I have to say that Ning Jian's fighting style has always been like this, unlike the orthodox Spirit Pattern Monk, who is obsessed with aura duels.

As long as it works, use it.

As killers, men have always been unscrupulous. At this point, the two are somewhat like-minded.

"Don't make any more moves. Ning Jian said to Sun Wanyan behind him.

Standing in the position of a killer, a duel with Ning Jian is a trade-off. But at this moment, both of them knew Sun Wanyan's identity as a spirit tattoo warrior, and if it really developed into a situation of one enemy and two enemies, then it would be a trade-off to kill Sun Wanyan first.

"Boy, I'm getting more and more fond of you. The killer said coldly.

Ning Jian contracted his neck muscles to stop the bleeding, "Someone said that a while ago, but he still died. ”

"Hehe, I can't see that you are young and have ..... on your hands"

Riot!

The killer still chose Sun Wanyan.

This was also expected by Ning Jian.

Several finger-thick silver threads flew out of the ground that had been laid in ambush for a long time, and entangled the man's feet.

Ning Jian came later, and the gluttonous phantom appeared, striking a vicious bear to shake the tree, and the front paws were sharp and blasted out five spiritual qi blades.

The man dodged four ways, leaving a deep blood mark on his chest.

"You!" the killer glared.

A moment ago, when Ning Jian was persuading Sun Wanyan not to make a move, the gesture behind his back was 'beware of preparation'.

Words cannot be trusted, let alone enemies.

The man moved the spirit pattern to his feet, and broke free from the entanglement of silver threads like a snake shedding its skin.

At this time, Ning Jian is on the left, and Sun Wanyan is on the right, how to choose.

"Melt Pattern!"

Zhu Yeqing quickly drilled into the man's mouth, and then saw that his whole body was fluctuating, and his body was undergoing amazing changes.

Layers of scales appeared on the surface of the skin, facial muscles twisted and wriggled, and a pair of eyes were extremely slender. The upper and lower teeth in the mouth become sharp and protruding. The whole person was lying cross-legged on the ground like a snake, with only his head erect.

"This is also the move of the Tattoo Perfection?" is not mentioned at all in the Imperial Spirit Formula.

The man, it should be said that he was a snake man, and the lightning snake walked in front of Ning Jian. swept his leg with a blow, but was blocked by Ning Jian's standing arm. returned a punch, but the fist could not find a force point on its scale armor body, and slid away directly.

Ning Jian turned his heart sideways, and the rain-like fists continued to blast towards him.

The snake man ignored it at all, and nine points of his strength were unloaded, and Ning Jian was just playing brute force and swinging his fist.

Baring his sharp fangs, he bites down on his throat again.

The ape splits and hangs!

Ning Jian clasped his palms together, facing the snake man's face without evading.

The fangs cut through the palm of the hand, and the palm struck the snake's neck. The snake man's movements were slightly sluggish, Ning Jian transferred the damage to the soles of his feet, and the whole person did not retreat but advanced, and slapped out with five palms.

In a short period of time, the two parties continued to exchange injuries, and no one could help anyone.

"Boy, do you feel weak and weak, and your limbs are sore?"

The snake man was right, although Ning Jian had a gluttonous spirit pattern to absorb most of his injuries, but every time he clashed, he had to tear a piece of flesh and skin, and his blood was constantly draining.

Ning Jian didn't speak, and continued to fight for his life.

On the side, Sun Wanyan looked at the young man who was soaked in blood, and he was also manipulating the silver thread to try to help. But the silver thread couldn't wrap itself around the scaly man at all.

At this time, Ning Jian's breath was not working properly, and his body was slightly frustrated. The snake man seized the opportunity and bit him on the waist.

The young man's eyes did not panic, but his eyes flashed.

The five fingers into a claw clasped three inches under the snake man's right ribs, stirring up all the aura.

"Stacking Impact!"

Wave after wave of aura impact slammed into the snake man's body, but because the five fingers were buckled into the gap in the scale armor, he couldn't get out of it at all.

This move is a melee version created by Ning Jian according to his own situation, drawing on the heavy waves of the river and Yinbei. It was also the first time that the attack power transmitted into the body was divided into several strands and released in order.

Under the impact of heavy aura, the snake man was seriously injured in an instant.

"You .........." looked at Ning Jian in disbelief.

"I've slapped you in a total of seventy-one slaps, and only this position has never hit you. ”

The snake has seven inches, and the snake man must have a life.

The snake man who relied on the scale armor to protect himself always avoided this attack, and the reason is self-evident, this is where the fate lies.

The door of life has been broken, and there is no way to save it.

"Ahem..... Cough..... Still reluctantly. "The scales on the surface of the man's body began to fall off.

"Can you tell me how these changes .....," Ning Jian asked.

The man looked at Ning Jian in surprise, laughed in a blink of an eye, and couldn't stop coughing in his mouth.

"You don't know how many inches you have just now? Haha, it's very interesting. It seems that your master is unwilling to reveal it too early, for fear of distracting you. ”

Ning Jian did not shy away from the position of the two of them not dying, "I would like to hear it in detail." ”

"It's nothing new, you'll find out sooner or later. ”

A man is dying, and his words are good.

As the man spoke eloquently, Ning Jian realized that the word Fusion Pattern was the true posture of the Spirit Pattern Cultivator. The body and the spirit pattern are further fused, showing all kinds of magical powers, and the characteristics of the spirit pattern are brought into full play. But this is only available to the Spirit Tattoo Master at the beginning.

At this stage, the external phantom of a spirit pattern warrior like Ning Jian completely relies on spiritual energy simulacrums to fight, and in the eyes of real cultivators, it is tantamount to a child's dancing knife is difficult to achieve.

He fought against this man for life and death, and he landed crookedly on the ground but had the appearance of a real monk, and all he lacked was a real melt tattoo.

The second young master said that the martial arts stage must not be relaxed, invite the best physical master, and endure a thousand hardships that are incomprehensible to ordinary people, all in preparation.

In this way, the Spirit Tattoo Master just stepped into the threshold of cultivation with one foot, and he didn't even see half a point inside the door. From the first to the ninth stage of the Spirit Tattoo Priest, everything in the past was illusory and unreal.

If the world knew that the awakening of the spiritual pattern in their eyes was just a martial artist with some good-looking tricks, I don't know how they would feel.

Ning Jian couldn't help but sigh when he thought of what Ning Duwu had done after he was promoted to Spirit Pattern Master, the humble bending of the entire city, and the oppressive power in the gatehouse.

The ninth stage of the man's tattoo is complete, and the phantom of the spirit pattern has almost condensed. Even so, there are big drawbacks to forcibly casting the melt pattern, and there will be a glimmer of life.

"Thank you very much. Ning Jian bowed in an orderly manner, but the wounds around his body were torn, and the blood gradually stained.

"Then you might as well be kinder and tell me who is behind the scenes? You won't survive the sunset anyway. ”

It was useless to force the dead, Ning Jian only hoped to extract some useful information from his mouth.

"I said before that it was to live more comfortably, you should understand. ”

Ning Jian was puzzled and looked at the dying man in front of him.

"I'm not alone, I have to make some plans. After saying this, the man smiled evilly.

This smile shocked Ning Jian's eyes to explode.

"Be careful!"

Before Ning Jian's call arrived, the short sword, to be precise, Zhu Yeqing, which was infused with essence blood, had already arrived in front of Sun Wanyan.

A line of blue light passed through the body, and the spirit sword collapsed and returned to heaven and earth.

A delicate red flower, blooming on the chest, brilliant.

The man finally closed his eyes in peace.