Chapter 822

Nangong Wuliang didn't use weapons, because he didn't think it was necessary to deal with the later period of a grand master. With a pair of flesh fists, there was more than enough for him. But was it true? Facing this fierce fist, song Yan stepped out step by step.

"Bang"

the fist passed his face with a strong heat, but it was still empty.

One blow failed. Nangong had some accidents. The fist turned into sweeping. At the same time, the real Qi in the body erupted, and the capillary holes in the whole arm shot out one air needle, flying all over the sky.

His fist technique is nine star martial arts with drizzle all over the sky. It seems simple, but it conceals a big killing chance. It can often kill people unprepared.

Seeing that song Yan was about to be hurt by his Qi needles, Nangong immeasurable mouth showed a cruel smile. Once these Qi needles entered the body, they would root in the acupoints of the other side and destroy the acupoints.

Dantian and acupoint are both places to store Qi. Once acupoint is damaged, the skill will fall down greatly.

Therefore, it is a very vicious martial art.

"Whoosh"

in a flash, song inkstone suddenly disappeared in place.

"Puff"

hundreds of air needles lose their target, fly out tens of meters and dissipate by themselves.

"Your speed is too slow, don't you drink too much, otherwise, you should wake up and drink again"

Song Yan's voice came from behind him.

Nangong turns her head and finds that song Yan is standing tens of meters away, smiling at him.

At the edge of the school yard, song Jiuhe said with a smile, "the commander's great move is more and more skillful. With this, he can be invincible."

"also, this great move is really against the sky, and she doesn't know how the commander practices it." Han Gu nodded with deep thought, and a trace of envy flashed in her eyes.

In fact, they didn't know that song Yan's great move skill had been improved several levels since the rise of his power. He left behind the Xuanyuan Wui who taught him this martial art.

With the great moving technique of song inkstone now, the moving and reading can go as far as five or six thousand miles, and can dodge at will in the square inch.

So, as long as it's not a surprise attack, even the wusheng can't help it.

Nangong is flying out again. People hit dozens of fists on the way.

All of a sudden, these fists intertwined and fused with each other. When they were in front of song Yan, they turned into a powerful dragon. The surging breath almost frozen the surrounding space.

There was a cold light in his eyes. He said to me, aren't you fast? I have frozen the void. No matter how fast you are, you can't be fast.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the main space is not the main space, but the dimensional space.

"Whoosh"

the figure flashed, song Yan disappeared again, making Nangong immeasurably empty.

"Your speed is still too slow, and then"

a little ironic voice comes from behind, which makes Nangong's infinite killing opportunity soar.

Only when he reached for his hand, a spirit sword appeared in his hand, which radiated the power of absorbing people's soul.

"Jiupin spirit sword"

everyone was shocked to see the sword in Nangong's immeasurable hands.

"Kill"

Nangong swims out as fast as lightning with a light drink. The Jiupin spirit sword in his hand is more like continuous rain, spreading all over the space in an instant.

Jian Yu comes from all directions, and song Yan seems to be unavoidable.

For a moment, everyone's heart and eyes all mentioned the voice.

"Martial uncle"

there was no snow at all, but she caught Mrs. Lei's hand. The worry on her face was self-evident.

"Don't worry, he won't be so easily hurt," Mrs. Lei consoled.

Her voice just fell, song Yan's figure disappeared again in the endless sword rain center.

"Puff puff"

countless swords and rain collide in one piece, bursting out a layer upon layer of fierce Qi, and a space crack appears.

Seeing this scene, many people opened their mouths wide and said in secret that if I was in the middle of the sword rain, I would be torn to pieces.

"Let's be a little more pompous and fierce"

with the sound of ridicule, it almost drives Nangong crazy. He can't understand how the guy escaped in the endless sword rain Suppress the power in the later period of the patriarchal master.

"You" Nangong is speechless.

"Is there nothing to say?" Song Yan's eyes flashed with disdain: "I said, even if you don't use the array, you can't do anything for me. Now, I can't even touch my clothes corner. You're so useless. In the later period of a great patriarch, even a patriarch can't do anything. If I were you, I'd better find a piece of tofu and run it to death, so as not to live here Shame in the world ""Shut up"

Nangong stared at Song Yan immensely, his eyes seemed to be shooting fire.

"Tut Tut, I'm so angry." Song Yan said cruelly, "if you have the ability, you can hit me first."

"you really think I can't help you." Nangong shouted.

"Then you try" Song Yan's expression is more and more disdainful.

"This is what you asked for"

as soon as the voice fell, a huge virtual shadow suddenly appeared behind Nangong immeasurably.

"Roar"

an earth shaking roar came from the virtual shadow behind him. Then, the virtual shadow gradually solidified into a huge white tiger.

"King level white tiger" Lei Jiuming's way of dignified expression.

At the next moment, Nangong leaps up immeasurably and merges with the white tiger spirit. Then, another roar of the tiger rings out.

Then, a white shadow shot out, came to song Yan's head in a flash, and then flew out.

"Poof"

the huge tiger claw is invincible. Where it passes, the void is directly pulled out of a space crack.

But

the white tiger claw is still in the air, and song inkstone appears tens of meters away again.

The Nangong Wuliang, who incarnates the white tiger, doesn't give song Yan a chance to talk again. He flies again and comes to song Yan's head again.

For a while, the two figures kept flickering in the school yard, and those with low accomplishments couldn't see clearly at all. They could only see one big, one small and two fuzzy figures.

A quarter of an hour passed in a twinkling of an eye, and the shadows of the two pursuits were still fruitless.

"Bang"

a light sound.

The huge white tiger suddenly broke up and Nangong fell out of it. Its body shape was a bit staggering.

It takes a lot of mental power to incarnate Wu soul. What's more, it's Wang level Wu soul, which costs more. It's amazing that Nangong can support a quarter of an hour.

"Now it's my turn. Nangong is immeasurable. Are you ready?" Song Yan also shows his body shape and stares at Nangong immeasurable Dao.

As soon as the voice fell, it appeared on Song Yan's hand. Then, he stepped on a kind of unpredictable footwork, and the twinkling in his hand turned into more than 30 long swords to stab Nangong immeasurable acupoints.

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