It's only been a little bit of effort, and it's been so much improved?

Yan Ming stared at and observed, and found that not only were there more Black Lotus Sect members below, but their positions were also exquisite, with hidden laws, faintly forming a formation.

The resonant sound that is cast seems to be different from before.

The result is a huge jump in effectiveness.

The voice of the secret art has been amplified by so many people, and it can actually have an impact on itself?

"Boom!"

With the sound of the air crackling, the frontal Divine Fist wrestler Wu Qian's fist slammed over.

Yan Ming's eyes were stunned, and his consciousness was already locked on the dragon rope and the rainstorm pear flower needle in his bag.

As long as they are close, these two things are very useful and can do miraculous things.

After receiving the fist that rained down, he was just about to approach, and the cangdove holy envoy who suddenly attacked from behind shouted.

"Be careful, don't get close, this kid has two very powerful secret weapons."

Yan Ming frowned.

It seems that the other party has inquired about the process of capturing a little red and treasure elephant last time, and has made preparations in advance.

Sure enough, Wu Qian kept his distance in response.

The dragon rope is powerful at close range and surprise, and once it is touched, it can automatically climb up.

But if it is thrown out at such a distance, if the other party is on guard, as long as he is determined to dodge, the rope thrown out will definitely not be able to catch up with the speed of a martial artist at this level.

Yan Ming's speed suddenly accelerated, and he quickly took the initiative to close the distance.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dense fist wind kept hitting him, and a large number of fist shadows appeared in the air.

The Holy Envoy of the Dove took the opportunity to sneak attack in the rear.

A treacherous and feminine internal force turned into sharp silk threads, winding towards Yan Ming.

Yan Ming just wanted to shake it away with his backhand, but the spiritual secret attack below made him slightly dizzy.

I have to say that the other party is extremely well prepared, and the means are wave after wave.

A master's fight, even a brief slight repercussion, can have very serious consequences.

Yan Ming's internal force surged, and the knife momentum expanded, separating the silk threads.

But the internal strength of this dove holy envoy is very strange, and when it comes into contact, it only feels obvious flexibility and viscosity.

Although Yan Ming swung away from the opponent's attack, most of his strength seemed to be sticky, and the internal force consumed was much higher than that of the opponent.

Leaving a small afterimage in the distance, dodging the punches coming from behind.

With a dashing turn in the air, Yan Ming took out the Qingxin Jade Dew Pill in his bag like lightning and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, a refreshing and cool meaning rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover.

Just now, I was slightly affected in my mind, and the slight stagnation brought about by it, and the dizziness disappeared instantly.

On the contrary, his ears and eyes are clear, and his combat awareness and reaction speed are more acute than before.

But Yan Ming was also amazed.

The Black Lotus Sect is indeed powerful, and spiritual secret techniques are already scarce in the martial arts world.

Not only does the other party have it, but after the increase in the number of people and formations, it can actually affect himself who is carrying the soul transfer technique.

Completely freed from the influence, Yan Ming's fighting spirit was great, and he rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Wu Qian.

The blood knife in his palm exuded a dazzling knife light, and Wu Qian's body was also tense to the limit, and many punches were punched in a second, and a little metallic color appeared on the surface of his body.

The rumbling sound of internal forces colliding and shattering is endless.

Between the standoffs, Yan Ming looked at the other party's position.

The Absolute Internal Force flowed out silently along the shadow of the sword, just emerging from the tip of the knife, instantly turning from invisible to tangible, condensing several cone-shaped attacks.

The third layer of Cone Dark is cast.

As soon as it came into contact with the strength shield condensed on the surface of Wu Qian's body, it invaded in an instant like a needle pricking tofu.

Wu Qian remembered the reminder of the Holy Envoy of the Cang Dove in his heart, and kept changing directions in the process of fighting against Yan Ming, trying to distance himself.

As soon as Ling Cone was dark, he even had a sense of crisis in his heart that he had met a nemesis!

Ling Zun's dark strength was already specialized in breaking through external skills, and Yan Ming improved to such a realm in a short period of time.

"Ahh

Wu Qian exclaimed, while retreating rapidly, internal force surged out, and in an instant, layers of protective force condensed on the surface of his body.

But Yan Ming's speed was much faster than him, and in an instant, his hand was already attached to his bag.

Before the dragon rope could rise, the attack of the dove holy envoy in the rear was close.

The intensity of the attack was greater than the previous ones, obviously to contain Yan Ming.

"Huh!"

Yan Ming abruptly abandoned Wu Qian, unexpectedly turned back to his body, and collided with the Holy Envoy of the Cang Dove.

At the same time, the dragon rope in his hand was swung out.

At the same time, several warriors had already emerged from the courtyard wall and looked inside.

"Ahh

A glimpse of the scene startled them all.

The battle was fierce, and they all happened to see the picture of Yan Ming and Wu Qian, a Divine Fist wrestler, fighting in close quarters.

"Where did you come from, you dare to fight the Black Lotus Sect alone, and you really mess up here!"

The knight at the head looked at it for a moment and made up his mind.

"Let's do it too!"

They were also here to deal with the Black Lotus Sect, and they originally planned to do it tonight, but they didn't want to let go of the opportunity in front of them.

As soon as the words fell, several warriors rushed towards Wu Qian, who was rapidly retreating.

Wu Qian desperately dodged, and Ling Chong's dark energy finally penetrated several layers of strength shields, and gradually weakened and dissipated.

But still gave him a small cut in the chest.

"Black Lotus thief, suffer death!"

The two warriors rushed behind Wu Qian's back and raised their swords to slash.

Just now they saw the inseparable picture of Yan Ming and Wu Li fighting, thinking that the other party was just an ordinary qi and blood realm.

But who knew that the blade reached the body, but it didn't break Wu Qian's body protection strength, but his weapon was bounced high, and he almost got out of his hand.

"Die!"

Wu Qian's fists came out together, directly blasting through the bodies of the two.

The two warriors didn't snort and were killed instantly!

"What!"

Whether it was the several warriors who followed later, or the leader of the knights and the woman holding the sword, they were all frightened by the scene in front of them.

According to the information they obtained, the Black Lotus Priest here is the Qi and Blood Realm Double Heaven, and the rest are some Second Refining and Third Refining Martial Artists.

They should be more than enough to deal with.

Where did this fierce guy come from?

Several warriors who wanted to come forward to besiege stopped their steps, their eyes full of fear.

Just now they saw Yan Ming fighting against him, and they had the illusion that I could do it.

But who would have thought that this was not the case at all!

With the same punch strength, Yan Ming can take it head-on, but when it comes to them, he will only be killed.

With a light touch, the gap is immediate.

Wu Qian glanced at a few people and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, who did I think it was, it turned out to be a little beast born by Wen Bingtai's old dog!"

"Demon, put your mouth respectful, I, Wen Xuan, want to eradicate your group of ...... today"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Rhino suddenly punched out, but the target was the beautiful woman next to him.

"There are also fine willow swords and stones such as swallows, today we have Yanfu."

Before the words fell, the woman could draw her sword, and a warrior in front of her was bombarded and killed.

The strong fist wind almost made her stand still.

Facing this group of warriors who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Wu Qian's murderous heart became great, and just as he wanted to rush in, he heard the voice of the cangdove holy envoy.

Turning his head sharply, he saw Yan Ming swing out a chain, automatically coil in the air a few times, and dip it into the body of the cangdove holy envoy.

At the same time, Yan Ming's rainstorm pear blossom needle was also buckled in his palm.

And he had already noticed a few martial artists who suddenly appeared and died suddenly, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Where did these dishes come from?"