Chapter 124 Smash and Fly

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With a shocking shout, a dark shadow came to the Nangong on the roof with lightning speed. Nangong San had already sensed that someone was approaching. Originally, he only thought that it was Murong Chui's hand that came to save him, but he didn't pay attention to it. At most, Murong Chui's men were Yijinjing's cultivation. It was simply impossible to hurt him, a martial artist in the marrow-washing realm.

Just as he was about to solve Murong Chui first and then turned back to deal with it, he suddenly saw a mysterious smile in Murong Chui's eyes. Nangong San was stunned. Is there any powerful ambush in Murong Chui? It's impossible. This must be Murong Chui's suspicious plan to attract my attention and then escape or take the opportunity to sneak up on me.

"Humph - Murong Chui, your trick to deal with me is really a trick!"

Nangong San thought that he had seen through Murong Chui's tricks. The long sword turned into a shocking rainbow, and the sword wind swept towards Murong Chui like a huge wave. Even if there is a wild dragon and tiger behind you, you should subdue Murong Chui first.

In fact, Nangong San himself is an extremely cautious person. Since he can be so relieved about the attack behind him, it is because he has already felt that the strength behind him is just a high level of Yijinjing. Even if he stands still, it will not cause much damage.

Of course, it is impossible for me to be beaten in place, so there is nothing to worry about. After squatting Murong Chui at the speed of washing the marrow, there is enough time to go back and deal with it.

As long as Murong Chui is captured, all the resistance will immediately collapse, and all the enemies will be captured. Nangong San can cultivate to wash the marrow. I don't know how many life-and-death fights, and naturally understand the truth of thieves to capture the king first.

The speed of the marrow-washing martial arts is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Nangong San and Murong are only two or three feet away. In the rumbling of the sword wind, it is less than a tenth of a moment. The tip of the sword has reached Murong Chui's eyes. As long as there is another 60th of a moment, Murong Chui will be hit by Nangong San's blood-red sword and completely lost. The power of resistance.

However, there was not one-sixth of a moment. The long sword of Nangong San was still five inches away from Murong Chui. The strong wind behind him suddenly accelerated a hundred times. In a hundred percent of an instant, it had come to less than a foot behind Nangong San.

A flick is sixty moments, and you can imagine how long a moment is, but the battle between Nangong San and others is carried out in less than an instant. Only the parties concerned can feel the feelings inside. Other people can't even see their movements clearly, and can only see the final result.

But who knows the result they saw in the blink of an eye, what kind of thrilling struggle and competition behind it was seen by outsiders, and how many accidents and changes will occur in the middle, affecting the emergence of the final result.

In Nangong San's view, the final result should be that he stabbed Murong Chui with a sword, making Murong Chui lose his resistance, and then use Murong Chui to coerce the people who are still resisting and directly control the situation at the scene.

But just before the sixtyth of the result he thought in his heart was about to be achieved, an accident made the final result completely different from what he imagined, and the final result would fall into a mysterious situation again.

Although Nangong San is staring at Murong Chui, his ears have been listening to any sound around him. Just as there is only one-sixth of the time left before the overall situation, the strong wind behind him suddenly changed completely. In a hundredth of an instant, the momentum suddenly changed from a level of tendon level to the strength and speed of marrow washing.

Ah-

Nangong San let out a roar. He didn't care much about the attack at the level of Yijinjing, but he didn't dare to support the attack behind the level of marrow washing. The attack effect of marrow washing and Yijinjing is very different. If he still insists on restraining Murong Chui, I'm afraid the latter attack can't be avoided.

In less than a thousand moments, Nangong turned sixteen thoughts in his mind, measuring the pros and cons of various decisions. Finally, reason told him that he must immediately give up this capture of Murong Chui and quickly turn around to meet the enemy, otherwise there will be big trouble.

Nangong San is worthy of being a marrow-washing martial artist. He is also known as the hero of the previous generation. He is extremely decisive and abnormal. Once he decides, he will do it immediately. In a very short time, his body has changed from the momentum of rushing forward to the trend of crossing. The red sword that originally hit Murong Chui made a sound of thunder in the air, and the sword light suddenly fell faster than the sound. Turn back.

With a loud noise, the tip of the red sword was picked on a huge black mace. The huge impact shook Nangong San's body upside down. The blood-red sword in his hand trembled like a crazy snake, and the sword couldn't help making a crying sound.

"Ah! What kind of person--" Nangong San felt that his arm was sore and itchy. He was so surprised that he almost shouted out. The force of this blow was close to 10,000 pounds, and even he couldn't take it, and he was shocked and flew out.

The black and heavy mace also flew backwards in this collision. It slid through a dark arc in the air and fell into the hands of a young man in blue. The teenager was rushing into the air and reached out to receive the wolf's tooth stick. He was shocked by the anti-shocking force on the wolf's tooth stick and retreated three steps out of thin air. He immediately stabilized his body and continued to move towards the cang. The roof of the Chamber of Commerce Hall flew over.

Yuqi flew, and there was no doubt about the cultivation of washing the marrow. A trace of fine light flashed in Murong's eyes, and his face showed excitement. He shouted, "Ding Yang! Don't give Nangong three breaths to end the battle as fast as possible.

