It is not an exaggeration to describe the current area as littered with corpses. More than a thousand corpses are scattered in the desert, and few are complete. Their blood is soaked in the sand and dust, dyeing the desert red.
, at a glance, large areas of blood-red dotted the desert, which was shocking.
Yan Ting mentioned Duan Ya again and slowly walked towards the last four people of Cang Lang.
"What kind of monster is this?" Mangtian's chest was rising and falling, his eyes were bulging, and his eyes were full of horror.
"He just suffered an attack from the four of us. He should have been seriously injured. Why is it that he is fine now?" Cang You gritted his teeth and his voice trembled.
The army of a thousand people is a luxurious lineup that Canglang has never dispatched. It has more than a hundred Tianyuan realms and eight Yuanluo realms. Canglang has almost exhausted all his resources, just to encircle and suppress a young man who is less than 18 years old. But now,
This unprecedented power in the Qidu Desert was completely defeated in front of this young man. Only four of the more than a thousand people survived.
For the four of them, this was not only a crushing blow in terms of strength, but also psychological damage from Yan Ting to the point of almost collapse. Mang Tian, who was originally expected to fight Yan Ting to the death, his fighting spirit dropped greatly at this moment, and he was already frightened in his heart.
occupied.
"Brother!" Cang You shouted, pulling Mang Tian back from his daze: "Let's fight out together, otherwise, we will all die."
Only then did Mang Tian realize that Yan Ting was no longer ten feet away from them.
As if he mustered up all his courage, he took up the majestic vitality in his palms. He clenched the long knife in his hand and roared: "Kill!"
Mang Tian was the first to rush out, followed by three people, one third-level Yuan Luo, one second-level Yuan Luo, and two first-level Yuan Luo. This lineup could sweep thousands of armies even in the Qidu Desert. At this moment, they were facing
The previous young man had no confidence, but despite this, they still fought to the death, simply because there was no way out.
Yan Ting had a gloomy face and whispered: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
The next moment, Duan Ya swung out, turning the sky with waves and sweeping up a tyrannical storm, which hit the four people in Mangtian.
Mangtian's long sword slashed out, splitting the tyrannical storm from the middle, turning into two gusts of wind that pushed towards both sides. His eyes condensed, and Yan Ting jumped several feet high, holding hands tightly.
He grabbed Duan Ya and struck his head in the air.
clang!
Duan Ya and the long knife struck each other, and the two faced each other. Under Yan Ting's strong pressure, Mang Tian's legs slightly bent, his arms trembled wildly, and the energy all over his body surged out like a flood, just to block it.
Understand the power of Yan Ting's sword.
Behind Mang Tian, Cang You came up with a gilded stick and swiped it at Yan Ting's head. Yan Ting's eyes squinted and he rolled back with all his strength to avoid Cang You's overbearing stick. The two of them moved forward and backward.
, sandwiching Yan Ting in the middle, the sound of weapons clashing was mixed with the force of the wind, whistling in the desert wind.
The four of them worked together to besiege Yan Ting, and it was immediately obvious who had the upper hand. However, Yan Ting was able to fight against four enemies with ease. His combat experience was still superior to theirs. His strength, reaction, speed, and defense were all superior to the others. Just because of the four of them.
They worked together to besiege and couldn't separate their hands and feet for the time being. If he found the opportunity to kill the two weaker ones first, then there would be no suspense in this battle.
Obviously, the four of them also knew that they could never lose any more people, so Mangtian and Cangyou were always the main attackers, while Chen Yue and another person assisted in the attack, and from time to time gave Yan Ting a blow during the stalemate.
If the attack fails, retreat immediately to avoid being directly killed by Yan Ting.
Yan Ting's power has far exceeded that of ordinary Yuan Luo, and it is not difficult to kill them instantly.
"Yanting, listen..." Yuan Xinyan's voice suddenly sounded: "You must kill these four people as soon as possible. Your body's load has almost reached its limit. It is only because Di Bodhi maintains your body functions that you can
You haven’t fallen down, but as time goes by, you will definitely lose, so don’t delay any longer, you know?”
Yan Ting withstood the attacks of Mang Tian and Cang You at the same time, and his mind went blank for a moment. He understood what Yuan Xinyan meant.
A person in the Tianyuan realm who can fight to such an extent may not be able to find one in this world, but after all, he is not Yuan Luo. Although his strength, vitality and physical limits are stronger than those of ordinary Yuan Luo realm, there is an upper limit after all. Up to now, there is no limit.
