148, fools don't run away

After a long time, Han Jing wanted to dozed off, and then her opponent appeared. First of all, her attention is on the opponent's Xuanbing. It was a beauty lamp. The white jade beauty scratched her hands on the lotus lamp holder held the lotus with one hand. The flower buds glowed with a faint blue light, shining faintly but attracting the heart.

If Leng Wuya was here, he would have immediately recognized that this was Nangong He's nephew Nangong Mao, and the lamp was called Molian beauty lamp. It was a talented master of the ancestors of the Nangong family and the master of the Heixuan Temple at that time. The two sides fought life and death. They not only killed their opponents, but also got this Molian beauty lamp. .

The Molian beauty lamp is a ground-level Xuanbing, with a supporting control formula. The ancestors of the Nangong family grabbed the lamp but did not get the control formula. This Xuanbing can only exert half of the power in the hands of the children of the Nangong family, but can only take advantage of the effect of the lamp, but cannot attack with it.

The Black Xuan Temple once wanted to redeem this Xuan soldier, but the lion of the Nangong family opened his mouth, and the matter turned yellow. After that, the Nangong family wanted to get the supporting control formula, which was also opened by the other party. The two sides broke down. The lamp was put in the Nangong family's warehouse and was occasionally taken out and used. This time, Nangong Mao turned it over again.

"What a beautiful lamp." Han Jing saw the little stars in her eyes. If it hadn't been for the game, she would have wanted to borrow it to play.

Nangong Mao has been instructed for a long time, and once he encounters a cold green, he will die. Seeing that Han Jing seemed to be fascinated by the lamp, he couldn't help smiling and said gloomically, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Han Jing's eyes did not leave the Molian beauty lamp. She was dazzled and replied absent-mindedly, "Oh, how embarrassing it is? I'll just take a look."

"You're welcome." Nangong Mao smiled gmarangly. At this time, he felt that the elders made a fuss. The disciple of Yang Feng in front of him was simply retarded. As soon as he saw Mo Lian's nine lanterns, he was fascinated. There was no sense of achievement to kill this boy.

The Molian beauty lamp flew up from Nangong Mao's hand and flew to Hanjing with wings. The beautiful face on the lamp is a little strange and charming because of the shining blue light.

Fly all the way, the lights and shadows fall like ghosts. The audience outside the game only felt that the lights filled every corner of the space in an instant. The mood is not cultivated enough to shake with the shadow of the lamp and be in a trance.

"This Xuanbing robbed by the Nangong family seems to be more powerful than before?" Yang Feng said to himself without scruples.

Nangghe replied with displeasure: "That's a booty, not a robbery."

"That's not the point." Not entangled with this problem, Yang Feng said casually, "The point is that in this boy's hand, the power of the Molian beauty lamp seems to be much better than when you used it before. It's got the control formula, right?

"Can't you?" After answering a sentence, Nangong He regretted and secretly scolded why he let Yang Feng lead his thoughts and reveal the truth to him.

"What the Nangong family has not been able to get, let this boy get it. There is a successor to the Nangong family." Yang Feng said sarcastically.

Everyone knows that the control method of getting the Molian beauty lamp cannot be done by juniors like Nangong Mao. It must be the family or Nangong He negotiates with the Hexuan Temple as the head of the branch temple.

Originally, this matter is also relatively common. The Nangong family is willing to spend a lot of money to buy it back, and others can't control it. Anyway, the Nangong family is rich. However, Yang Feng's ordinary words make people involuntarily think about whether it will involve illegal transactions, that is, to trade with the Black Xuan Temple with the interests of Xuanqi Temple.

Nangonghe is also an old and refined character. The advantage of this kind of person is that he is thoughtful, old and slippery, and his disadvantage is that he likes to think complicated simple things. At this time, it was okay for him to ignore Yang Feng, but he believed that Yang Feng would take advantage of this to make waves, and he was also worried that Yang Feng's words would cause adverse effects, so he asked indignantly, "What is Lord Yang doing?"

"Well, I just casually said that it's not wrong to praise your Nangong family's successor, right? What's the hurry for the owner of the South Palace? Yang Feng looked puzzled, but there was a joking look in his eyes.

Yu Youmin didn't care about it, but at this time, he also took a special look at him because of Nangong He's performance.

The majestic eyes of the head priest suffocated, and Nangong He couldn't keep calm and said angrily, "Yang Feng, you are less weird."

Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Feng did not respond, and his eyes turned back to Han Jing.

At this time, Han Jing also felt the flashing blue lights on the beauty's face, which attracted her mind strongly. It is said that women don't feel it when they look at women, but they are intoxicated when they look at the white jade beauty face.

On the cold face of the swaying lantern, the ice sword shook violently in the Dantian field, and a cold air rushed into her mind. Suddenly, her dizzy brain was clear, and the intoxicated look in her eyes suddenly turned cold. As soon as the thunder gun was raised, the shadow of the gun instantly formed an ice-blue mesh cover to protect her whole body, and the faint light shadow fell on the ice-blue mesh and was suddenly covered with white frost.

