Most of the golden light on Wang De's body took the initiative to dissipate, and it seemed that it would take a lot of consumption to maintain the state of being able to fight against Wei Ling.

After Wei Ling stood up, he looked at Yang Ming, and even felt a little fear in his heart.

A blood-red true qi rose to the sky, and under this gloomy sky, it was like a demon god who sent eternal calamity.

Yang Ming's blade suddenly slashed out, the blood light was bright, Wei Ling raised his big knife to block it, but he was pushed back a few steps by Yang Ming's fierce force, and fell deeper into the mud.

Wei Ling grinned at the corners of his mouth, as if he had finally met an opponent who could fight him, holding Jiang Ling'er's sword with his left arm and broadsword with his right hand.

"Yang Ming, be careful, this person is good at fighting in the army, and he must be proficient in swordsmanship, don't ignore the left-handed sword because he is proficient in swordsmanship. Wang De forced his voice into a line and told Yang Ming what he already knew.

Yang Ming nodded slightly, even though the movement was already slight to the extreme, Wei Ling still found out, and at the moment when Yang Ming nodded his head and raised his head again, the left sword and the right sword were killed together.

The white light on Yang Ming's sword flashed, and the Wuji Sword Dao had already been used, and the white light and red light on the Dragon King Sword were mixed, and the murderous aura was soaring.

Yang Ming first blocked Wei Ling's broadsword, and used the knife as the axis to half-turn his body to bypass Wei Ling's broadsword, and the long sword had already stabbed in front of him, as if it was inevitable.

The depths of Yang Ming's eyes suddenly glowed with golden light, and his "courage" had already been used, and he faced Wei Ling's long sword.

Wei Ling only felt that the long sword pierced Yang Ming's clothes, and then it was difficult to enter, but Yang Ming almost got rid of it. Wei Ling said in his heart that this person had so many means, it was even more difficult than the ghost just now.

Yang Ming knew that courage was only three seconds, and for ordinary people, it might only be two breaths. Take advantage of the courage to protect yourself, take a deep breath, and when you exhale again, the true qi on your body has already gushed out.

Wei Ling was only stunned for a moment, and the big knife was waved like a windmill to cut Yang Ming's neck, Yang Ming resisted hard, and only a white mark appeared on his neck. Yang Ming's right arm went straight in, Wei Ling's arm pressed down, pressing on the back of the Dragon King's knife, and the half of his body pressed down as if he was going to directly press the knife and Yang Ming behind the knife into the muddy water.

Three seconds passed in a flash, and at a moment when his courage was about to disappear, Yang Ming's head was raised back, and when he avoided the big knife in Wei Ling's hand, it seemed that he was accidentally pressed by Wei Ling's knife.

Wei Ling laughed, his eyes flashed with hideousness, and he raised his big sword again and clenched his long sword, just about to hit Yang Ming's head with the next blow.

Wang De on the side was nervous when he saw it, and the golden light was shining. Yang Changlin, who had finally managed to get up from the muddy water, also shouted, but he was weak and difficult to rush out again. Jiang Ling'er on the other side also struggled to get up, but suddenly saw that the corners of Yang Ming's mouth seemed to rise.

Yang Ming's neck rattled, and his body turned to the right like this. The extreme control of the first two layers of the Yuan Jue's cultivation realm allowed Yang Ming's body to writhe at will, and this time it was obvious that Wei Ling was expecting, Wei Ling's big knife was ready to be quickly chopped, but he was accidentally stood in front of him by Yang Ming again.

Wei Ling is very tall, so a fist that can usually hit someone else's head can only hit him in the chest.

Yang Ming's left fist was almost full force, and the punch was no weaker than Wang De's punch. Wei Ling's ribs were broken in response, but fortunately, he had already wrapped them in true qi, so he would not affect his actions now.

Just when Wei Ling was rejoicing that this punch was not unbearable, he suddenly felt a pain in his left abdomen, and the true qi of his whole body almost went wrong, and it seemed that there was one air pocket missing.

Wei Ling looked down and saw that Yang Ming's flaming fist had already pierced his abdomen.

His right hand must have been injured a lot......

Immediately after, the pain rushed to the top of Wei Ling's head, the pain of the flesh and blood breaking and the pain of the sudden stagnation of the true qi, coupled with the feeling of burning fire, Yang Ming's special true qi tearing the flesh and blood, all kinds of pain came up together, even a ruthless person like Wei Ling could not bear it.

After Wei Ling met Xu Qingzhong, he must have chatted, Yang Ming used a knife almost all the time in battle, giving people the illusion that he would only use a knife, and after taking the knife in his hand, he would show others a significantly more fierce fist.

"Ah......h

As long as Yang Ming is solved, he will have a chance, and he will have a chance......

There was a sound of gold and iron, and a small dagger less than a foot long. It was Yang Ming who took out the dagger that Jiang Ling'er had inserted before when he pierced Wei Ling's abdomen just now, although his right hand could not move again, but it was still possible to use his true qi to send the dagger into his hand.

Wei Ling was completely powerless, only feeling that he couldn't move a little, and his eyes began to spread.

Yang Ming slowly raised his head, and his eyes finally calmed down.

