Zhang Ning's adrenaline is surging, the road to cultivation has not yet begun, how can he fold here?

He tried his best to absorb the aura, because he finally discovered that the magic weapon needed a huge amount of spiritual energy to drive, and even if the speed of his absorption was far beyond that of other monks, it was still not as fast as the speed at which the magic weapon was consumed!

Zhang Ning was indignant in his heart, why didn't he save a few more swift talismans in Fang City? Then he regretted for a while, this time he was really careless, there was no swift talisman, just now if he didn't desperately use his aura to urge the flying sword, but quietly walked back to Qingyun Mountain, it wouldn't necessarily attract his attention!

The visitor was closer to Zhang Ning, and he looked back, and sure enough, it was the sinister male monk.

"Please stay in front of you, there is no malice in the bottom, but there is an inquiry. Zhang Ning's ears heard the words of the person behind him.

Zhang Ning thought to himself, is it like "inquiring" with those little beggars? So he still didn't say a word and continued to fly fast.

"Hmph!" Zhang Ning heard a cold snort, and then felt the vest hit it like a boulder.

At this time, there is still a cup of tea time to fly to Qingyun Mountain.

A strong force slammed into Zhang Ning's heart, Zhang Ning desperately urged the talisman golden feather armor, under the strong impact, Zhang Ning broke away from the flying sword and galloped forward for hundreds of meters, but at the same time, he felt suffocated. You must know that after the monk reaches the second level of qi refining, he no longer needs to provide vitality through oxygen, and the aura between heaven and earth replaces the role of oxygen.

For Zhang Ning, this blow was like squeezing the air out of his lungs, so he couldn't breathe.

After a while, Zhang Ning's body's aura returned to normal, but the vest was still hot and painful. The Golden Feather Armor resisted most of the power of this blow, but the impact force still made Zhang Ning suffer a small loss.

"Oh?" the monk behind him was slightly surprised. But he still said in a good time, "It's just the Qi training period, can you actually take my move?" and then flicked his sleeves, and a dense black mist swept over.

Zhang Ning hurriedly sacrificed the green dragon spear, and the body of the spear rotated like a cyan disc towards the black mist.

Then there was a clanging sound, and it turned out that it was not a black mist, but a tiny black needle.

Zhang Ning's spiritual power desperately poured into the green dragon spear,

But even so, the green dragon spear still turned slower and slower, Zhang Ning's aura was obviously not good, seeing that the black mist was about to wrap around Zhang Ning, he turned his heart sideways, quickly retreated dozens of steps, and then urged the magic trick to make the green dragon spear explode itself, and Zhang Ning's disadvantage of cultivating too low showed it again. The self-exposure power of the Qinglong Gun should be comparable to that of an M57-style grenade, but the self-detonation driven by Zhang Ning's limited aura is like a two-kick explosion. A fifth of the black mist was dispelled, while the others were still wrapped towards Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning hurriedly infused the Qingxu Sword with spiritual energy, and reluctantly urged it to dispel the black needles.

Because Zhang Ning's aura replenished quickly, he tried his best to disperse the other black needles and not let them get close. He panted and drove the Qingxu Sword to find that the male monk was watching the play.

In the end, seeing that Zhang Ning was about to die, the male monk spoke: "Little thief, hand over the treasure bead I sent and brand the slave seal, I will spare you from death." ”

Zhang Ning said stiffly: "I don't know what you're talking about!

The corners of the monk's mouth rose, and he took out a dark bell, and a voice came from the bell: "Please let me go, I have already told you everything I know!"

Zhang Ning lost his voice and said, "Erzhuzi, what's wrong with you?"

The voice of the two pillars in the bell paused for a moment and then said: "Dog, it's you! It's all you! My mother! My brothers and sisters are dead! The whole village is dead!"

Although he had been mentally prepared, facing the bitter master and being a friend who had taken care of himself for a long time, Zhang Ning was still extremely sorry.

The black needle attack was suddenly fierce, and the male monk saw the right time and interfered with Zhang Ning, hoping to take it in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ning hurriedly retreated again and drove the Qingxu Sword to explode, but he didn't expect that this time, it was so powerful that it broke the black flying needle, thinking that it was because the Qingxu faction's mental method was in line with the Qingxu Sword.

The male monk was not annoyed, took back the black bell, and raised a flying sword to attack Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning was going to drive the scales to break the trick with his strength-why can't he communicate the snail space!Zhang Ning saw the flying sword approaching, so he had to summon a cyan flying needle from the storage ring to obstruct it.

Zhang Ning's limited aura was frantically instilled into the green needle, only slowing down the attack speed of the flying sword, Zhang Ning hastily arranged a defensive array, and entered all the aura into the formation chess, the green needle fell to the ground instantly, and the flying sword slashed on the protective array enchantment, and the array chess began to tremble, and it shattered after three breaths! Zhang Ning injected the whole body aura into the golden feather armor at the moment when the formation was broken, and the flying sword stabbed Zhang Ning's heart, and the golden feather armor glowed with gold and blue, canceling out most of the power, but Zhang Ning was still knocked out.

This time, Zhang Ning was seriously injured, and the golden feather armor also looked damaged, and he couldn't be activated again, and the absorption speed of the aura was extremely slow for some reason.

The male monk sneered: "The difference between one level of the realm is like the difference between the heavens and the abyss, you and I are three levels of the realm, what do you use to win me?"

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his flying sword and urged a black and red smoke rolling spherical magic weapon in his hand, and the black and red mist instantly expanded and attacked Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning's hand was broken, his ribs were also broken, his body was bloody, his breath was disordered, his aura was depleted, and even the golden finger that absorbed the aura against the sky was "fractured".

He desperately contacted the snail shell that had been closed for a long time, and there was his weighing stone inside! I wanted to press the bottom of the box to attack suddenly, but who knew that the snail shell would be closed when it was closed, and it had no reputation!

The black and red fog hummed closer—and the black and red floaters could already be seen opening their bloody mouths......

Successful connection!

A silver light flew out from Zhang Ning's chest, hitting the male monk's face!

The air wave swept away some of the mosquitoes, but two-thirds still pounced on Zhang Ning.

The monk tried to use the flying sword to block the attacking silver light, but the silver light crashed through the flying sword, but it also deviated from the course, only piercing his left shoulder, and then the speed increased, and he didn't know what to do.

The male monk was suddenly attacked, and he was furious, and he grabbed the soul bell to torture and vent his hatred by taking the soul of Zhang Ning, who had been eaten flesh and bones—what about people?

The place where Zhang Ning once stood was empty, and the black and red mosquito fog that had lost its target gathered and dispersed as it circled around.

The monk dragged his arm and hurried up, no!