Ding Yang knows the meaning of Murong Chui's words to remind himself not to forget the time limit for the cultivation of marrow washing. He must control the situation in the shortest time, otherwise the situation will be completely reversed.

Just now, Nangong Sanjian pointed to Murong Chui. Ding Yang was still five feet away from them. He didn't have time to get there. In a hurry, he threw out the 300 catties of mace in his hand as a hidden weapon. Ding Yang's marrow-washing Zhenqi on the maus stick, coupled with its own horrible weight, after a five-foot-long acceleration distance, not only was the speed several times faster than the sound. When it reached the back of Nangong San, the force carried had reached a terrible 10,000 catties, even Nangong San could not resist it and was shocked to fly backwards.

"Kid, who are you?" Nangong San looked at Ding Yang with a shocked look on his face. He really couldn't believe that it was a teenage teenager who sent out a blow.

"The person who kills you." Time was tight, and Ding Yang did not dare to delay a little. There was no time to gossip with Nangong San. After a break, he stepped out in the air and directly showed the eight heavenly steps. One step, two steps, three steps, each step is extremely mysterious, drawing a mysterious and mysterious track in mid-air.

With the fourth step of the eight steps of Tianlong, Ding Yang's momentum has condensed to the peak. The true qi in his body is like a storm hitting the mountain wall. If it is not released, the mountain wall will be washed down and smashed.

- Ding Yang let out a thunderous roar in his mouth. The mace in his hand was shaken out hundreds of black stick shadows in the air like a long gun. The shadow of the stick flashed and condensed into a huge and unsightly mace stick. It roared like a cliff collapsed, and hit the head of Nangong.

Nangong San's face was unusually ugly. He already felt that Ding Yang's stick was very powerful, which was more than the one that flew out of the air just now. He was really not sure to take this stick. When did such a horrible teenager appear? Is he a legendary disciple of the hidden world? Otherwise, how could he have such a horrible cultivation at this age?

Without waiting for Nangong San to think about it, the stick on the top of the giant mountain had arrived in front of him. Nangong San's face suddenly turned golden. Like the golden clothes he was wearing on his body, two blood-red lights shot out of his eyes, and the two colors of golden yellow and blood and red were put together, which was indescribably amazing and strange.

Nangong San let out a earth-shaking roar. The blood-red sword turned into a long dragon in the air, and even converging all the sword lights into the body of the sword. A long sword in his hand was like holding a green mountain, facing Ding Yang's mace heavily.

Boom——

One black and one red blades collided with each other without fancy. No one knew how powerful the collision was. They only saw sound waves visible to the naked eye in the air. The clever people quickly covered their ears and opened their mouths to wait for the arrival of the sound waves. There are also some people who react a little slowly and don't know what's going on. Looking at the person who covered their ears, they can't help laughing.

The laughter was endless, and I felt a bang in my ears, as if there was a musical instrument shop, such as gongs, bowls, bells, leather drums, flutes and flutes, pipa Yaoqin, and suona erhu, all sounded in the depths of my ears. Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and there was blood in his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. I don't know if there will be a chance to hear the sound in the future.

Even the people covering their ears also felt a muffled sound coming, bursts of churning in their chests, buzzing in their ears, and no sound could be heard for a while.

Everyone's hearts suddenly caused an uproar. The confrontation between the two marrow washing realms was so powerful, but the sound of the blade collision was so destructive. If it was a head-on encounter, what's the difference between an ant and an elephant?

Nangong San felt that his long sword seemed to be cut on a moving mountain. A mountain force came along the sword body, which was also mixed with a powerful true spirit. Nangong San shouted, and a blood spewed out of his mouth, and his body flew out like a broken kite.

Ding Yang's blow with the help of the increase of four steps in the Tianlong eight steps, coupled with the weight of the mace stick, the strength reached almost 15,000 catties, and the fierceness of the true spirit is also greatly strengthened. Even the middle-level warrior in the marrow washing realm will retreat. Nangong San also It's just the level of 20% of marrow washing, and there is still a long distance from the middle level. It is also expected that it is blown upside down by a stick.

However, Ding Yang looked down at the mace and took a breath of cold air. He saw that more than a dozen spikes at the upper end of the mace were cut off, and there was a crack in the body of the stick that could be more than a foot deep, almost breaking.

Ding Yang's eyes lit up. Although this mace is not made of black iron, it is also made of refined steel. The thickest stick is one foot and two inches. Unexpectedly, it was cut out of a foot-deep crack by Nangong Sanyi Sword. In addition to the cultivation of Nangong Sanshu, the blood-red sword must also play a great role.

Ding Yang's eyes suddenly lit up. What he lacked most now was a long sword. It turned out that the epee he used was Fan Tie, which was destroyed by the bloody lion and Sun Changying in the secret world of Xuantian. Later, a sharp dagger was found at the bottom of the cliff. As a result, he was chased and killed by Sun Noer and lost in the river.

Ding Yang's eyes glowed and roared, soaring into the air to chase Nangong San, but this time the purpose was the sword in Nangong San's hand.