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"Capture me? Let's talk about it! ”

Ning Yue roared in a deep voice and stepped forward with Murong Yan's slashing spear.

The blood of those demonic beasts before was highly poisonous and terrifyingly corrosive. But even with such blood, the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword could still draw strength from it. Just now, he used the blood sacrifice of the instantaneous annihilation, using the blood of the mutated demonic beast.

At this moment, there were still remnants of the essence blood power drawn from the blade, and his own blood was also integrated into the edge.

With this sword, the power of the dark Xuan awakened impressively.

In an instant, Ning Yue's eyes narrowed, and every trace of Murong Yan's attempt to preemptively strike was reflected in his eyes. The opportunity for flaws and counterattacks has been engraved in my heart.

"Secret Sword, Gap!"

Clang!

A sword slashed obliquely, hitting the weakest position of the Xuan power infused on Murong Yan's big gun, and in the roar of the sword intent, the tip of the entire big gun was deflected, and the majestic force of the slash was forcibly moved away from the top of Ning Yue's head and cut into the side wall.

Thundered!

Countless stone chips shattered and flew, and although this shot could not penetrate the thick wall, it also left countless cracks and huge depressions on the wall, and the spread of the shock trembled wildly through the underground passage.

The impact was still there, and Murong Yan, who was still half of his body in the air, was extremely unstable, he never thought that Ning Yue would have the ability to strike a head-on blow against him. Even though, in order to be able to capture the opponent alive, he only wanted to defeat him, not kill him on the spot, and only used seventy percent of his strength.

And Ning Yue didn't give him time to regret it, his right sword held the opponent's big gun, and then stepped forward and took half a step, the five fingers of his left hand formed a palm, trembled, and the blurred phantom suddenly overlapped, and slapped the opponent's lower abdomen with one palm. When there were a few faint ripples in the void. In the palm of his hand, a dark red flame burst out.

"Hmph, stand down!"

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Murong Yan's feet were split into forks, relying on his tall and thin body and slender legs, he actually pressed his feet against the walls on both sides of the passage to forcibly stabilize his body in mid-air. At the same time, he freed his right hand, spread his five fingers and bombarded down. At that moment, a few rays of blue light appeared under the sleeve robe, shaped like the meridians of the arm, and instantly injected into the right palm.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the firelight shattered, and Ning Yue retreated in response, and the soles of his shoes slid back several meters against the floor at the moment of landing, and even a few wisps of black smoke rose from his heels.

He grinned, a faint look of pain flashing across his face. His left arm was already hanging down, and he seemed to be a little weak. The five fingers trembled slightly, and finally suddenly they were clenched again, making a gurgling sound.

At that moment, the sleeves of the entire left arm shattered and fell, and the meridians on the exposed arm were abrupt.

In the air in front of him, Murong Yan maintained a splitting motion, looked down at Ning Yue, withdrew the big gun with his left hand, and pointed obliquely at the bottom of the gun in one hand. At the same time, there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Looks like someone in the hunt only told you about my past, and no one told you about the moves I'm good at. In addition to the family heirloom gun, my Ye Feng palm is also a must. How about the taste of martial arts in the spirit product? ”

As the words were spoken, three blood marks suddenly cracked on Ning Yue's bare left arm, which was extremely slender.

With his eyebrows furrowed, he replied in a deep voice: "Your strength is the sixth level of the Spirit Awakening Realm, but I am afraid that you have already touched the threshold of the seventh level. Squadron Leader, I'm afraid no one can beat you. ”

"I don't need you to say this, that's what it is. Now that you know that it is powerful, then just admit defeat obediently, so as not to suffer a lot more. I'll admit that your true strength is by no means the Awakening Realm Triple on the surface, but it's a pity that it's me who is on the side. So, you still have no chance of winning. ”

With that, Murong Yan regained his hands with the gun in his hands, fell down, and returned to the floor.

Who knows, Ning Yue actually laughed at this moment and snorted: "I think, you should also feel it, your right hand is very uncomfortable, right?" The spirit product is a medium martial arts Ye Feng palm, which is indeed powerful. Coupled with the fact that your cultivation is above me, I lost a move just now and had nothing to say. However, the wood attribute hits the fire attribute hard, and it's my fire, so it's impossible for you to win big. ”

With a raised eyebrow, Murong Yan let go of his right hand holding the gun, raised his five fingers and spread them out, revealing his palm. I saw that above it, a wisp of scorched black marks was more obvious.

"Yes, that's what surprised me. But this small injury, insignificant, is like an ant gnawing on a tree. ”

When the words were spoken, his palm shook, and the scorched black marks on the palm of his hand instantly dissipated.

"Okay, if you're not going to stop there, just play all your hole cards. Let me see if it's worth more to capture you alive. ”

"I'm still the same sentence, if you want to capture me alive, you can really do it."

Ning Yue snorted, and the next moment, his right foot stepped back, and the dark Xuan Gu sword was raised in front of him, the same height as his shoulder, and the tip of the sword pointed at Murong Yan. At the same moment, his left hand shook and trembled, and bursts of scorching fire rolled out again under his fingers.

"Fire vs. wood, you do have an innate advantage, but unfortunately in the face of the difference in strength between you and me, the advantage is not obvious at all. Besides, I can do more than one trick Ye Fengzhang. If you want to use the power of the fire attribute to delay the defeat, you are very wrong! ”

Murong Yan drank disdainfully, holding the gun in both hands, and a whistling spiral energy suddenly appeared on the tip of the gun.

