The body that rushed forward was stopped by the cold white airflow, and the rest of the dragon was more than a zhang long and the body shook hard, and it slammed towards Yang Ning like a steel whip.

"Freeze!"

It was another slap of the Frozen Technique, and the long tail that shook at the dragon on it.

"Bang."

The dragon's tail collided with the white cold current, making a dull sound. The cold snap immediately dissipated, and the dragon's tail rebounded and slammed to the ground.

This battle seems to be evenly matched, but if someone takes a closer look, they will find that the earthy yellow dragon is a little dull in color, and its body is covered with a thin layer of mist.

After the dragon's tail landed on the ground, the yellow light on his body flashed, and with a 'snap', it shattered the cold current that sealed the Jiao's head, and then his body twisted, and he slid forward in an instant, opening his fangs and devouring Yang Ning's neck fiercely.

Yang Ning's footsteps faltered, flashed to the side, and at the same time, his right hand was raised, and the cold white mang was raised, and a cold current covering the four zhang range surged towards the Jiaolong, freezing the entire Jiaolong in an instant. The severe cold suddenly made the dragon's movements stiffen, the white mist around it continued to shrink to the inner center, and the biting cold continued to squeeze into the dragon's body.

It seems that he is extremely disgusted with this cold weather, and he seems to be extremely dissatisfied with being subject to this. The dragon raised its head to the sky and let out an angry roar, and the horn above its head lit up with a little yellow light, which became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling light. When this light was extremely bright, it swam down from the tip of the horn like a wave, and instantly flowed all over the dragon's body.

A powerful momentum 'boomed' at the moment, and it burst out in Jiaolong's body, reaching the level of the peak of the sixth rank of mortals, whether it was the cold qi squeezed into its body, or the cold current that continued to shrink inward around it, they were all forced to disperse by this momentum, and Yang Ning's 'Freezing Technique' was instantly cracked.

The dragon that broke the 'Freezing Technique' seemed to have paid a huge price, the three-zhang long body was reduced to two zhang, the thick body was also shrunk by a circle, the earthy yellow color on the body became a lot darker, and the momentum emitted had dropped a step, only the appearance of the fourth level of mortals.

However, even so, the dragon's ferocity was still undiminished, standing up half of its body high, its fist-sized eyes staring at Yang Ning with a fierce light, and the scarlet snake letter swallowed in its big mouth.

The next moment, the monstrous and huge Jiao head devoured Yang Ning like lightning, but this time it was not to bite with its oozing fangs, but to use the hardest single horn of its body to stab Yang Ning like a javelin.

"Hey, the speed is a little slower, and the power feels weaker."

Sliding back slightly, Yang Ning's body floated out, and his eyes never left the dragon's body, and he noticed that the dragon's current state, as well as the speed and strength of the attack, were much weaker than at the beginning.

Looking at the sharp corners that came from the stabbing sky, he raised his hand and made another 'ice sealing technique'. The biting cold current swept upwards and greeted Jiaotou. All of a sudden, the hideous head was frozen in mid-air, and a layer of crystal ice crystals rose on the dragon's body. The dragon that swooped down suddenly lost all its momentum and fell to the ground with a 'crackle'.

The dragon that fell to the ground exploded into irregular blocks of ice of different sizes like broken glass, and a trace of earthy yellow mist rose in each block of ice and slowly gathered in the middle. In the snap of his fingers, these gathered mist once again formed a dragon and appeared in front of Yang Ning.

However, the aura fluctuations emitted by this newly formed Jiaolong were only at the level of the third level of mortal products. And the body size and body length have also been greatly reduced, similar to ordinary pythons.

Yang Ning also saw some clues in these fighting methods, the spell formed by the talisman will only be the strongest when it is just formed, and it will gradually weaken with the time of use, if you launch some kind of big move, the aura consumption of the talisman will be greater, and when the aura of the talisman is exhausted, the talisman should be invalid. Moreover, the talisman does not have the ability to automatically absorb aura to replenish consumption, and the attack method is rigid, not as flexible as a real person using spells.

