The young man's figure had stepped out from behind the stone pillar, and once again stood opposite Huen.

Since the sword is chasing people, any obscuration is useless. Only by moving can you escape.

His gaze was preoccupied with the hand on the hilt of the sword, and Ning Jian released a spirit pattern phantom.

"Protection!"

The gluttonous phantom wrapped the boy in it, and it was still the most superficial spirit tattoo trick.

Looking at the phantom shadow that emitted a faint green glow, Hunn was definitely quite surprised.

"Three-grade spirit pattern?"

In his opinion, if Ning Jian was able to cross the level and kill those two Jinyang Sect masters, it should be at least a fifth-grade spirit pattern, or even higher. The facts in front of him made him wonder why that person would pay attention to a young man with a three-grade spirit pattern.

If you can't figure it out, then keep trying.

This time, as soon as Hu Enjue's five fingers exerted force, Ning Jian noticed it for the first time.

"Earthquake waves!"

The same move, if the crowd of onlookers heard it at this moment, I am afraid that they would have to fall to the ground again for fear of being affected.

Ning Jian's style was naturally no more powerful than Ning Duwu who fell from the sky at that time, and his power was weakened too much. As the gluttonous phantom was activated, all the stone bricks on the ground around him were flipped and splashed in all directions.

The sword light was already approaching, but it encountered a fragment of stone that flew into the air.

Boom!

With the sound of explosion, the stone bricks turned into dust.

This also bought Ning Jian time, the aura under his feet gushed out, and his body flew out sideways.

A few strands of hair broke and scattered, but Ning Jian was safe and sound.

Although there was a suspicion of cheating, Ning Jian still dodged this third knife.

It's just that this time, Hu Enjue's knife was tightly retracted into the sheath, leaving no gaps.

"Sickness. ”

Feeling the approaching killing machine behind him, Ning Jian didn't think about pouring all the aura into his back, and at the same time lowered his body and threw himself forward to the ground.

Shhh

The sound of tearing clothes sounded again, and Ning Jian only felt a heartache coming from behind him. Even if he couldn't see it, he could perceive a large piece of flesh on his back that had been peeled off.

Where did the sword light come from?

Hu Enjue's voice gave the answer: "The third knife, the return blade." ”

Ning Jian never thought that this third knife could actually return!

With one knife or two blows, there is nowhere to hide.

If Ning Jian hadn't been vigilant enough, he would have been in a different place just now.

"Yes, you're the only one in the tattoo stage to take my third sword. ”

Hu Enjue's approval did not make the boy happy, he only knew that the fourth sword would come sooner or later.

"I have a proposal, let's go out and fight. You slash after knife, I'm afraid that this mountain temple will collapse before the winner can be decided. ”

Ning Jian said these words suddenly, and Hu Enjue frowned.

"Don't worry, Dongshun's poison hasn't been solved yet, and I won't run. ”

I don't know what Hu Enjue thinks in his heart, so he nodded after a moment.

The two walked out of the temple gate one after the other, and the blood from the wound on Ning Jian's back dripped to the ground.

In the night, the two people standing opposite each other were farther away than before. The mountain breeze at night blows, mixed with the fragrance of several flowers, which belongs to the breath of spring.

Perhaps it was because of Hu En's murderous intention, there was no sound of birds and insects around the mountain temple, and there was a strange tranquility, only the sound of leaves flapping on the branches.

This time, without waiting for the other party's hand to touch the handle of the knife, Ning Jian made a move first.

"Earthquake waves!"

Hu En thought to himself, how can this kid go back and forth with this trick, isn't it a poor donkey?

Just an instantaneous change was made.

Hu Enjue's vision was obstructed by the churning dust, and Ning Jian's figure was lost in front of him.

Looking at the dirt beneath his feet, Huon understood.

The temple is paved with stone bricks, and the broken stone bricks are also large particles of gravel and gravel. The dirt outside is already floating in the dry spring. The same move of the boy shook the ground, and when placed outside, it could raise a considerable amount of dust, enough to completely block the view.

Still in the way of this kid.

Within a diameter of three feet, there were bursts of thumping sounds from different directions. Hu En knew that this was Ning Jian's constant dodging and changing directions while ensuring that the dust did not fall.

But in vain.

Huon didn't rely on his eyes at all, but he paid great attention to spreading his spiritual sense, searching and tracking in this dust.

As long as the qi machine locked on Ning Jian, his fourth knife would be unsheathed.

The consummate happened right now, and as the sound of stepping on the ground suddenly stopped, Hu En completely lost the trace of Ning Jian's aura.

The dust had not yet cleared, and the only explanation was that Ning Jian took the initiative to restrain all the aura.

As a Spirit Pattern Cultivator, in the face of such a strong enemy, he actually withdrew all his spiritual energy! I have to say that Ning Jian's actions were the only time Hu En's life had ever seen him.

Of course, the effect was also immediate, and Ning Jian successfully dodged the opponent's qi lock.

But what's the point? Sooner or later, the dust will fall to the ground, and it is better to defend the square inch than to delay for some time.

Procrastination?

At this moment, his companion was still suffering from the pain of the spirit Gu in the temple, and Hu Enjue pointed out at the beginning that there was less than an hour left, and it was impossible for Ning Jian to do this sluggish plan.

While Hu was still wondering, the wind rose outside the eastern city.

A southerly wind blows in the night, and the mountain temple sits north and faces south.

With the light blowing of the wind, the dust began to slowly drift towards the door of the mountain temple. At the same time, two heavy stampedes sounded in it, one far away and one near, in the direction of the temple.

"Good boy, it turns out that I want to turn the tiger away from the mountain!"

Indeed, instead of fighting Hu En in the realm of tattoo masters without any chance of victory, it is better to change his mind and save his companion first.

How could Hu En do what Ning Jian wished, his five fingers clenched the hilt of the knife, and the fourth knife was drawn without hesitation.

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and it slashed in the direction where the sound came from without hindrance.

Wrong!

Hu Enjue's knife was swung out, and there was no bloodstain on the ground, and no figure flew out, only the clay sculpture of the mountain god in the mountain temple was hit and fell apart.

At this moment, at the original location of the dust center outside the temple, Ning Jian's figure rushed out.

The boy was barefoot, and he was still clutching something in his hands. All the spiritual energy under his feet gathered and approached Hu Enjue as fast as he could.

Hu Enjue's fourth sword was exhausted, and in the face of this sudden attack, he could only barely return the knife to defend himself.

Ning Jian's left palm slapped on the back of the knife, and Hu En never felt any impact.

It's a false move!

Ning Jian's right hand was the main attack, and the first three swords accumulated in his body had been integrated and unified by the gluttonous spirit pattern, and a fierce punch slammed into Hu Enjue's wrist that held the scabbard.

The numbness from the impact stretched from his wrists to his shoulders, but Hunn didn't let go.

What's even more unexpected is that Ning Jian actually grabbed a handful of dust in his hand and scattered it on Hu Enjue's face.

Ning Jian's blow was indeed strange and unpredictable, but after all, the person in front of him was a tattoo master-level master. The biggest difference with Ning Jian is that Hu En will never take off.

The center of gravity of the body leaned back, the ground was lightly touched under the feet, and the whole person floated backwards like a feather. Standing in the air required a lot of aura, and after pulling enough distance to reach Huenju, he fell to the ground.

Ning Jian did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, his goal had been achieved.