its string cut off.
Everyone was stunned on the spot. How could it be possible? How could Yan Ting still fight back?
"You...you..." Several people were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders broke. Especially when they saw Yan Ting's eyes, which were as deep as the eternal night of reincarnation, they felt a sense of fear and terror.
But after finishing the eighth-level Tianyuan, Yan Ting fell completely to the ground, panting heavily, and no longer had any strength to struggle.
"Haha, even you trash want to teach me a lesson... If... if it weren't for the restraint of my weapons... I would sink all of you... these scum... into the pond today... and let you... live forever
Unforgettable..." Yan Ting spoke every word with ruthlessness. His eyes were filled with frightening hatred, and his face was filled with an extremely terrifying and ferocious look.
"You are... you are not human... you are not..." The five people's hands and feet were trembling wildly, with fear on their faces. This is not the perseverance and perseverance that a fourth-level Tianyuan can show, and he has managed to survive to this point.
return……
"Kill him...kill him...or we will all die..." Some people have lost their minds and have murderous intentions. You must know that Yan Ting is a disciple of the inner courtyard, and they are just slaves of Gu Feichun. If they kill Yan Ting,
Not only will they die, Gu Feichun will also be implicated.
"What are you doing?" The ninth-level Tianyuan in the distance shouted angrily when he saw someone trying to kill him.
But how could that person listen to these words? He was frightened to death by Yan Ting. With Yan Ting's talent and terrifying combat power, once he recovered from his injuries, it would be easy to kill them all.
It would be better to...
"Asshole, stop!" The ninth-level Tianyuan's eyes widened, and his face was full of panic. An eighth-level Tianyuan raised his hand, gathered his energy, and hit Yan Ting's head. He wanted to stop him, but he was too late.
Already.
Tear!
A silver-white arc flew from the void, so fast that it could not be seen by the naked eye, and passed through the arm of the eighth-level Tianyuan. In an instant, it cut open his raised hand, and blood spread across the air.
The eighth-level Tianyuan fell to the ground and howled in pain.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that the arc light had disappeared. A woman in white appeared in front of them. Her face was as beautiful as a jade washed by clear blue water. She was naturally pure and delicate. Her temperament was like a plum blossom in the white snow, pure.
Yet he was aloof and arrogant, and while his stunning appearance made people envious, he also felt a sense of shame.
Under the willow eyebrows that are as curved as crescent moons, there is a pair of bright eyes that are full of smoke. One glance is enough to make all flowers eclipse. The snow-white skin is as creamy as jade, and the beautiful facial features set off each other, outlining a picture that is approaching in this world.
The perfect face and the charming appearance reveal a valiant and unparalleled heroic appearance, which makes people even more admirable.
Such a woman who combines beauty, strength, temperament, and aura, cut off the arm of an eighth-level Tianyuan with a sword at this moment. She slowly walked to Yan Ting's side, and unparalleled terrifying energy burst out from her body.
All the people were blown away.
"You are so brave, you dare to kill the inner court disciples." Her voice was as cold as ice, and she was extremely ruthless, as if nothing in this world could make her feel emotional.
"You...you are...Xiang Xinyue?" That ninth-level Tianyuan is one of the people Gu Feichun trusts the most. Naturally, he has met many people with Gu Feichun. He also knows that among the disciples in the inner courtyard, there are some who are the most talented.
The only woman among them is the peerless woman in front of her - Xiang Xinyue.
Less than twenty years old, his cultivation level has reached the eighth level of Yuan Luo. He is also the only person in the inner court who is qualified to be compared with Zhao Xiuning. The two are known as the two prides of the inner court. This is purely based on their talent.
If we talk about cultivation, there are naturally some people who can surpass Xiang Xinyue.
However, there are recent rumors that her cultivation level has once again broken through, reaching the ninth level of Yuan Luo, which is only a small level away from that of Yuan Dao. From this point of view, her talent is likely to be slightly better than Zhao Xiuning's.
Yan Ting looked at Xiang Xinyue longingly, his eyes became determined, and all the pain seemed to be thrown away at this moment, and his heart became hot at this moment.
"Let me tell you, who gave you the courage to kill the disciples in the inner courtyard?" Xiang Xinyue's icy face remained the same, her voice was cold as she looked at the group of Tianyuan realm servants.
"They...are...people...from Gu Feichun..." Yan Ting said intermittently, which was enough to show how weak he was now.
"Gu Feichun?" Xiang Xinyue frowned slightly and tried hard to find this person's name in his memory. It seemed that he had heard Chi Han mention it.
"Xiang..." Just as the ninth-level Tianyuan man was about to speak, he was hit by the cold air that hit him. He was trembling all over and his face was pale. The same was true for those who were with him.
"Zhulu Academy... rules... we can... do things... for... our... master... and... we have not... violated the rules... dispatched strong men from the Yuan Luo realm... you..."
"Zhulu Academy also has regulations. The disciples in the inner courtyard should work together and be united in dealing with the outside world. They are not allowed to fight with each other and fight privately. You slaves have repeatedly attacked the disciples in the inner courtyard. Do you want to fight for your master's sake or to retaliate?
You should know your personal grudges better than I do."
Xiang Xinyue waved her jade hand, and an extremely cold storm hit the five people. The five people suddenly felt that their hearts were frozen, and they all flew dozens of feet away. Their whole bodies were as cold as if they were falling into an ice prison.
This is the difference between Tianyuan and Yuanluo. In the face of absolute strength, quantity and everything are just dust.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Ting also took out a few Yuan-Zeng Dan from the space ring and drank them, restoring some of his energy. However, he was too seriously injured and was pressed by Duan Ya for too long. Severe pain would be felt when his bones moved.
, so he will not be able to move freely in a short period of time.
"Thank you...thank you, senior sister!" Yan Ting said with sincere gratitude.
Xiang Xinyue glanced at Yan Ting, took out a black elixir from her space ring and fed it to Yan Ting.
"I... I can just do it myself!" Yan Ting was really not used to others feeding him, let alone in such an embarrassing situation.
Xiang Xinyue didn't object. She gave the elixir to Yan Ting, and Yan Ting took it and swallowed it. When the elixir entered his stomach, a cool and refreshing feeling suddenly came to his heart, and most of the pain all over his body was relieved.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Xiang, for the elixir. I will remember this kindness, and I will definitely repay the kindness twice as much when I have the opportunity in the future." Yan Ting was still lying on her stomach while talking to Xiang Xinyue, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Xiang Xinyue reached out to lift Duan Ya up, but Yan Ting hurriedly shouted: "Don't move!"
Xiang Xinyue stopped moving.
"Don't touch this thing casually. Be careful of getting hurt. It's up to me to do it." Yan Ting took the elixir, and his health improved a lot. He was able to stand up with difficulty. He used the strength of his limbs to stand up with difficulty, and suddenly felt a headache.
Dizzy, staggering, and fell down again.
Xiang Xinyue watched all this, shook her head, and reached out to hold Duan Ya. The first time she raised her hand, she failed to pick it up.
"Huh." Xiang Xinyue snorted coldly, and the majestic vitality surged into the palm of her hand, and Duan Ya rose from the ground.