More than fifty people swarmed forward, and the majestic momentum from the late stage Tianyuan instantly shot straight into the sky. Countless strands of energy spurted out, filling the space. The surrounding gravel and fallen leaves swirled with the aura released by the more than fifty late stage Tianyuan people.
And flying all over the sky.
Yan Ting's palm turned upside down and turned into a fist, and a wisp of dark demonic energy condensed from the center of the fist.
"Break the killing curse!"
A roar pierced through the sky, exhausting Yan Ting's extreme fury at this moment. A demonic aurora containing supreme demonic power perfectly blended with the night, and was released from Yan Ting's fist, like a life-threatening blade hidden in the long night, breaking through the shackles of the void.
Cutting through the silence of the night, he blasted towards the team of more than fifty people in front.
"block!"
Sensing this overbearing force, everyone knew that they would never be able to stop it alone. After one person shouted loudly, more than twenty people gathered their energy together to form an absolute barrier and slowly pushed out. No matter how strong Yan Ting was,
, it is impossible for one person to break through the joint barrier of more than twenty late-stage Tianyuan at this moment. What he has to do is to disrupt the team of this group of people.
The aurora struck the barrier, immediately producing a surge of energy. The bodies of more than twenty people were shaken, their arms went numb, and several people were almost thrown backwards by the force.
It took the strength of more than twenty people to withstand this blow, which shows how terrifying Yan Ting's killing curse has become. Cheng Yan was dumbfounded, as if someone had hit him in the head, and he was confused. Not only him
, everyone was shocked and their faces were extremely ugly.
Yan Ting has never practiced body skills, but his speed is definitely at the top among people in the same situation. Years of fighting have changed his physique to some extent, making his explosive power surpass that of most people.
call out!
The space was like a flying arrow piercing the sky, like a meteor streaking across the night, Yan Ting's figure suddenly flashed, rushing several feet away in the blink of an eye, and the ready-to-go fist hit a person's chest mercilessly, that one
In an instant, the sternum collapsed and broke, sending it flying away, causing the three people behind it to roll several feet.
"Leigang controls the energy!"
A purple thunder field opened up in the palm of Yan Ting's hand. He raised one palm to the sky. The violent power of thunder pierced the sky and exploded with countless muffled thunders. The loneliness of the long night was completely broken at this moment. Yan Ting's body covered with thunder and lightning
He turned his palm upside down and faced the ground, and then quickly snapped it down. Thunder and lightning intersected, covering the earth with a deep purple thunder net.
Thunder and lightning spread and bombarded the bodies of seven people, knocking them away instantly.
Suddenly, the big man who had been lying on the ground jumped up and rushed away from the crowd, as violent as an out-of-control bison. Yan Ting looked back and saw that his arms were tightly hugged by the big man and clinging to his waist. His feet
He also rushed off the ground with the big man's hug.
Yan Ting's back hit an ancient tree hard, and he was shocked. His eyes were dark, he gritted his teeth, and hit his head on the big man's lowered back with all his strength. Being hit by such a collision, the big man's spine was slightly cracked, but
Undoubtedly, this was a huge trauma. The big man loosened his arms around Yan Ting under the stimulation of pain. Yan Ting pressed his knee against the big man's abdomen and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The big man collapsed and fell.
Looking at him coldly, he kicked him in the chest and kicked him several feet away.
Yan Ting's eyes quickly searched for Cheng Yan. He didn't want to waste time with these people. He had to capture the thief first. If he caught Cheng Yan, he would be able to escape safely. This kind of formation would definitely alarm the monsters. If he didn't leave, he might wait for the monsters to surround him.
, when the time comes, even those with extraordinary abilities will not be able to leave.
Cheng Yan's face was ashen. He didn't expect that Yan Ting, who Gu Feichun said could rival the ninth-level Tianyuan, was such a match. Before it even started, more than a dozen people on his side had fallen.
With a fierce look in his eyes, he grabbed his hand and took out an eight-foot-long knife from the space ring. It was a silver-white long knife with a sharp light and a cold edge. Before it was replaced, Cheng Yan
He absolutely didn't believe that so many people couldn't defeat Yan Ting, but the two moves Yan Ting just made completely overturned his understanding. A fifth-level Tianyuan, one move.
