Chapter 2696: Feud

Chapter 2697-The Enemy Of One Palm

"These people can't kill me." Zhuo Bufan smiled slightly.

Looking at Yan Yu and Yan Jing, Ba Jiming couldn't help frowning. He always felt that the relationship between the two younger sisters and Zhuo Bufan seemed a little strange.

"Okay, let's leave here first, and then inform the members of the Hanyan tribe that you must come out safely." Yan Jing squeezed the gravel in his palm and looked at Zhuo Bufan with firm eyes. They also knew that staying here would only let you Zhuo Bufan is restrained.

Zhuo Bufan controlled Shura blood thorns and flying swords and blocked a dozen practitioners of the Jinpeng clan, leaving enough time for Yan Jing and the three of them. The three of them immediately got up, and the two women took Ba Jiming out of the door of the stone room. Relying on the sensitivity of the gravel, look for another formation left in the ruins.

"Damn... Ba Jiming, don't try to escape..." Jin Peng Langjun dealt with the Ice Emperor Rain Sword. Although the Ice Emperor Rain Sword could not hurt him, it delayed him for some time.

When the three of Ba Jiming were seen escaping from the door of the stone room, Jin Peng Lang Jun suddenly shot a sharp light in his eyes.

The palms of the claws changed, and a paw print of golden vitality slammed into the back of the three people like lightning.

Suddenly, a figure rushed to the door of the stone room, punched out, and exploded the golden paw prints.

"Jinpeng Langjun, your opponent is me." Zhuo Bufan stared at Jinpeng Langjun lightly.

"Shadow Killing King, I want you to die..." Jinpeng Langjun's eyes were cold, and his body instantly turned into a golden light afterimage, swept towards Zhuo Bufan, between the claws and palms, there were traces of the space being cut, leaving a void. .

The strong evil spirit in Zhuo Bufan's body gushed out of the skin, and blood lines appeared on the skin. Pieces of dull red phosphorus densely covered his arms. Fighting with Jinpeng Langjun, it also left scarlet scars in the space.

Because of the magic pressure in the Nanfang Ancient Demon Ruins, neither of them used advanced martial arts, and they were completely melee combat.

And this kind of fighting is also quite exciting and bloody.

The Jinpeng tribe was the strongest of the eight ancient tribes, and their physical strength was not weaker than that of the dragon tribe.

The more he fought, the contemptuous color on Jinpeng Langjun’s face became more and more restrained. He thought he could crush Zhuo Bufan at will, but he did not expect that the latter’s strength was not weaker than him, and his body was so powerful. Cultivated the top physical body method.

This kind of stalemate made Jinpeng Langjun very upset.

He is the first genius of the Jinpeng Clan, and he has awakened the existence of the ancient blood of the Jinpeng Clan. In the clan, even the patriarch of Taishang expected him to be good, but unfortunately, facing a human cultivator, he appeared to be equal. Potential.

How arrogant as he can accept?

...

After escaping from the stone room, Yan Jing found that no one was chasing her behind. She was relieved at first, and then, relying on the feeling of the gravel in her hand, she turned several winding corridors and entered another dark secret room.

The secret room is not big, with some dusty armor piled up, which should belong to the place inside the debris room.

Behind the stone room, there is a rock that is exactly the same as the lake formation, but there is no formation pattern on it. At the beginning, the two practitioners wanted to steal the treasures of the ancient demon of Nantong, and created two teleportation formations to communicate inside and outside.

The internal teleportation formation is extremely secretive. If there is no rubble that Zhuo Bufan gave her, she might not even dare to believe it, there will be a small teleportation formation here.

"Sister, what is the relationship between you and the King of Shadow Killers? How do you know him?" Ba Jiming asked with a pale face, looking at Yan Yu, holding his chest.

When Yan Yu heard the words, he lowered his head slightly, his cheeks rose with two blushes, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, just met accidentally. We are friends."

"Friend?" Ba Jiming frowned, looking at Yan Yu with strange eyes. Yan Yu is not such a twisted character, why is it a bit strange today.

"Brother, this is not the time to discuss this, let's leave here first." Yan Jing said with a solemn expression.

Immediately, Yan Jing pressed her palm on the rock, injecting vitality, and the surface of the rock really lit up one after another, emitting a milky white halo.

Standing on the rock, Yan Jing suddenly jumped down from the stall that was about to transmit.

"Ajing!" Ba Jiming widened his eyes.

"Sister!" Yan Yu didn't expect Yan Jing to suddenly jump out of the stone platform.

Yan Jing watched the figures of the two disappear directly into the rock, and suddenly blasted the rock to pieces with a palm, muttering: "Young Master Zhuo has a life-saving grace for us, and this time I met Jinpeng Langjun because of us. For the sake of him, how can I abandon him."

The next second, when Ba Jiming and Yan Yu opened their eyes again, they found that they had reached the bottom of the lake, but the formation on the rock had completely failed.

"My sister destroyed the teleportation formation over there, we can't go back..." Yan Yu said with red eyes.

"This silly girl... immediately inform us the people of the Drought Clan... the Jinpeng clan deceives too much!" Ba Jiming squeezed his fist, and the joints creaked.

In the stone room.

A strong wind howled and spread, cracking the surrounding walls and stone pillars.

While Zhuo Bufan had to deal with Jinpeng Langjun, he had to control the flying sword and the Shura blood stab with his original strength to deal with the other dozens of practitioners.

Practitioners who can follow Jinpeng Langjun are definitely not idlers.

Zhuo Bufan could only hinder them a little, but he couldn't hurt them.

"I have to admit that among the human practitioners, you are the second guy who surprised me... It would make me extremely excited to kill a genius like you in the cradle." Jin Peng Langjun said with a stern expression.

As the two played against each other, Jinpeng Langjun had discovered that Zhuo Bufan had gradually become declining.

Whizzing!

Suddenly there were two extremely small sharp howls from the side, and two Jinpeng clan experts who got rid of the Shura blood thorn simultaneously sacrificed two magic weapons and smashed them towards Zhuo Bufan from both sides.

Canopy!

Zhuo Bufan's fists blasted out like lightning, and the two magic weapons blasted away, but his brows suddenly frowned.

"Give me to die, the King of Shadows!" Jin Peng Lang Jun took the opportunity to gather his vitality with his claws, and slammed a fierce palm wind against Zhuo Bufan's chest.

Everything is slow, but in fact it happened between the electric light and flint.

Zhuo Bufan could only endure this punch abruptly. Suddenly, a light figure passed by like a breeze with the fragrance of flowers and plants, blocking him, and the familiar back made De Zhuo Bufan's pupils suddenly shrink.

"Yan Jing..."

Zhuo Bufan blurted out, and at the same time the palm of the wind was already slapped on the Jiao body, Yan Jing's body flew out like a broken kite, three thousand green silks danced wildly, and a dazzling blood was flowing from the corners of her pale and quiet mouth. The cheeks showed a sense of poignancy.

Zhuo Bufan flew immediately, stopped the latter's soft waist with his arms, and hugged him in his arms. His whole body trembled uncontrollably because of anger, and his eyes gradually climbed into bloodshots, forming a **** red.

"Why are you coming back?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

"Just as I repay your kindness for saving my sister...Don't think too much about it." Yan Jing lay in his arms, with a quiet smile on her lips.

"Jin Peng Langjun, I will use your life to return this hatred of palm!" Zhuo Bufan looked at the person in his arms without raising his head, his mouth made a cold sound of the bones of the bones of a Bianstone.