"The speed is really very fast, it's just this power, it's just a little bit light."
In the spiritual world of green grass and blooming flowers, the man stood quietly on the lawn, looking at Ye Nianhan, who was flashing in a huge group of moving wooden piles across the stream, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.
A quarter of an hour later, Ye Nianhan finally broke out of the moving wooden pile and came to the stream, looking at the man across the stream that was only a few meters wide.
She saluted: "Senior."
The man nodded: "Yes, the speed at which you passed was unrivaled in my time."
As he spoke, he showed dissatisfaction again: "Even with this strength, it is still a bit weak."
Ye Nianhan said respectfully: "Senior, please give me some advice."
The man asked: "Do you usually train your speed?"
Ye Nianhan shook his head, "I have never trained. The teacher said that my speed is already fast enough and I need to pay more attention to improving my strength."
The man looked surprised: "So, are you born with such speed?"
Ye Nianhan nodded.
The man smiled and said: "Yes. Your teacher's idea is good, but it is not suitable for you. Since you have strengths, why not develop them? As for strength, you don't necessarily need to deliberately improve it. In this world, the ultimate move to temporarily increase strength can be
Always a lot."
Ye Nianhan was stunned. She had never thought about this.
If you don't have enough strength, just practice more. When the teacher said this, she naturally listened to it and never thought of practicing some similar magic to make up for this shortcoming.
After all, such a temporary increase in power often has certain sequelae.
The man said: "You are lucky today. I see that you two girls have eyes for each other, so I will give you another chance."
"Opportunity for actual combat."
The man raised his hand, flicked his sleeves, and a flash of spiritual light entered Ye Nianhan's mind, and an incomplete skill called "Thought of Death" poured directly into the depths of her memory.
"You only have one chance to use it. If you use it properly, you will get my inheritance."
"Go!"
The beautiful scenery dissipated like clouds and mist, and Ye Nianhan opened his eyes.
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In the tomb passage, the lighting crystal illuminated the surrounding area thoroughly, three figures intertwined, the sound of the collision of weapons, and the roar of spiritual power were endless.
The Jiujun Sword fell from the sky, the blue sword light flickered, and the overwhelming power fell towards Zhang Feng's head. Zhang Feng dodged and quickly moved to the left.
And the moment after he dodged, a spear filled with cyan spiritual power suddenly stabbed her.
Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed, and Xiao Lingyuan's whole body suddenly softened. He decisively let go of his hand, and the spear continued to thrust out due to inertia.
Ding!
Zhang Feng knocked away the weak spear with a knife and kicked Xiao Lingyuan.
Boom!
His foot kicked Nangong Yao's Jiujun Sword.
With a powerful punch, Nangong Yao hit him with a backhand punch.
The sword flashed, and Nangong Yao's fist hit Zhang Feng's scimitar. The spiritual power collided, and Zhang Feng's blade cut through his defense, leaving a trail of blood.
Nangong Yao quickly retreated with Xiao Lingyuan.
After exiting the range covered by Zhang Feng's technique, Xiao Lingyuan's body recovered instantly. She sucked her palm and the spear automatically flew back into her hand.
Nangong Yao lowered his head and glanced at the scar on his right fist. The flesh and blood on it was torn, and the bone was deeply visible.
Zhang Feng looked at Nangong Yao with a sneer and said: "Nangong Yao, do you think that just the two of you are my opponent?"
"The gap in realm cannot be broken by just relying on brute force!"
His figure disappeared in a flash, and the sword light fell like raindrops, dense and fierce.
"Back off!"
Regardless of his injuries, Nangong Yao held his sword in front of Xiao Lingyuan, his fingers trembling slightly.
The sword light struck, and the heavy power fell on the Jiujun Sword, and then was transmitted to Nangong Yao's hand, causing the tiger's mouth to crack.
He still underestimated Zhang Feng too much. He could reach the ninth level of heaven at such an age, which is comparable to an innate spirit body. How could he really be a fool who only wants to sleep with women?
Enduring the pain, Nangong Yao swung his heavy sword and shook Zhang Feng away. He retreated and the azure aura flowing around him faded by half.
Although the Chongjun Heart Sutra can strengthen his strength, if he can't get a good deal for a long time, it will only increase the consumption of his spiritual power.
Zhang Feng has been domineering in Tianluo County for so many years, bullying countless men and dominating women. During this period, he suffered countless attacks. In order to wash away the shame and avenge him, some people wanted to kill him at the cost of their lives. Thanks to those people, he has quite a wealth of combat experience.
