Chapter 2 A Desperate Battle
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Nangong Feiyu roared angrily: "If you dare to touch a hair of her, I won't let you go." ”
Nangong Jianhua retorted: "I don't dare, you don't even have a chance to be a ghost now, will I be afraid of you?"
Ruohua pulled Nangong Feiyu's arm and said weakly: "Don't be angry, he is deliberately angry with you." Don't worry, he won't dare touch me. ”
Nangong Jianhua was furious when he heard this, and said sharply: "I don't dare to touch you? ”
Ruohua glared at Nangong Jianhua and said coldly: "If you dare to touch me, prepare two coffins by yourself, one for me, and the other for yourself." ”
Nangong Jianhua was anxious, and when he was about to refute, Yuan Tianba on the side suddenly interjected: "It's important to get down to business, kill Nangong Feiyu first, so as not to have too many dreams at night." ”
Nangong Jianhua said conceitedly: "Don't worry, this is the Lost Soul Forest in the Lost Forest, and no one will trespass." Before I kill him, I want to humiliate him. ”
Nangong Feiyu paid attention to the situation nearby, he was currently on the edge of the Lost Soul Forest, less than three hundred zhang away from the Iron Flame Ridge.
This distance can be reached with just one call, but unfortunately it is too late.
With a bitter smile, Nangong Feiyu gave up the ** escape, stared at Nangong Jianhua with sharp eyes, and said sharply: "You chase and kill all the way, if you want me to die, you are not afraid that the matter will be exposed and punished?"
Nangong Jianhua laughed and said: "The matter is revealed? Do you think I will be afraid? Back then, you were a peerless genius among the young generation of the Nangong family, and you cultivated to the realm of martial souls at the age of ten, and you can be called the first person in the Nangong family for thousands of years, and you have collected thousands of favors in one, what kind of glory is that? At that time, you showed off your martial arts, and you couldn't live forever, how could you have taken us seriously. However, God has eyes, since you have cultivated to the realm of martial souls, you have not made an inch of progress for ten consecutive years, your reputation has plummeted, and you have become the voice of the Nangong family, and you have been ridiculed since then. Now, you are already recognized as a wasted person, but you still have no self-knowledge, and you occupy Xu Ruohua beside you. Don't you know the truth that the husband is not guilty and is guilty of his sin?"
Nangong Feiyu laughed angrily: "In the final analysis, you are jealous that I was stronger than you at the beginning, jealous that I got Ruohua, but you didn't get anything." ”
Nangong Jianhua said calmly: "Well said, we are indeed jealous of you, and even more jealous of you." So we have been planning for a long time, and finally we have waited for today, waiting for this opportunity. At the beginning, because of your amazing performance, your family was greatly valued and your status was greatly improved. Now, ten years later, you have not made any progress, and your father has lost power because of it. Even if I kill you, with your father's status in the Nangong family, I can't help me. ”
Nangong Feiyu retorted: "If you really can't help it, why do you have to be so careful?"
Nangong Jianhua snorted: "The reason why I am scheming is nothing more than to take into account the rules of the Nangong family, and I must not kill each other within the jurisdiction of the Nangong family." Now that you have fled to the vicinity of the Iron Flame Ridge, as long as you cross the Iron Flame Ridge, it will no longer be the Nanyang Realm, but the Flame Desolation Realm. Even if I kill you, I won't violate the rules of the Nangong family. ”
Nangong Feiyu laughed angrily: "Sure enough, it's all deliberate, and even if you think about these things so carefully, aren't you afraid of heaven's curse?"
Nangong Jianhua said disdainfully: "Damnation, that's an excuse for useless people." Now that the nonsense is over, you can obediently suffer death. ”
With a wave of his hand, the three middle-aged men behind Nangong Jianhua shot out, and came to Nangong Feiyu in the blink of an eye.
Ten years ago, Nangong Feiyu cultivated to the realm of martial arts as a ten-year-old child, shocked the world in one fell swoop, and became a peerless genius that the Nangong family has never encountered in a thousand years.
Now ten years have passed, Nangong Feiyu is still in the realm of martial arts, which is not only strange, but also ridiculed, and has become the fatal reason for his defeat.
Nangong Jianhua is now a peak-level martial arts realm, Yuan Tianba is a martial emperor, and the three middle-aged men are also in the martial soul realm, it is too easy to kill a Nangong Feiyu.
Nangong Feiyu knows this, but unfortunately he has no way out, and he has no choice but to face it.
Letting go of Xu Ruohua, who was seriously injured in his arms, Nangong Feiyu's handsome face revealed a look of vicissitudes, he was only twenty years old and he was the most proud age in his life, but now he was facing the threat of death.
"I will make you regret it. ”
Standing up straight, Nangong Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, raging flames appeared around him, and a tragic aura of a strong man breaking his wrist rushed straight into the sky.
"Die, boy. ”
With a cold snort, the three middle-aged men attacked at the same time, and the people were interspersed like phantoms, and countless fists were like flames, constantly accumulating and changing in the small space, forming a red cloud of fire.
The speed of the three masters was amazing, and they shuttled back and forth hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, sending out thousands of fist shadows.
Nanyang belongs to the jurisdiction of the Burning Sun Temple, and all the cultivation is the method of the most yang and the strongest, marked by the flame.
The Nangong family is the first family in Nanyang, one of the five major families in the Cloud Desolate Continent, with huge power and masters, mainly the fire trick of Yang to Gang.
Nangong Feiyu is a disciple of the Nangong family, and his cultivation is also the Agni Technique, and his cultivation is in the realm of intermediate martial spirits.
The three middle-aged men are all subordinates of the Nangong family, and their cultivation is between the intermediate martial soul and the high-level martial soul, and their strength is still above Nangong Feiyu, and three to one is nine out of ten.
Dodging quickly, Nangong Feiyu's face was filled with grief and indignation, and his mouth roared again and again, but his strength was not good, and under the siege of the three masters, there was no room for resistance at all.
However, Nangong Feiyu did not give up, although his cultivation realm is not high, but he is a peerless genius that the Nangong family has not encountered for a thousand years, and he is definitely better than many people in terms of enlightenment and wisdom.
Xu Ruohua sat on the ground weakly, her eyes widened, and she looked at Nangong Feiyu intently, her beautiful face was full of worry.
Xu Ruohua is also in the realm of martial arts, knowing the strength of both sides, although she prays for God to bless Nangong Feiyu, she knows in her heart that the outcome of this battle has long been doomed, and it is nothing more than the length of time to delay.
With vicissitudes and worries, Xu Ruohua has no escape, although she knows the ending and doesn't want it to be like that, she still can't help but look forward to a miracle.
Nangong Feiyu's face was gloomy, his eyes narrowed into a slit, his body quickly whirled and dodged, and he was secretly looking for a gap to counterattack.
Nangong Jianhua and Yuan Tianba watched the battle from the sidelines, with a sneer on their faces, they knew Nangong Feiyu's strength well, and they were not worried that he would be able to turn things around.
In the stalemate, time passed slowly.