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Already.
With one strike of the sword, Yan Ting repelled the attacks of the two men. Yan Ting stepped back several feet, and the power of the blue sword gathered on Duanya. After two months of understanding, Yan Ting also touched a hint of the meaning. Although it was not yet mature, it was powerful.
It must also be stronger than the most basic sword light and moves.
"Crushing the sky!" Yan Ting roared, and the huge blade gathered a shadow of tens of feet and swung it down vertically. The momentum was like a breath swallowing thousands of miles, sweeping up a hundred feet of wild sand and blasting towards Mangtian and Cangyou.
The two of them stared at each other. It was not easy for them to withstand this majestic sword. Without absolute certainty, they could not allow themselves to make any more mistakes. The two of them swept away more than ten people on both sides.
Zhang, a deep ravine nearly a hundred feet long was suddenly cut open in the middle by that knife.
Yan Ting staggered the two of them and rushed towards Chen Yue at high speed. Chen Yue's face was pale and he shot up to the sky dozens of feet in one step. However, Yan Ting suddenly turned around and rushed towards the other person. He threw the end of his hand violently and smashed it into the sky.
That Yuan Luo.
That Yuan Luo was so frightened that his heart trembled, and his body subconsciously moved to the side to avoid the killing blow. Duan Ya cut through the void and passed less than two feet away from the side of this Yuan Luo. At this moment when Yuan Luo was rejoicing,
, Yan Ting had already arrived in front of him, aimed at his face and punched him.
With one punch, his nose was distorted, his facial features were deformed, and his front teeth were broken.
Yan Ting kicked Yuan Luo in the chest, knocking him to the ground, and then punched him in the face one after another.
"Hou Yuan!" Mangtian shouted, rushed from behind Yan Ting, jumped up high, and struck down with his sword.
Yan Ting tilted his head slightly, leaned forward, and rolled to avoid this area. Mang Tian's fierce knife did not hit Yan Ting, but instead chopped Hou Yuan, who was lying on the ground, into two pieces.
Looking at Hou Yuan who was beyond recognition and cut in half by his mistake, Mang Tian held his breath in his chest and was furious. But Yan Ting had already picked up Duan Ya again and slashed at him with a horizontal knife.
Mang Tian quickly raised his hand, and the long knife blocked the blow with difficulty, which made his arms tremble wildly. His eyes moved to the center of the long knife, where a crack was clearly cut by Duan Ya.
Yan Ting slashed at the long knife continuously, and suddenly a beam of vitality energy fell from the sky, hitting Yan Ting's back impartially. Yan Ting was blown away more than ten feet by this force, rolled to the ground, and quickly stood up again.
Tirelessly rushing towards the sky again.
Chen Yue, who was high up in the sky, looked happy when he saw that he had succeeded in the sneak attack. He clasped his hands together and gathered his energy to attack Yan Ting again.
At the same time, Cang You also rushed towards Yan Ting from the side. The battle did not seem to have reached a deadlock because of Hou Yuan's death.
Yan Ting's face was ferocious, his physical condition was on the verge of collapse, and if he wanted to fight quickly, he would have to expose his flaws and lure the opponent to take the bait.
Yan Ting slashed at Mang Tian's long sword, and the long sword broke instantly. After more than a dozen previous chops, Mang Tian's long sword was severely damaged and could no longer withstand Yan Ting's attack. It broke.
Duan Ya blasted towards Mang Tian's face. Mang Tian also kept an eye on it. After seeing his sword being injured, he guessed that he would not be able to withstand Yan Ting's repeated attacks. He immediately shifted his body and Duan Ya did not blast.
It hit him in the head, but sharply chopped off his shoulder, cutting off his left arm.
"Ahhhhh——" Mangtian screamed in agony and backed away repeatedly.
Yan Ting saw the opportunity and punched Mangtian in the face, sending Mangtian flying away.
Cang You's gilded stick hit Yan Ting's back. Yan Ting groaned and blood spurted out, but he hit the ground in front of him with his knife and did not fly out due to the huge impact. Yan Ting quickly hit him with a backhand punch.
On Cang You's face, Cang You obviously did not expect that Yan Ting would use this move. Although Yan Ting and Mang Tian were too close and he was afraid of accidentally hurting Mang Tian, so he did not use all his strength, but the force of this stick was at least strong.
Yan Ting was actually able to carry more than 10,000 kilograms.
