Chapter 844

A large number of people died under the gate, but the ancestor of yijianmen and several eight elders were helpless.

Now they are all entangled. They have no time to care about others.

Ning Xiaolei seems to feel that this is not enough, and once again put two one thousandth of fenglingfu into the battlefield.

One is from Yang Xian in Meishan and the other is from Dai Li in Meishan.

Yang Xian's magic weapon fenglingfu is a circle of white light, which directly differentiates more than 20 ways and locks up more than 20 practitioners of yijianmen liuqizhong.

Even if these people incarnate in magic Qi, they can't escape from the blockade of white light.

And Dai Li's magic weapon is a red bead, flickering in the air, a burst of chaos boom.

After it dissipated, more than 20 people were trapped by Yang Xian's magic talisman, and some unfortunate guys were killed directly.

"How dare you?"

The ancestor of yijianmen roars and glares at Ning Xiaolei.

There are not many people left in his sword sect. This time, he killed half of them directly.

"What dare you do?"

Ning Xiaolei's mouth is curled. They've all been killed. How can you roar at them?

Then, Ning Xiaolei's whole body was covered with the hot sun and ran away.

After attacking far away for such a long time, there were not many people left in yijianmen. He wanted to experience the fun of close combat.

Since the restrictions on fighting demons were released, he has been fighting with fenglingfu most of the time, and there are few real fights.

At this time, this opportunity is very good, he can rest assured to find an opponent to practice.

Looking for a circle, Ning Xiaolei's eyes are fixed on an early cultivator of Liuzhong.

The other side is also a young man. He doesn't look big. He should be Tianjiao of yijianmen.

"Give me a punch!"

Ning Xiaolei roars and blows away.

"To die!"

Seeing that Ning Xiaolei rushed to him in person in the middle of the five stages, the young man's eyes suddenly brightened and raised his fist to meet him.

The next moment, a real fire fist of the sun and a magic fist crash together.

Feeling a strong force acting on him, Ning Xiaolei turned over and flew backwards for more than ten meters.

He is only in the middle of the five fold, but the other side is in the early stage of the six fold, the gap is still a little.

Pressing down the churning Qi and blood in his body, Ning Xiaolei roared excitedly: "come again!"

Then he rushed up again.

Before, under his fist, the youth also felt bad.

The real fire of the sun seems to have a restraining effect on the evil Qi. The young man's evil Qi was broken in the fist just now, and many places on the fist were burned.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, kill me!"

Youth roars, he is at least six strong, how can lose to a five medium, even if the other party's flame restrain his evil spirit.

Both sides you come and I go, short short short video moment will each blow out hundreds of punches, legs countless times.

Ning Xiaolei from the beginning was pressed to play, to gradually adapt, and now has been able to draw with the youth.

"Sure enough, fighting is the best way to improve strength."

Ning Xiaolei's eyes twinkled and he was very happy.

Before him, he was at most a pseudo Wuzhong. In fact, his combat power was not enough, but when he fought with the youth, he gradually had Wuzhong's real accomplishments.

"Damn, how can I lose to you?"

The young man roared and fought.

After half a day's fighting, his fists were almost baked into pig's hooves, and the smell of meat kept flowing out.

Many parts of his body were also burned, and the sharp pain came from time to time, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Of course you have to lose to me, because I'm a genius. Hahaha!"

Ning Xiaolei roared shamelessly, but he didn't realize that he had gained the upper hand because of his cultivation of skills and martial arts, as well as restraint.