The dagger in his left hand was raised for two seconds, and the red light condensed into a blood-colored jade-like state in the dagger, and when the dagger was swung down, it sounded like thunder.

The red light covered Yang Ming's eyes, pushing Wei Ling back far again, and he was cut from his throat to his lower abdomen, and there were countless impact injuries all over his body.

When Wei Ling was dying, he returned to the light and handed out the big knife, although the speed became very slow.

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes glanced at it, and most of the True Qi Bar on the side had been consumed, although a set of combos had a remarkable effect, but this consumption was even unbearable for ordinary Qi Realm martial artists.

47/100, should be enough.

Yang Ming's left hand was straightened, and the tip of the dagger was aimed at Wei Ling, the corners of Wei Ling's eyes cracked, and he couldn't see very clearly. However, driven by instinct, he still raised his broadsword to try to block.

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth smiled slightly, and the dagger in his hand was held back and he stretched out two fingers to point at Wei Ling, the red light flashed in his hand, and a light bullet shot out.

Arcane shooting.

The red light hit Wei Ling's shoulder, losing the protection of his true qi, and most of Wei Ling's shoulder was shattered with a loud bang, and Wei Ling also completely lay down in the muddy water, unable to move at all.

"......Huh" exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, and the hot pain spread from the right hand again, this time the rapid victory mainly relied on the protection of courage and his unknown fierce fists, but the right hand is always injured is not a thing, then you can't always beat someone, just go find Liu Fengfeng.

But this time it's okay, Yang Ming feels it carefully, Neidan is still transporting true qi, that's good, at least he can recover on his own, otherwise it would be really stupid to go here and go back to Tiema Town.

Yang Changlin was already exhausted, and when he saw Wei Ling being knocked down by Yang Ming, his heart was relaxed, and he fell straight behind him.

Ah Fu crawled over with a roll, just behind Yang Changlin, preventing him from lying into the muddy water as high as Ah Fu's waist with all his body, and it was too embarrassing for a dignified qi warrior to drown in muddy water.

Yang Changlin tilted his head slightly, his eyes were grateful, but he couldn't say anything in his mouth.

Wang De told Pu Qingling that he could ventilate quickly, but it would affect him less in battle. Pu Qingling realized at this time that it was better to breathe slowly and wait until he couldn't hold it at all, it was better to breathe in and out directly, which would help Wang De more.

Yang Ming felt the steady flow of power from the Inner Danli into his body, which was quickly digested, and most of it was immersed in all parts of his body, spreading everywhere in the flesh and blood veins, and then he was immediately converging into true qi by the twitching of his meridian qi points. The other part is slowly absorbed by the right arm, and the pain is slowly reducing.

"Is he dead?" Jiang Ling'er stood up with force, and there was still blood at the corner of her mouth.

Yang Ming turned to look at Jiang Ling'er, frowned, walked over and pressed his index finger against Jiang Ling'er's shoulder, and the blood-colored true qi entered her body a lot, slowly warming Jiang Ling'er.

"It's supposed to be dead, or not dead right now but about to die. ”

Wei Ling had a wound on his body that had broken the air pockets, one shoulder was broken like a pile of rotten meat, and he was still lying in the muddy water, his body had been completely polluted, even if there was still true qi in the meridians, it would be difficult to remove the sludge. Not to mention that there is no way to breathe underwater, at this time, the thunder and rain between the heavens and the earth are like beads, and the aura is also a mess, itself for the monks who have turned into qi and have not practiced the gods, the heaven and earth itself at this time is a cage, so that they dare not easily incorporate the aura into the body. And Yang Ming had a great advantage in this regard compared to Wei Ling, and even all the Terran cultivators. As a method of demon cultivation, the source recipe itself is to differentiate qi and blood from the essence of the body and turn it into true qi. Whether there is heaven and earth aura or not is not a hindrance for Yang Ming at all, and it is also a method for foreign beasts and demon cultivators to defeat the human race.

"Yang Ming, where did you learn this magic power?" Wang De saw that Pu Qingling's oranges were not injured, raised his hand and pulled Yang Changlin to the carriage, first pulled the horse out with both hands, and then lifted the carriage, and then sighed Yang Ming's secret technique shooting.

"This ...... It's just a little trick......"

Wang De was speechless, in the Three Kingdoms of the Southern Realm, because of the lack of immortal sects and landscapes, almost all the monks were martial artists before refining the god realm, and the true qi was also used to amplify themselves and do some auxiliary effects, but Yang Ming could use the true qi martial arts of two or three feet with one hand, which was definitely regarded as the magic power of the immortal family.

"Let's go to Songyang City first, you can't go away with such a heavy rain, right?" Yang Ming just pulled up Jiang Ling'er, the rain between heaven and earth was a little bigger, the original bead chain became like a scoop, and all the land in the east of Songyang City was muddy and rainy. The thunder in the sky also seemed to have stopped briefly due to the torrential rain, only occasionally emitting a flash of purple thunder.

Wang De let out a snort in his throat, and pushed the carriage to open two deep and thin mud paths in the muddy water.

Yang Ming picked up a few people's things, and after thinking about it, he still picked up Wei Ling's big knife, carried it on his shoulder, and chased after the carriage.

A few people ran like this on the wide plains, running in the heavy rain. The golden light and the red light are constantly flickering alternately,