"Huh? There are still some ghosts!" Nangong Mao was a little surprised and strengthened the attack power of the Molian beauty lamp.

The blue lamp shadow fell like goose feathers and snow, and immediately shook off after being covered with white frost on the ice-blue mesh. Han Jing could feel the sound of the lamp shadow falling to corrode the ice mysterious mesh cover. The white frost formed by the ice mysterious force was corroded into holes in the place where it was too late to cover the lamp shadow.

Strengthen the output of Bing Xuanli to repair the hole in the ice blue mesh, and Han Jing decisively launched a counterattack. The energy of the thunder gun can't be borrowed. She has to fight with her own mysterious power. She can't afford to consume it. She must fight quickly.

The light on the thunder gun is brilliant, like snowflakes flying lamp shadows are submerged by the ice-blue gun shadows, and the cold fog spread into fog with the gun shadows, the temperature drops sharply, and the space suddenly turns into a vast expanse of white.

"What a pure ice mysterious power!"

"Sure enough, he is a hero!"

"Evil is different. What a little kid!"

"The waves behind the river push the front waves, and our front waves deserve to die on the beach."

Although he did not feel it personally, the surrounding air suddenly fell from the shadow of the gun and formed a white fog. The old guys in the main stands were stimulated a lot. Yang Feng just smiled proudly. Although the master and his uncle asked silently, he would not take the initiative to tell them that there was an ice soul sword in Han Jing's body that there was such a peerless mysterious soldier who recognized the Lord.

Although the crystal nucleus embedded in the thunder gun was broken because of energy, the quality of the gun itself was placed there. With the dance of Han Jing, it drew an arc through the vast white fog, and pierced the Molian beauty lamp like lightning in Nangong Mao's surprise. The blue light suddenly darkens, the lamp body burst, and the shadow flying like snowflakes disappeared into the white fog.

Nangong Mao flew over and grabbed a beautiful lamp like a falling stone, and said in a hateful voice, "How dare you destroy my Xuanbing and look for death!"

Be obedient and heard the murderous intention in his heart from Nangong Mao's words. Han Jing curled her lips and said, "There are two self-explosion in front of you. You don't need to find excuses to waste time. If you want to kill me, do it quickly!"

In the main stands, Yang Feng and Nangong He's eyes intersect, and they do not hide their hostility. This can be regarded as the two division masters officially breaking their faces to show their hostile position.

The coldness spread between Yang Feng and Nangong He, and the atmosphere in the main stands with a loud smile just now suddenly turned to solemn.

Yu Youmin coughed twice, and his unhappy eyes swept over the two temple masters, and a wave of pressure spread away, making them feel a sense of depression that caused palpitations.

Yang Feng turned his head and continued to watch the game. Nangong He also looked away without saying a word. The solemn and depressing atmosphere of the two of them dissipated, but both knew that it was endless.

"Arrogant!" Nangong Mao shouted loudly, raised his arms, and made Han Jing think he was out of his mind. Seeing his arms hit, he abruptly broke his arms.

"The secret skills of Tiancanmen have reappeared in the world, and my Xuanqi Temple is indeed full of talents." Yu Youmin whispered that he could not hear whether he was happy or angry.

With Yu Youmin's words falling to the ground, Nangong Mao's broken arm turned into two Nangong Mao, and it was a full version of Nangong Mao. He hit a tiger against Han Jing who was in an unclear state, and unexpectedly rushed through the shadow of the gun and quickly approached Han Jing. It can be seen that Nangong Mao did not want to compete with Han Jing, but wanted to kill him through self-detonation.

The secret skill of Tianzangmen is to transform the limb into a body. Each illusion body is equivalent to the strength of the body. Can Han Jing take over the power of Nangong Mao, the two complete cards transformed by both arms?

It was too late for Yu Youmin to send law enforcement disciples to save Han Jing. His face is really dark!

Yang Feng sneered and said, "Since you want to kill my disciple Yang Feng, it's too underestimate people to use this little trick."

Nangong He originally showed a smile to relieve his hatred, but his face turned black when he heard Yang Feng's words, and he had a good fight with Yu Youmin.

The rest are curious: in ancient times, the secret skills of Tiancanmen were extremely powerful, so they were spared no effort to be hit by the Xuan Temple until the extinction. Could Yang Feng's disciples be so evil that they could even receive this level of self-detonation?

With the ice soul sword to protect the body, Yang Feng certainly thought that Han Jing could catch Nangong Mao's self-detonation. But even he didn't expect that Han Jing could take it, but chose not to take it. When the two full versions of Nangong Mao rushed around, the ice wheel flew around under her feet and unexpectedly flashed people with "chasing the wind and electricity".

"Don't run away if you have guts!"

"Cut! I think other people are as stupid as you as a pig. You hit me and ask me to stand in a daze for you to fight. You are not as stupid as you! There is a time limit for all the secret skills that need to be used by the limbs, when I don't know?

Unable to catch up with Han Jing, Nangong Mao shouted angrily, "Don't escape!"

While running, Han Jing shouted strangely: "Fools don't escape! Whose child is so stupid and released? It's unkind to bully him.