Chapter 417 Unusable

Ten steps away, the shadow will arrive in an instant!

Because he ran too fast on the weekend, he didn't notice anything wrong when he first pulled Tang Ziyan. However, when the shadow was about to jump in front of him, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Although there is no trace of shadow, the spirit on weekends is much higher than that of ordinary people, and the darkness also has a very strong sense of danger.

"It's not good!" Feeling that he was trapped in the cold and murderous atmosphere like an ice cave, he exclaimed on the weekend. At a critical moment, the first thing he thought of was to protect Tang Ziyan.

Therefore, in a hurry, he let go of Tang Ziyan's hand, then waved his palm and desperately shot at the shadow without a trace.

Because it is a matter of life and death, I used all my strength this palm on the weekend.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the blind cat met a dead mouse on the weekend, and its undistured slap actually hit the shadow.

The next second, the dark shadow appeared. He was a man in a black tuxedo, which was the white swallow tail he met with Li Guanyun the weekend before!

Bai Yanwei originally wanted to sneak up on the weekend. Who would have thought that the palm of the weekend was too powerful, so he had to swing his fist to block it.

The fists were added, and the white swallow's tail immediately appeared.

The dark strength in the body on the weekend has exceeded the scope that Bai Yanwei could imagine.

As a white yanwei, of course, he knows that he practiced nine turns of mourning on the weekend, but he really can't figure out that he can practice such a strong dark energy at the age of the weekend. Not to mention eight turns, even if it is a nine-turn cultivation, it should not have this kind of dark energy.

"How is that possible?" Bai Yanwei's fist is still connected with the palm waved by the weekend, but his face has turned pale and his throat squirm. Obviously, he wants to spit blood, but he is strongly suppressed by him. "Your dark energy can't be so deep..."

"Do you want to know why?" I asked with a cold smile on the weekend.

"Uh-huh!" Bai Yanwei nodded vigorously. Although he had been defeated, he was really curious about how to cultivate such a strong dark energy on the weekend.

"The reason why I have such a strong dark cultivation is because..."

Only half of the weekend said, and the next second, the dark energy resisted by the dark power of the white swallowtail's fist in his palm suddenly turned into an invisible and material state like smoke. This dark force first swallowed up all the dark energy contained in the white swallowtail fist, and then flashed into the body of the white swallowtail.

"Ah..."

Fee the dark power of the weekend hitting his body, and Bai Yanwei exclaimed again.

However, as soon as he spoke, he was dumb, because he found that he suddenly became unable to hear, unable to speak, and unable to move his limbs...

Lively vegetative people!

"North...North...Under..."

The white swallow's tail's throat is squirming and his lips are trembling. People who know the lips must see that he wants to say the word "Bei Ming".

While the lips trembled, the pupils of the white swallow's tail also shrank, which was fear, which cannot be described in words!

After entering the bloodline in the white swallowtail fist, the ray of darkness turned into smoke went straight to the blood and gas around the white swallowtail, and finally reached the Dantian field of the white swallowtail.

That wisp of dark energy is like an invincible heavenly sky. Wherever it passes, it burns, loos and loos, subdues all the dark energy in the body of the white swallowtail, and then turns it into a part of its own body. When it gets the white swallowtail elixir field, the wisp of dark power that was originally only the thickness of nose hair. The palm is so big and shining, like the newly born golden Buddha sword fairy.

The dark power cultivation of the white swallow tail is very profound. The dark energy in Dantian is like a vast ocean river, and the dark energy on weekends is like the incarnation outside the weekend, standing on the top of the huge sea of the huge waves. On weekends, it opens its mouth and swallows like a universe bag absorbing the water of the Yellow River.

Wow! Wow!

The dark power of the weekend is the invincible God of War, the Shuide Xingjun, and the king of Dantian who dominates the white swallowtail.

The dark energy in the form of seawater was drunk in half by the weekend.

The weekend originally planned to absorb all the dark energy of Bai Yanwei Dantian in one breath. In this way, not only can the dark cultivation of the weekend be taken to a higher level, but the strength of Bai Yanwei will also be greatly damaged.

However, when I sucked almost half of the dark energy on the weekend, I began to feel that the blood in my body became violent, like water boiled by a fire, rushing around.

On weekends, you can absorb other people's dark energy into your own use. However, after all, Dantian on weekends is only so big and its veins are only so thick, just like a kettle that can hold one liter of water. If you have to install two or three liters of water, the kettle will naturally be bursting.

Now, this is the feeling on the weekend. He has sucked the dark energy of the white swallow's tail. His Dantian and tendons have reached the limit that can bear the dark power. If he continues to forcibly absorb the dark energy of the white swallow's tail, it will not only be beneficial to himself, but will be harmful. In light, the meridians of Dantian will be damaged, and the blood of the whole body will be violent and broken. Death.

Of course, if the eight turns of the lost soul palm on the weekend is practiced to nine turns, with the improvement of the level of cultivation and the expansion of Dantian's volume, then his Dantian can continue to accommodate more dark energy.

He closed it on the weekend and hurriedly took the palm-sized dark airflow in Bai Yanwei's body into his body.

It looks complicated and is complicated to say, but the weekend is only done in an instant from entering a wisp of dark energy into the body of the white swallowtail to absorb nearly half of the dark energy in the body of the white swallowtail.

When the weekend is done, the poem will come to shape.

Before fighting with the weekend, Shi Fangyuan's force value was originally comparable to that of the weekend Qihu, but because he was too rogue on weekends, he either attacked her chest or kicked her buttocks, or simply pulled Shi Fangyuan's skirt directly by hand.

