Chapter 116 Anti-enemy

Yemole held his hands on both sides, bent his fingers and knotted, and a circle of light wheels came out of the void between his palms, rotating silently, like a nebula whirlpool. As soon as Lu Li's two flying knives were close, they were absorbed into the mysterious whirlpool light wheel. Before changing the cicada wing light blade, they were silently ground into powder.

Qin Yan ran in front of him and saw Lu Li's flying knife falling into such a stage. He couldn't help but dare to fight with the light wheel. His body was slightly deflected, and he waved his palm from the left to Yemole's waist and shoulders. Yemole casually waved his right arm and met Qin Yan's palms with his elbow. He only heard a loud sound like a gold and iron strike. Qin Yan's arms trembled sharply, and he only felt a magnificent force rush back, and the golden flame in his hand was also a little darkened by it. If the power hit by Qin Yan is like a thousand catties of sledgehammer, then the feeling brought to him was like a towering mountain. With a hammer, it could not hurt anything, but shocked himself.

'Smother, how did Brother Huang Fan hurt this monster in those years...' He took a breath of cold air, and the blood instantly flowed in his body for a week, calming down the churning blood. At this time, the two had already passed by. Qin Yanswayed his right elbow and gathered a force to bump into the Yemole vest.

The power that human elbows can accumulate is several times stronger than fists. What's more, this is Qin Yan's unreserved outbreak of blood, and he believes that even the power of Yamole can't withstand this huge force safely.

'If you still pick it up with one hand, see if I don't knock you down--'

However, Yemole suddenly accelerated, as if crossing the space. After a flash, he crossed three steps of distance and instantly appeared in front of Yu Hanyan. While turning the light wheel and hitting the broken sword, it also made Qin Yan's full force fall into the air.

This situation was formed in a short period of time when Yu Hanyan faced Yemole alone.

The vortex of the light wheel turned sharply and quietly hit the broken sword. The color of the flowed like a nebula, and it seemed that the power of the world was carried to this point.

If there is no residual sword spirit protection on the broken sword, it will have been twisted into pieces at the moment of touching the light wheel.

Even so, Yu Hanyan's body was also shocked, his face was bloodless, and he retreated in panic. The broken sword trembled, reflecting her countless broken figures, but they were swallowed up by the golden light that followed.

Yamole stretched out a big golden fluid condensed hand and patted it on the broken sword. He hit Yu Hanyan no longer standing steadily. He flew out like a broken kite and fell into the pile of rocks by the stream. After a long time, he stood up.

Seeing that she was defeated so easily, Yemole showed a strange look, frowned and said unhappily, "Where is the shocking sword?" While speaking, he forced Qin Yan back again with a palm. His left hand clamped the flying knife shot by Lu Li, and the Buddha surged up two fingers. When the flying knife was about to be pinched into fragments, the thin cicada wings of the light blade attached to the flying knife was also ground.

From beginning to end, Lu Li's proud "shadowless knife" failed to play any role, and Qin Yan's blood could not break through the opponent's defense at all.

After another futile attack, Qin Yan and Lu Li finally realized that if they fought separately like this, there would be no possibility of victory. The two looked at each other, immediately put down yesterday's old resentment, took two steps closer to each other, and rushed up shoulder to shoulder. With blood all over his body gathered in his right hand, Qin Yan pointed like electricity and shot a half-foot-long golden blade, which stabbed Yemole's vest nest. Lu Li shook his sleeves and suddenly saw several flying knives swaying between his hands and ten fingers, spinning without flashing white light cold electricity. It was not until he was forced behind Yemole that he took action together and at the same time pointed at the major key points around Yemole.

Both of them have used their own efforts to press the bottom of the box at this moment. There is no regret for anyone to die under the joint efforts of these two unique moves, even enough to be proud——

But Yemor doesn't think so!

The two fierce spirits behind him that were about to condense into substance approached his body. He didn't realize it, but just took a step forward, facing the place where the jade cold smoke was, and said in a low voice, "Jade donor..."

Standing in high spirits, the turbulent and magnificent Buddha light radiated freely from his body, overflowing the whole scene, pouring down on the ground like a shower, and there were countless ripples. Without chanting spells, the golden Buddha's light quickly condenses and turns into a thick red color that can't be erased, and the curtain is turbulent. Qin Yan pointed to the blood-condensed sword spirit pierced into the red water, with only a trace of ripples and was swallowed in the blink of an eye. If he hadn't shrank his hand quickly, his whole right arm and even the belt bone might have been swallowed by the blood. Before Lu Li had time to play any role in the flying knives stabbed, a wave of blood came, and all of them disappeared.

The red waves surged, bloody, and the field of vision was red. Seeing the bad situation, Qin Yan and Lu Li retreated. However, after running dozens of steps, they found that the world was the same everywhere they could see. Even the ground where they stood had turned into a rolling red river. How could there be a way to escape?

Yemon did not care about them, but said slowly in the direction of Yu Hanyan, "Why don't you let the poor monk see your innocent sword?"

The voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu. Under the shock, an abnormal blush appeared on Yu Hanyan's pale cheeks. The wound that had not healed was broken again, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Yu Hanyan doesn't say a word. Although Yamole closed her eyes, she could feel the deep silence behind her calm face and was firmly locked on herself. If you can't give him a satisfactory answer, I'm afraid that the next moment will be the time when you die.

At this moment, she finally understood that this battle was meaningless from the beginning.

We are all just monkeys in the palm of the Buddha's hand, the so-called "near to win", but the illusion deliberately created by him, in order to appreciate our unwillingness... Although they are only unknown wild monks in the bitter land of the frontier, they really have the Buddha's magical power. We will not be wronged if we lose in the hands of such people...

Seeing that she was speechless for a long time, Yemole looked slightly condensed and stepped out step by step, then crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to her.

"Do you think that if you don't take action, the poor monk can't know the secret of shaking the innocent sword?" Yemole lowered his head, and his voice exploded like thunder in her ear. "If I send this 'broken Shang' to Jiulong Peak, do you think the real person will come in person?"

Yu Hanyan looked up in astonishment and muttered, "You are crazy."

If you are not addicted to martial arts, you are arrogant to the blind destination. The story of the man in Jiulongfeng is enough to be woven into a myth. The invincible real person, three moves to break the blood-clothed sea of the unmoving real person, one sword to force the blood wolf monk, kill more than ten first-class masters of the demon door, singlely suppressing the mountain, making the West Sea demons dare not dare to cross the thunder pool one step, making the evil thirteen sects change the style of the reality... Since 11 years ago After World War I, no one dared to provoke a real person.

And this monk from Fanbang wants to use her to attract that person, her master, the unmovable person who made her hate to the bone marrow.