Nangong Yao is still too young to rely on the cooperation of a sixth-level woman to deal with him.
Xiao Lingyuan looked at the injured Nangong Yao and said worriedly: "What should I do?"
She is not worried about Nangong Yao's injury because she still has the Restoring Pill, but the problem now is that together, they are still no match for Zhang Feng.
This cannot be blamed on Nangong Yao. After all, there is a two-level difference between them, and he can only serve as a disruptor in this battle, and the help he can do is really limited.
Nangong Yao gritted his teeth: "If you can't, you run away first, and I'll hold him back."
"How about that? What will you do if I run away?"
Xiao Lingyuan cannot betray his teammates.
"I'm thick-skinned and will be fine for a while. As long as you run away, I will find an opportunity to escape."
"Come on, I don't believe you." Xiao Lingyuan's eyes were filled with coldness, "Only one person can die today, and that's the bastard opposite."
She took out the wooden sign presented by Feng Weiyan and crushed it. At the same time, she took out a similar wooden sign and crushed it again.
The former is contacting the surrounding Fengyun County students, and the latter is contacting Yun Xi and other friends.
They asked Qin Susheng to make this wooden sign for use within Yunxi's forces to ask for help.
It's not that Yun Xi can't trust students from other colleges, but no one can guarantee that in the face of an attractive opportunity, he will be willing to give up the opportunity and rush to support a student from the same city who is not related to him.
"Hold on. Wait for someone."
She said in a message.
Nangong Yao nodded helplessly: "Okay."
Xiao Lingyuan's movements were not small, Zhang Feng could naturally see them, and he smiled proudly: "Why, you know you can't beat me, so you start calling for others?"
"Great, I'm looking forward to Yun Xi coming over!"
As he spoke, he also took out a wooden sign and slowly crushed it.
He is proud, but not arrogant. Since the other party has swayed him, he will naturally not wait for reinforcements from the other party.
After both sides called people at the same time, their eyes met again in mid-air.
Nangong Yao stuffed a healing pill into his mouth, held the sword in both hands, and rushed out again with a "bang" sound.
Boom! Ding! Bang!
Fighting in close combat, various sounds echoed in the tomb passage, Nangong Yao and Zhang Feng fought again.
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Stone Chamber.
Li Zixiao's new clothes were torn again. Beside her, sixteen terracotta warriors and horses were lying on the ground. The crossbows on the walls on both sides were also chopped down by her sword. The last two terracotta warriors and horses standing in front of her now.<
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The spiritual aura emanating from them is at the ninth level of heaven.
He is one level higher than her, but she has no fear at all.
The cold air dispersed in the stone chamber, and ice flowers bloomed. The Ice Xuan Sword in Li Zixiao's hand was scattering extremely sharp cold light.
She stepped lightly on her lotus steps, and moved forward lightly. The Ice Xuan Sword thrust out, the sword energy was fierce.
Boom!
She single-handedly faced two terracotta warriors and horses of the ninth level.
These terracotta warriors and horses are not real people and cannot use martial arts and spiritual skills. For Li Zixiao, such a dummy with no strength is easier to deal with than some eighth-level spiritual cultivators.
She dodged the attack of the two terracotta warriors and horses, and every time her sword came out, it was aimed at their vital points. After many previous battles, she had completely figured out the weaknesses of these terracotta warriors and horses.
Not the heart, not the neck, but also the wrists and ankles.
With the sharpness of the Ice Xuan Sword, how could the terracotta warriors and horses that have been decaying for thousands of years be able to withstand it?
Several rays of sword light flashed, the sword energy was horizontal and vertical, and the two long spears flew up and fell with gloves on. At this point, Li Zixiao successfully eliminated the last two terracotta warriors and horses.
All eighteen terracotta warriors and horses fell to the ground. Li Zixiao stepped onto the stone steps, came to the sarcophagus above, and stopped.
After hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand and prepared to push open the coffin board of the sarcophagus.
Suddenly, her movements stopped and she felt something in her heart. She took out a wooden sign. This was not the wooden sign given to them by Feng Weiyan, but given to her by Yun Xi.
The wooden sign of the internal connections between Yunxi forces.
The wooden sign is flashing red light at the moment.
They are in danger!
Li Zixiao's expression suddenly changed. He glanced at the sarcophagus in front of him without any nostalgia, turned around and ran towards the door of the stone chamber.
The stone door opened, and Li Zixiao's figure stepped into the darkness.
"Hey? Why did you leave?"
After Li Zixiao left, the sarcophagus opened a small gap, and a soul floated out of the sarcophagus, looking at the door of the stone chamber with a confused expression.