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Destroying seven late-stage Tianyuan, this is not normal even if you think about it. Although he is also a ninth-level Tianyuan, he is far from comparable to these wine bags and rice bags under his hands.
Cheng Yan jumped up high, swung the long sword in his hand, and slashed it from the air, drawing a silver-white sword light several feet long, splitting the chaotic battlefield with one strike.
Yan Ting jumped to avoid the knife and looked at the ravine several feet deep on the ground. He was still calm and composed, as if he didn't take Cheng Yan seriously at all.
"The knife is good, but it's a pity that it's a little bruised." Yan Ting dusted off the dust on his body and said calmly.
"Today is the day you die." Cheng Yan held the long knife in both hands and struck at Yan Ting with sharp moves.
When the first sword was struck, Yan Ting knew that Cheng Yan was not comparable to those ordinary late-stage Tianyuan. He did not dare to take it hard before he found out the depth. The long sword was slashed in the air, bringing with it a chilling air that chilled the heart.
, Yan Ting frowned slightly, turned sideways to avoid the sword, and suddenly punched out his right fist, hitting the sword without any fancy.
Bang!!!
There was a clear and loud collision sound, and Yan Ting's fist was like hitting fine steel. The biting coldness invaded his fist, which shocked him immediately. Cheng Yan suddenly slashed with his sword, and Yan Ting's eyes were blank.
It zoomed in sharply, and the entire upper body leaned back as fast as possible. The sharp edge passed in front of Yan Ting's eyes in an instant, but the unparalleled cold light cut into his face like a knife. Yan Ting took a step away, shocked.
He looked at his fist and saw a very thin layer of frost on it. He touched his face again and saw a very thin trace of blood. The cold light just now seemed to have cut his face twice.
He didn't underestimate Cheng Yan, but he didn't take it too seriously either. He made a fatal mistake, and he had never made this mistake before.
"A Yuanluo-level weapon." Yan Ting murmured softly.
"Yanting, go to hell!"
Cheng Yan held the long sword high in his hand. In an instant, silver light shone in the sky, covering the dark night with a silvery white light curtain. The stream of light shone and converged on the blade. Cheng Yan's eyes were like lightning, and a trace of clarity flashed in his dark eyeballs.
In the white light, his momentum skyrocketed, and he was like a peerless strongman at the moment of returning to the light. With an unrivaled posture, he slashed at Yan Ting with this powerful sword.
Yan Ting took a deep breath, and the ground beneath his feet exploded, causing dozens of cracks that were several feet long. He bent down slightly, and then rushed out like a lion attacking a rabbit. A black light suddenly appeared on his right fist, letting him be illuminated by silver light.
The long night fell into the gloomy darkness again, and collided head-on with the unparalleled silver-white sword light.
It was majestic and hundreds of feet long. With a violent roar that resounded through the sky, the entire space seemed to be shaking violently. The air seemed to be drained out at this moment. The huge air wave was violently pushed in the direction of the two people, sending sand and rocks flying.
, the leaves danced wildly, and dozens of people in the surrounding area were affected by this terrifying collision. Many people were knocked over more than ten feet away by the air wave before their energy shields could even be condensed, and they vomited blood and fainted.
Yan Ting's feet were sunk deep into the ground and remained motionless. Cheng Yan's tiger's mouth was shattered, and the bones of his arms were shattered inch by inch. The long knife flew out of his hands. He was thrown backwards like a dead dog, breaking three trees in a row.
He fell to the ground violently behind the tree, his whole body was severely injured and stained with blood, it was too horrible to see.
Yan Ting lowered his head with a sneer on his face, and a line of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. His right arm could not help shaking, and he was breathing heavily. Although his breath was still stable, his internal organs were already damaged.
Wiping away the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Yan Ting stepped off the ground again, took out a Yuan-Zeng Dan from the space ring and drank it.
Cheng Yan was indeed very strong, and with that Yuanluo-level weapon, he could be injured in a head-on confrontation. The power of ice contained in the sword's light had eroded his internal organs. If Emperor Bodhi hadn't circulated in his body to dispel the cold air, he would have been injured.