After being hit in the cheek by a punch, half of Cangyou's face was red and swollen, cracking directly, and he took several steps back. Yan Ting threw Duan Ya in his hand, Cang You's face condensed, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid it, but Yan Ting took the opportunity to fly away.
He rushed forward, grabbed Cang You's gilded stick with one hand, and violently struck him in the face with the other hand.
Cang You, who was stunned by the punch, was hit several times in succession, and his face was completely deformed. Yan Ting resisted Chen Yue's aerial sneak attack from behind. He gritted his teeth and punched Cang You in the face one after another.
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Several people had gone through a bloody battle, and it was impossible for them all to be in perfect condition. The same was true for Cang You. After a few punches, he was already unconscious, and his grip on the gilded stick was completely loosened at this time. Yan Ting's will has always been different from that of
Like an ordinary person, he suddenly grabbed the gilt stick and hit Cangyou on the head with the stick. Cangyou's whole body was blown dozens of feet away by the stick, his head cracked and his brain matter splattered out.
The second strongest Cang Lang died in the desert like this.
Yan Ting was half-kneeling on the ground, his consciousness already blurred. His vitality had been hit by Chen Yue's many sneak attacks, causing his body that was already on the verge of collapse to deteriorate again.
"Xiao Yuan, can you protect my heart pulse?" Yan Ting's hoarse voice was squeezed out from his throat. As long as he protected his heart pulse, he could continue to fight regardless of everything. Mang Tian was seriously injured and would definitely die.
As long as he pulls down the one in the sky, he will be the final winner in this battle.
"I'll try my best." Yuan Xinyan didn't say absolute words. In its current state, it would probably take a lot of divine power to cure Yan Ting, not to mention protecting the heart, which is more difficult than healing.
Forcibly locking a person's life, allowing him to squeeze all his strength to fight.
Yan Ting smiled sadly, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the gilt stick in his hand became extremely heavy.
Chen Yue's condition is extremely poor. He is only a first-level Yuan Luo, and it takes a lot of energy to fly in the air. Now, he can no longer stay in the air for long.
Yan Ting didn't care about the one in the sky. He knew very well how much energy Yuan Luo needed to fly. Mo Xuanzhang once told him about this.
He just needs to kill Mangtian as quickly as possible.
Yan Ting threw away the gilded stick, picked up Duan Ya, and walked step by step towards Mang Tian who had lost his arm.
"Chen Yue, he is no longer able to fight anymore, give him the final blow quickly!" Mangtian saw Yan Ting walking towards him, he felt fear and shouted to the sky.
Chen Yue frowned. He saw with his own eyes that Yan Ting was hit in the back by Cang You with a stick. Although he vomited blood, he was able to kill Cang You. This kid must not judge based on common sense.
However, he himself could not hold on much longer. Although he could barely stand in the void, his vitality was rapidly passing away due to maintaining the flying state.
"Come on!" Mang Tian roared.
Yan Ting raised Duan Ya and was about to kill the person in front of him, but a burst of vitality burst out behind him. His head instantly fell back and he spurted blood. Chen Yue hit him in the back with both palms, and vitality poured into his body, destroying him.
of the internal organs.
Yan Ting's mouth opened, but there was a hint of a smile. He grabbed one of Chen Yue's palms with his backhand. Chen Yue's face was stiff, and he was shocked. Yan Ting...can still resist?
"Your attack seems... a bit... weak!" Yan Ting said with a sad smile.
The next moment, he suddenly turned around and Duan Ya hit Chen Yue firmly on the chest.
Chen Yue's ears echoed with Yan Ting's voice. The voice was already extremely weak, like the voice of a dying man whose breath was as thin as a thread. But why was Yan Ting still able to explode with such powerful power?
Duan Ya sank into his chest and blew him away. The knife shattered his sternum and destroyed his vitality.
Yan Ting turned around and looked at the last person among the wolves. Duan Ya fit him perfectly, but now he was holding it in his hand, as heavy as a mountain.
He let go of his hand and dragged his heavy body towards Mangtian.
Yuan Xinyan locked his heart, which was what allowed him to risk his life.
"You led people to surround and kill me, did you ever think that you would end up like this?" Yan Ting sneered and said in an extremely contemptuous tone.
Mangtian covered his broken arm and was shaking. At this moment, he couldn't even say a word in rebuttal.
"Die, in the next life...remember...don't meet me..." Yan Ting's consciousness was hazy. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly to clear his consciousness, grabbed Mangtian's throat, and lifted him up.
After Mangtian struggled in Yan Ting's hands for a moment, there was no more sound.