"This time, I'm going to see if you can still shoot my big gun!"

Without replying, Ning Yue's eyes blinked quickly, and the moment he opened them again, there was a faint red light in his eyes, shaped like a flame swaying, and there was a faint ancient rune in it.

Demon bloodline, awakened.

At the moment, he had no choice. The effect of the blood sacrifice is almost over, and if you want to continue to deal with a strength as strong as Murong Yan, the only way that the hole cards in your hand can use is the bloodline awakening. Moreover, in addition to quickly defeating the person in front of him, he also needed to rescue Zhili and Jiao Chen, who had fallen to the next floor, as soon as possible.

If you want to penetrate such a hard floor, you can't do it with a light blood spirit pill. Therefore, you can only awaken the demon bloodline at this time, and you only have the strength of the bottom once within twelve hours.

In the next moment, the raging flames in his palms became even more violent, and the rippling waves unexpectedly distorted the void around him. However, the fluctuating overflow was only within one meter of his body, and there was not too much scorching heat to stir farther away.

It's not that the power stops there, but that Ning Yue can control the scorching flame, so that all the burning destructive power is kept in his palm, but it doesn't pass outward. At the same time, the suppressed aura was also able to hide his strength, making it impossible for Murong Yan to accurately judge the true power of his blow.

However, even if he suppressed it too well, the innate violent aura in the awakened demon bloodline was still uncontrollable and was fluctuating around. A faint ripple touched the flame in his palm, and the fire suddenly became stronger. Contaminated with the dark Xuan Ancient Sword, above the edge, the roar of the forest is even more awe-inspiring.

In the distance, Murong Yan also smelled a hint of ominousness, and his heart quietly sank, and the mysterious power in his hands subconsciously went to a higher level. He wanted to capture Ning Yue alive, so this move was still not his strongest hole card, and he didn't do his best.

But at this moment, he was inexplicably a little worried, and eighty percent of his strength instantly exploded into ten percent of his full strength. In the absence of a guarantee of his own safety, he was not going to risk completing a task that was not ordered by the Peak.

"Boy, is this your strongest move? Come on! ”

With a twist of his wrist, Murong Yan took the initiative to attack, holding the big gun with both palms and turning it around, forming a stabbing posture and moving forward quickly. Above the tip of the spear, the spiral energy became even more intense, and a fierce chill pierced through the void, threatening to shatter everything that stood in its way.

Lingpin inferior martial arts, Guan Yue file!

Although it is an inferior martial art, the penetration power and instantaneous burst speed of this move have reached the level of medium martial arts. The only flaw is that the attack is too hasty, giving up all defensive leeway. Once missed, the retrospective force of the backlash is likely to shatter the meridians of the caster's arms.

In normal times, Murong Yan would not use this trick easily. However, tonight in this passage less than two meters wide, there is no chance that such a frontal assault shot will miss.

So, he was unscrupulous.

On the other side, Ning Yue's sword also came out, and the left hand dragged a flash of firelight, and the tumbling hot dark red was all integrated into the three-foot sword blade. In an instant, the deep cold of the sword intent rose wildly, turning into endless heat, but it still retained the original touch of sharpness.

Spiritual inferior martial arts, fire punishment sword cutting, stabbing!

Again, his choice is the most suitable trick to play in such a confined space. The indestructibility of the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword, the scorching fury of the fusion of multiple beast fires, and the tyranny and ruthlessness of the demon bloodline.

This sword can also be called his strongest blow now.

"Chi Feng, I hope that my sword has not been in vain for you to teach me the heart of the Flame Punishment Sword Cut."

Zheng –

The sword roared, the scorching heat condensed, and it was shocking.

Buzz –

The gunshots roared, the battle spirit spiraled, and the sentient beings were stared at.

Ping!

In the long, narrow passage, there can be no answer other than this.

The roar of the blades, the clash of warriors, the mutual non-concession of the narrow road - only when one side falls, will the moment of the end be ushered in.

Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite!

Countless shattered energy danced wildly at the sharp point where the spear and sword collided, and the aftermath of the slash crisscrossed the passage wantonly, and hundreds of cracks appeared on the floor, walls, and ceilings, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed like countless spider webs quietly opened.

The debris flies, but under the agitation and fluctuation of the collision, the debris can only break into finer powders, and the cycle repeats itself until it is crushed into particles that cannot be smaller, and then dissipates in the wind.

The huge resistance was in front of the big gun, Murong Yan's face was ugly at this time, he thought that this blow was unleashed, and it was bound to win. Who would have expected that Ning Yue would have the ability to block it and be evenly matched.

"Good boy, you're not easy. But that's the end of it! ”

Clang!

The collision between the sword and the spear was close to the end of the impact, and suddenly, the big gun slanted down, relying on its superior strength, forcibly pulling away the blade of the dark Xuan, and then slashing it horizontally, bypassing the edge, and stabbing Ning Yue in the chest.

With this blow, Murong Yan had already moved his murderous intent.

The strong impact spread through Ning Yue's arm meridians, however, as the Demon Bloodline Awakening continued, any pain he felt would be alleviated. Such a load is hardly nothing.

Snorted and smiled, facing the stab full of murderous intent, the corners of his mouth twitched.

This moment is also the moment he is waiting for.

The old force of the two sides has passed away, and the new force is still breeding, and it is so close to each other. With a sword of counterattack, he is even more imperative.

"Instantaneous."