"This... what is this? It's so hard to wait for a good seedling! Why did you run away!"
After a while, he shook his head helplessly: "That's all, because you value love and justice so much, let me help you."
At this moment, in the tomb passage outside the stone room, a formation was quietly operating.
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Ruins of broken walls and wasteland ruins.
Ying Nianling still kept "sit obediently" and observed what dangers those pathfinders encountered, when the wooden sign on her waist suddenly flashed red.
Her invisibility was shattered instantly, and her aura was exposed.
The casual cultivators and students who were approaching the depths of the ruins suddenly found a petite figure in black robes in front of them. They immediately became vigilant. They took a few steps back and stared closely at the man whose face could not be seen clearly.
Ying Nian Ling's invisible talisman disappeared, and she didn't care at all. Instead, she looked at the wooden sign with red light, recalled what Yun Xi had said, and then got up and walked into the distance.
As she walked, her fingers danced and the talisman formed, guiding her on the way forward.
The casual cultivators and students around them saw Ying Nian Ling's face clearly after she stood up. They opened their mouths in shock, not expecting to meet Ying Nian Ling in this place.
In addition to shock and surprise, they were more vigilant, because everyone knew how powerful Ying Nian Ling was, and they had to beware of this little girl stealing opportunities from them.
However, they soon realized that they and others were overthinking it, because Ying Nianling did not go towards the depths of the ruins at all, but ran towards the periphery of the ruins.
Yes, he was running, as if he was chasing something, running extremely eagerly.
Everyone looked at each other, but had no intention of following.
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It’s still the tomb passage, and there are still three figures.
Xiao Lingyuan fell limply to the ground, and Nangong Yao barely stood up with his sword in hand, panting for air.
There was blood overflowing from his mouth, his body was full of knife marks, and his whole body was dyed red with blood. His breath was also a little sluggish.
In front, Zhang Feng held two scimitars in his hands and gently licked the corners of his mouth: "What? This won't work? I thought how long you could last!"
He curled his lips, appeared in front of Nangong Yao in a flash, and stabbed hard with the scimitar.
Phew! A ray of sword light struck from afar at great speed, heading straight for Zhang Feng's heart. The dangerous instinct of a spiritual cultivator reminded him, and he immediately retracted his scimitar and blocked it in front of him.
Ding!
With a crisp ding, Zhang Feng stepped back.
When the figure stopped, he raised his head and looked forward.
Ye Nianhan holds two swords in his hands, his beautiful eyes are calm.
"Nianhan, be careful with him, he's weird!"
Xiao Lingyuan, who came back from a state of weakness again, got up tiredly, leaned against the wall and reminded.
Zhang Feng's skills are so weird and hard to guard against. After she was tortured dozens of times, her mental exhaustion has made her somewhat powerless.
Ye Nianhan nodded, turned to look at the seriously injured Nangong Yao, and said softly: "Welcome back."
Nangong Yao smiled bitterly: "Yeah. I'm back, but I'm a little embarrassed."
Ye Nianhan did not comment, but reminded: "At this time, there is no need to save pills."
Each of them has one Restoring Pill, and only one. Because they know how magical and powerful this pill is, they are not willing to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
But now is the time of last resort.
Now that Ye Nianhan is here, Nangong Yao no longer needs to keep it. He took out a small jade bottle, poured out the Restoring Pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The elixir melted in his mouth, and magical energy flowed into his limbs and bones. The injuries inside and outside his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After just a few breaths, the wounds on his body disappeared without a trace.
Nangong Yao took out another Extreme Ice Snow Lotus and inhaled it in one gulp. Immediately, strong spiritual power surged out of the spiritual veins that had been consumed a lot, and his spiritual power returned to its peak.
In just a short moment, Nangong Yao's condition has completely recovered, even better than when he first arrived at the ruins.
Zhang Feng looked at the scene in front of him and his eyes widened in surprise. He could recognize Jibing Snow Lotus, but this was the first time he had seen that pill.
He has seen a lot of healing medicines, but this is the first time he has seen such a highly effective elixir.
He was salivating.
"Nangong Yao, tell me where you got this elixir and how you got it. I can let you go today."
Nangong Yao glanced at Zhang Feng disdainfully: "Want to know? Kneel down and call me daddy."
Zhang Feng's eyes turned cold, and he turned his hands. The two scimitars reflected the light of the crystal, with a hint of coldness.
He grinded his teeth, licked his lips and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if I kill you, I can still get information about the elixir from these two women."
The cold light flickers, and the battle bell rings again.