I'm afraid he will die because his internal organs will freeze.
But Cheng Yan doesn't seem to have such good luck. He has more than enough attacks but not enough defense. His physical defense is far away.
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He is not as good as Yan Ting. Unless he can crush the opponent with absolute attack in a head-on confrontation, once a stalemate occurs, he will definitely be the first to be unable to hold on.
The power of this collision was no less powerful than the battle between him and Mo Xuanzhang. In the case where the attacks were almost the same, whoever could withstand it would have the upper hand.
However, after dealing with Cheng Yan, he seemed to be surrounded again.
The servants who were knocked down stood up again. They were not injured in the first place and were in the best condition at this moment.
"Ahhh——" Yan Ting roared angrily, and rushed forward, sweeping up a storm of vitality with his palms and blasting towards a ninth-level Tianyuan.
Gu Yan, who was hiding behind the tree, held his head and lay on the ground timidly. After the terrifying collision was over, he timidly raised his head, only to see Yan Ting alone and surrounded by dozens of people.
, the countless Yuan Qi clashes frightened him to death. He was only a second-level Tian Yuan. He grew up under the care of his family. He had never seen a battle of this level.
In his sight, Yan Ting seemed to be an undefeated god of death, defeating those who besieged him one after another with just his fists. With one punch, the nose of an eighth-level Tianyuan collapsed and three teeth were broken. With one kick, a ninth-level Tianyuan
His neck was broken and he fell to the ground unable to raise his head.
He hid behind a tree and watched the battle with fear. In addition to fear and timidity, there was also a hint of envy and a trace of yearning in his eyes. He wished he could be as powerful as Yan Ting, even if he was only half as good as Yan Ting.
That’s fine too.
Yan Ting punched an eighth-level Tian Yuan on the head. He immediately sensed the crisis behind him. Just as he was about to punch back, a biting chill from an ice pick suddenly came from his chest. His face suddenly changed. It was this moment of stasis. Behind him,
The ninth-level Tianyuan struck out with all his strength and struck Yan Ting's back with a palm. Yan Ting's blood spurted out and he flew out, breaking an ancient tree.
Yan Ting stood up with difficulty, but before he could stand firm, another ninth-level Tianyuan kicked him in the face. Yan Ting felt as if his mind was hit by a heavy hammer. He was thrown out again and flipped on the ground seven times in a row.
It stopped after eight laps.
Seven terrifying rays of vitality fell from the sky at the same time. Yan Ting could no longer care about his injuries. He sat half-sitting on the ground and pushed out with his palms, opening a vitality shield. The seven strands of vitality hit the shield. Yan Ting was shocked and his body was suffering.
After this huge impact, it bounced up instantly and hit far behind, leaving a trace of more than 20 feet on the ground.
At this moment, Yan Ting's shirt was almost completely torn. After taking a few deep breaths, he spat out the blood in his mouth, and then stood up again.
"What kind of monster is this? How can it still stand up?" Yan Ting's actions made all the late-stage Tianyuan tremble. They fought hard with Cheng Yan, received a blow on the back, and was shot in the head by the ninth-level Tianyuan.
Seven ninth-level Tianyuan bombarded him together, and he was still able to stand up.
"Impossible, he's not dead yet, not dead..."
"Stop talking nonsense, you three take the young master and leave first. We will kill him together and avenge the young master."
Yan Ting smiled helplessly. This kind of injury was nothing compared to the injuries he suffered on the Wind and Cloud Platform. That time, he was really half a step away from entering the gate of hell. If Qin Feiling hadn't arrived in time, he would have died.
Undoubtedly. Today I just received a few slaps and a few kicks, and I just wanted him to die. How could it be so easy!
However, the feeling at this moment is the same as the feeling on the stage at that time. A person cannot retreat or move forward. He always feels that he can do it, but the ability he shows tells himself that he is still a little bit behind. This is the point, maybe
Causing oneself to fall into a desperate situation.
To put it in the simplest words, it is difficult to support a tree alone!
I don’t know when I will be able to change my perspective with the other person and stop being a single tree?