Shi Fangyuan looks like a very grinding goblin, a beautiful woman who likes to use beauty as a weapon, but in fact, she is also conservative.

Therefore, after using those scoundrels on the weekend, she was defeated and was chased and beaten on the weekend.

The reason why Shi Fangyuan has not appeared until now is that he hid in a place not far away to tidy up his skirt and messy hair.

At this time, the place where she stood was nearly 30 steps away from the weekend.

From the perspective of the weekend, it can be seen that the square skirt of the poem has broken several openings, especially the buttocks, a large opening, and the black lace wrapped in the round buttocks is clearly exposed!

Looking at the square chest of the poem, she was wearing a low-cut dress. The bulge on her chest originally revealed about one-third, but now, there is at least one-half of the exposed place, and even the two pink bumps seem to have loomed.

Such a poem is extremely awkward, and it is no wonder that she stared at the weekend fiercely as soon as she appeared.

"I'm going to kill you on the weekend!" The poem roared wildly.

"If you are not afraid of death, just come here!" On the weekend, he pushed away the white swallow's tail and looked at Shi Fangyuan with very arrogant eyes.

Because the "offering" of Bai Yanwei has just been received, the weekend at this time looks brilliant, which is completely different from the young man who hurriedly pulled Tang Ziyan to escape.

"Hmm?" Shi Fangyuan saw the changes on the weekend, and Liu Mei frowned slightly.

Obviously, with the square vision of poetry, it can naturally be seen that the weekend's cultivation has suddenly been refined a lot.

It's just that Shi Fangyuan really can't figure out how to do it on weekends.

Before that, Shi Fangyuan thought that her strength was comparable to that of the weekend, but now, Shi Fangyuan is very clear that the strength of the weekend is at least two steps higher than her.

How is that possible?

Shi Fangyuan frowned and was full of doubts. Originally, she was going to rush up to kill the weekend. Even if she couldn't kill the weekend, she would kill the "oil bottle" around the weekend. Only in this way could Shi Fangyuan feel relieved.

However, now, Shi Fangyuan dares not rush to fight against the weekend. She stands still and stares at the weekend with a cloudy face.

It's not that Shi Fangyuan didn't know the existence of "Beiting Shen Gong", but that she never thought that there would be a peerless magic power passed on by the Li family on the weekend.

As for Bai Yanwei, because he had just been sucked by nearly half of his power with "Bei Ming Shen Gong" on the weekend, he was very injured, so he didn't know what to do next for a while. Of course, now he is undoubtedly a shrimp in front of the weekend. Even if he has the intention to revenge, he will not face the weekend.

The change of the war situation made the weekend a dominant figure. Sometimes he glanced at the alert poem square circle, and sometimes glanced at the stupid white swallowtail. Finally, he said with a smile, "You two, are you going to have a two-to-one game? If so, I will accompany you. If not, I will go home and sleep.

Two to one?

After listening to the weekend's words, Shi Fangyuan's heart moved.

Yes, Bai Yanwei's strength is not much worse than her. If she fights one against one, she will be able to easily win the weekend.

Excited, Shi Fangyuan turned his eyes to the white swallow tail standing next to the weekend with a gloomy face and a defensive face, which was actually full of decadence.

Shi Fangyuan did not say two to one, but she had hinted at Bai Yanwei with her eyes.

Bai Yanwei has listened to her drive for many years. Every time the poem needs to be done, it only takes a white swallowtail to understand it.

However, what Shi Fangyuan didn't expect was that when she turned her eyes to Bai Yanwei, she was indifferent, as if she hadn't seen the existence of Shi Fangyuan.

Shi Fangyuan was already angry. Bai Yanwei actually ignored her. Naturally, she was even angry. She had even planned to teach Bai Yanwei a hard time when she went back.

"Hey!" On the weekend, I saw all this in my eyes and laughed in my heart. I said, "Aunt Shishi, since you think two dozen and one is too embarrassing for you, I will flash away first!"

After listening to the weekend's words, Shi Fangyuan stamped her feet angrily, but there was nothing else she could do.

If you don't talk nonsense on the weekend, take Tang Ziyan's little hand and leave quickly.

Looking at the back of the weekend leaving quickly, a fierce flash flashed in Shi Fangyuan's eyes.

The next second, Shi Fangyuan quickly walked to Bai Yanwei and didn't say a word. He raised his hand and slapped him on Bai Yanwei's face.

Bang!

clear and loud!

"Something that is useless!"

......

On the other side, he was worried that there would be a master behind Shi Fangyuan on the weekend, so he pulled Tang Ziyan and ran very fast. Both of them are martial arts practitioners, and their physique is different from ordinary people, so they run like horses.

After a while, the two escaped from a kilometer away.

I still felt unsteady on the weekend and pulled Tang Ziyan to continue to escape.

However, as soon as he ran a few steps, he suddenly felt a burst of suffocation in his chest.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of blood spewed out of the mouth on the weekend, like a sprayer. At the same time, on the weekend, the legs were soft and they were about to fall to the ground.

"Ah!" Tang Ziyan was shocked by the vomiting blood on the weekend. She subconsciously thought that the weekend had suffered an internal injury while fighting with Shi Fangyuan and Bai Yanwei just now, and hurriedly stopped him, "Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

He tried his best to stay rational on the weekend, and he spread out his left palm trembling.

The lifeline has almost completely turned into a black line, as if it were drawn with a black pen in his palm...