After using nearly a pillar of incense, Yang Ning, who had roughly understood the effect of the talisman, felt that there was no need to continue to spend time on it, and after swinging two 'ice sealing techniques' in a row, the dragon formed by the talisman finally ran out of spiritual energy, and exploded into pieces of paper and scattered in the air.

In fact, if Yang Ning had urged all his strength to attack at the beginning, with his mortal grade seventh-level cultivation, it would not take so much time to break the talisman, but this was his first time fighting, and he didn't do his best to understand the effect of the talisman, so he would delay it for so long.

Just like that, Zhu Hu and the two ran wildly and escaped thirty or forty zhang away. The grade of this talisman is still a little lower, far from being able to stop Yang Ning, if there are ten or eight at the same time, even if it can't cause harm to Yang Ning, it can still drag Yang Ning and let the two of them escape smoothly.

However, not to mention activating ten or eight talismans at the same time, even if Zhu Hu activates two talismans at the same level, it will drain his essence and blood, and it will kill him immediately.

"Hmph, do you think you'll be able to run away like this? Dream! ”

Looking up at the two people running in front of him, Yang Ning smiled coldly, moved his footsteps, and chased after him like an arrow.

Zhu Hu, who used the essence blood to induce the talisman and lost nearly half of his spirit, ran a little staggering, and his speed was much slower, just such a distance, he was a little out of breath, and finally he had to be supported by the thief to barely maintain a certain speed to escape.

Yang Ning was extremely fast, dodging several times in a row, and approached behind them in no time.

At this point, Zhu Hu's face was dead. In addition, the bandit laughed miserably and said to Zhu Hu:

"Boss, this time we planted it! I didn't expect to hunt geese all my life, but I pecked the geese. Hehe......"

"You two go down with your brothers!"

Chasing them to a distance of less than five zhang behind them, Yang Ning raised his palm, and a 'Freezing Technique' was struck, and a white cold current swept towards the two people in front of him.

Feeling the deadly chill behind them, Zhu Hu and the others closed their eyes in despair.

"This friend asks his subordinates to be merciful and let him live."

At the moment when Zhu Hu and the others gave up fleeing for their lives and were about to wait for death, a neutral voice sounded beside them, which undoubtedly sounded like a natural voice to them, the best they had ever heard in their lives.

"Bang"

A dull crashing sound sounded behind him, and an earthen wall more than three long and more than three long and high suddenly rose between Zhu Hu and the cold current, blocking the cold current. The moment the two intersected, the rising earthen wall suddenly turned into pieces of spars scattered on the ground, and the deadly chill that was pressing over also dissipated.

Zhu Hu and the others opened their eyes, only to see a middle-aged man in his forties, of medium height, with a short beard, leopard eyes, and a faint trace of evil on his body, staring behind them with a somewhat solemn expression.

"Master! Why are you here too? ”

"I've seen the Immortal Chief! Xie Xianchang's life-saving grace. ”

Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhu Hu and the two hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"You said you asked me to spare the two of them, why? They kill people and set fires, kill innocents, and their crimes are so heinous, why should they be spared? ”

Carefully looking at the middle-aged man who appeared in front of him, he noticed that this person had a mortal sixth-level cultivation, Yang Ning didn't dare to be too careless, ran the exercises, secretly prepared the spells, and asked loudly.

"Hehe, my name is Wen Guanglu, a disciple of the outer sect of the Charm Sect. The two of them are the registered disciples and subordinates of my Norvi Dynasty: Talisman Sect. Assigned by the mission of the sect to lurk in the Zhennan Dynasty to act at the opportunistic level. As for your friend, the murder and arson you mentioned was just killing some ordinary mortals, and it was not a big deal, so why should you bother to investigate it, friend? ”

The middle-aged man was unimpressed by Yang Ning's questioning, and felt that becoming a monk was out of the ordinary and superior to others. It's just a matter of killing a few ordinary mortals.