“...... There's nothing strange about this, right?" Seeing Ning Wanjun's brows furrowed, An Youlang took the initiative to say, "Ordinary people can't sense the existence of qi, so as to attract the power of heaven and earth. People call animals that don't know how to cultivate and make fires beasts, so what should we call people who can't feel it?"

"What nonsense!" Ning Wanjun sneered, "The difference between humans and beasts lies in what they think, but there is no such difference between people and Fangshi and even demons. Of course, a Dharma cultivator like you who uses the power of evil spirits really can't be measured by what people think. ”

That's just a misunderstanding on the part of the world. Evil is a term attached to emotions, and aside from 'good and evil', its essence is a mixture of qi and accumulation, that is, chaos. An Yulang spread his hands, "Is there any essential difference between relying on qi to perform spells and using chaos to pursue power?"

"Even if you turn yourself into this?"

"The quest for power always comes at a price. In my opinion, Chaos is what Archals should explore, after all, the closer you get to Chaos, the more powerful you are - evil is like that, and so are we!"

"I agree, but it's best to go to the Yellow Springs Prefecture to find out. Ning Wanjun felt that the aura in her body had calmed down a lot, and she raised her spear again, "At least it won't disgust others." ”

"......," An Youlang's tone added a hint of displeasure, "The An family has defeated many proud sons of heaven like you, and after making them into puppets, how long do you guess they have held out? Even the most stubborn one is only three years. He raised his hand and bluffed, and a black book suddenly appeared in the air, and then snapped his fingers, "Torture table!"

The surrounding scenery changed abruptly, and the scuffle yard became a dark red desert.

Several chains flew out of the ground and flew straight towards Ning Wanjun!

"Get out!"

Ning Wanjun turned a blind eye to it, rushed forward with a gun, and blurted out at the same time.

The low sound rolled like thunder, and the desert suddenly fell apart like a mirror, and the chains were broken!

In an instant, she had already killed An Youlang.

The latter dodged the princess's thrust and quickly flipped the book to another page, "Not affected by illusions, what about this?

Ning Wanjun suddenly felt an indescribable sharp pain in her shoulder!

The pain even made her think that she would rather faint on the spot.

Even so, she braced herself and swung the spear in her hand - the blow had lost its initial momentum and was blocked by Yasuyuro's iron fingers.

"It doesn't seem very pleasant. Yasuhiro scoffed, "This technique can magnify all kinds of feelings in your body, especially pain. As long as the stimulus is strong enough, it can be fatal even without the need for trauma. In the face of tenfold pain, do you still dare to take the posture that you would rather suffer yourself than let me see blood? No...... Of course not, the body will reject you-"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Wanjun's spear had already pierced into his abdomen.

"It seems that this body is still under my command for the time being. The princess gasped twice.

"You-" Yasuyuro knocked it back with a palm, covering his bleeding stomach with both hands.

"Although there is no ten-fold magnification...... But it doesn't feel good to have your intestines pierced, right?"

"Very good, very good!" An Yurou felt a wave of anger rush to his heart, although this great desolate night was caused by manpower and could not last long, but as long as the night did not disperse, he could continue to draw vitality. Anyone who realizes this will no longer think that they have a chance to win. But the woman in front of him, knowing that she was not his opponent, still angered him again and again, which was simply extremely hateful! He decided to let the other party understand what it means to be unable to survive and die.

An Youlang took the initiative to launch an offensive against Ning Wanjun for the first time!

The tactics she used were exactly the ones she had used before—

Relying on a continuous attack to force the opponent to choose between death and dodge, each accumulation of injuries will eventually turn into irreversible defeat.

What's more, the pain caused by every wound now will leave a deep impression on the princess.

And Ning Wanjun did feel a huge pressure.

The iron hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and after many blocks, she began to lose some of the slippery barrels in her hands.

Her forehead, cheeks, neck, blood trickled from these ruptured wounds, mixed with sweat and moistened her chest.

This man is constantly improving.

The flaws in the previous rough moves have gradually been erased, and whether it is a chopping or stabbing grasp, the timing of the choice is becoming more and more fluid and reasonable. The two pairs of iron palms were like a weapon that opened the bow left and right, making her unable to guard against it.

If you put aside his identity, position and faction, he should also be a genius. Ning Wanjun thought secretly.

It's time to make a decision.

Ba Xingtian once told her that this kind of battle method is almost a sure way to win against an opponent whose overall strength is one level lower than herself, and the only way to break the game is to fight with your life.

Concentrate and leave no stone unturned!

Only by forcing the suppressors to give in first will it be possible to seize that opportunity!

Just as An Youlang stabbed at her with his five fingers together, Ning Wanjun withdrew his spear, stepped forward, and slammed into his palm, while handing out the gun with all his strength!

A flash of cold light -

Both of them froze in place at the same time.

The tip of the spear pierces through Yasuyuro's right chest and pierces his chest completely!

And An Youlang's palm also sank deep into Ning Wanjun's left shoulder.

The pain was so intense that she did everything she could to keep from snorting.

"Losing both sides and living to death, this is your way to break the game?" An Youlang couldn't help but grin, "Huh...... Hehe, Your Royal Highness Princess, have you been carried away by the pain, forgetting that the injuries I can bear are far from comparable to ordinary alchemists? Ordinary people would choose to back down because they don't want to die together, but I don't have such fears!"

Ning Wanjun coughed up blood foam, "Then why did you dodge three inches in the end?"

"Because you can't die right now. "I said that you would be the first piece of my collection to return to my homeland, but it will never be the one I cherish the most." ”

"Strange ......" Ning Wanjun let out a long breath, and the look in her eyes suddenly became much more relaxed.

"What's strange?" An Youlang couldn't help but be stunned.

"I've been talking to you for so long because I'm waiting for someone who can help me. What are you waiting for?" she asked, looking up.

Before the words fell, a sharp arrow shot straight at An Youlang's door with a whistling sound, and at the same time, Ning Wanjun let go of the spear and clasped the other party's arm into his shoulder with both hands!

This is a blow after Qiu Yue quietly approached, and the strength was even better than before!

It was too late to withdraw his hand to resist, An Youlang simply opened his mouth and bit down hard at the moment when the arrow flew!

The two front teeth were suddenly shattered, and a triangular slit was cut on both sides of his lip, but he still bit the arrow in his mouth.

Spat out bloody arrows and teeth, Yasuyuro roared at Akizuki, "That's it?

"Look at the other side. Ning Wanjun reminded.

A dazzling flame mixed with thousands of sparks appeared on the side of the yard, and the unnatural light stood out against the backdrop of the night.

An Yurou followed the light, only to see a towering black shadow looming behind the splashing sparks—it looked square, not like an evil spirit.

What is it?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, an unstoppable force pierced his waist from the side.

The process was so fast that An Yurou didn't even feel much pain.

His perspective spun.

Under the downward gaze of mid-air, he saw Ning Wanjun being swept down by a wave of qi, and saw the archer who had attacked him rushing towards the princess, as well as his own half-shattered body.