Chapter 118: Three Fingers of Desolation

Hearing the young man's conversation, Zhang Yanyan gave a thumbs up and said softly: "It's crazy!"

Yi Xifeng looked helpless, and Zhao Long looked solemn, but they all didn't speak again.

Hei Rushan laughed angrily at the conversation between the two imps, and the man's hoarse voice, like a maple owl in the night, looked particularly ugly and terrifying.

The man in the black mask laughed alone for a while, gradually restrained his laughter, and stared at the three people opposite: "Then try it!"

As soon as Hei Rushan's voice fell, his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Yi Xifeng's eyes shrank slightly, and the Cold Star Sword in his hand slashed diagonally behind him, and the black shadow flashed, and the blow of the white pure boy was naturally in vain.

"Whew!" the wind behind him hit, but at this time, a golden palm had already come to him, blocking the blow for him. The person who came was Zhang Yan, who was using the Flame Golden Yang Palm

"Don't worry, concentrate on beating him!" The calm voice of the heroic young man came from Yi Xifeng's ears.

The white young man nodded slightly, Fang Cai's sword was subconscious, after all, it was the first time he and Zhang Yanyan had cooperated, and it was difficult to do it as soon as he came up, and he cooperated as seamlessly as Lu Huahua.

"A thousand miles of rivers!" the boy muttered.

The sword shadow in the sky was like a fish thrown into a fish pond by a stone, and it scattered in an instant, and then under the control of Yi Xifeng, a torrent-like sword shadow river formed and came straight to the black figure.

"Three fingers of desolate yin!" accompanied by a hoarse voice, three pale yellow fingers shot straight at Yi Xifeng.

The heroic young man dodged in front of Yi Xifeng's body, blocking these three fingers. At the same time, the sword shadow attack of the white pure boy also reached the front of Hei Rushan.

The masked man didn't care about spreading the black internal energy all over his body, forming a layer of pitch-black qi shield like an eggshell.

The sword shadow continued to slash at the black Gang Qi, although each sword could only reduce a small part of the Gang Qi, and even on this layer of shield, it could only leave ripples. But in just one breath, this reduction more than doubles, and it grows faster and faster.

It was only then that Hei Rushan put away his previous contempt.

It was another breath of time, and at this time, the thousands of miles of rivers surrounded the masked man like a storm, and a sword shadow continued to flash out from the night sword cold star that was easy to cherish, blending into the torrent of sword shadows, and the gang qi shield around the man also appeared fine cracks.

Hei Rushan is unwilling to consume it, if he is really broken by this young man, although he has a way to get out, the price is still too great.

As a veteran martial artist in the realm of chivalry, he naturally knows how to fight the most appropriately, and only those novices who have just come into contact with martial arts will squander it like the second sentence, which will lead to their own overturning in the gutter.

is exactly what Shui Feng said before, "Even if you are a chivalrous man, you have to save some internal strength." "The ignorant are fearless, and the older the character, the more he spares his life.

I saw that the black figure of the mountain rushed out of the Gangqi shield, and reopened the encirclement of the sword shadow storm, and saw the man slap towards Zhang Yanyan with one palm.

"Bang! poof!" This time, the heroic young man did not block this move "Nine Yin Cloaked Cloud Hand" smoothly as before.

Instead, he was slapped on his left shoulder, and the young man spurted out a mouthful of blood and sat down behind him.

During the scene, Zhao Long, Yi Xifeng, and Lu Huahua and Wang Bodang not far away were all shocked by this scene. Lu Huahua even wanted to put aside the punishment wood and hurry over to stabilize the situation, but the criminal boss was also a treacherous and cunning figure, and he also saw the changes in the situation on the battlefield next to him, so he naturally would not let the other party pass.

Seeing the red glow looming in Xingmu's hand, the girl had to grit her teeth and turn over to deal with it, because at this moment she knew that if she fell into the illusion again, then a few of them would really confess here.

Zhang Yanyan slowly stood up, with a faint pain in his eyes, he stared at Hei Rushan and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is a member of the Xishan Huangquan Sect?"

Hei Rushan chuckled and said: "At your age, it is indeed rare to have such insight as you! It's a pity that you have been hit by my three fingers of desolate yin, and the defensive internal strength of your body has been forcibly lowered by a level. Speaking of this, the man did not continue, but stared at Zhang Yanyan with a playful expression.

No matter what the two of them said, Zhao Long and Yi Xifeng flashed to Zhang Yanyan's side, looking at the young man's somewhat pale cheeks with some solemnity.

The heroic young man quickly explained to them: "This masked man is a member of the Huangquan faction, this is a relatively famous second-rate sect in the Demon Country, and the "Seventy-two Roads of Desolate Yin Finger" in the door is famous in the rivers and lakes! This masked man is estimated to have these three fingers, but it is enough to deal with those of us who have not even reached the realm of chivalry. ”

"What does he mean when he says that Shengsheng is lowered by one level?" Yi Xifeng asked.

Zhang Yanyan glanced at the other party, and saw that the other party had no intention of making a move, and knew in his heart that the other party's use of this kind of martial arts was also a matter of great loss of internal strength, plus the internal injuries suffered before were not light, and the other party also took the opportunity to recover his internal strength.

"This Desolate Yin Finger was created by the Huangquan Demon Venerable, by slaughtering people's lives, collecting a different kind of internal energy called Desolate Yin Qi, and then when using the Desolate Yin Finger, this energy will be punched into the enemy's body. After this alien internal energy enters the enemy's body, it will destroy the original internal strength essence level, and it cannot be removed in a short time. Saying this, the young man stretched out his hands, and saw that the original golden flame golden yang palm had turned into a pale golden palm shadow at this moment!

Zhang Yanyan said with some solemnity: "Because he is plundering the strength from others, he can't fuse with his martial arts true intent, and his strongest state is the Zhimang realm, and he can't reach Zhigang." This is also why when the masked man casts his desolate yin fingers, he can only send out three fingers. ”

"After hitting the enemy, kill the enemy, and this desolate energy will grow a little. The next time you use it, it will be even more powerful! Legend has it that the Huangquan Demon Venerable slaughtered tens of thousands of people at all levels, refining these seventy-two desolate yin fingers! I see that this masked man can send out three fingers, and he has hundreds of lives in his hands!" Speaking of this, there was a faint trace of killing intent in the eyes of the heroic young man.

After listening to the young man's words, Yi Xifeng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

......

And the ponytail girl on the side was even more violent at this time.

He is familiar with Zhang Yanyan, although this captain is usually tepid, and even sometimes has a bit of a jumpy temperament, but she knows that the young man has more weight in his heart than anyone else. At this time, seeing that the other party was injured, the girl knew that she could not drag it any longer, and that she must solve this criminal boss as soon as possible, otherwise the five of them would all die here today.

Thinking of this, the girl said in a low voice: "Wang Bodang, I know that you are particularly unwilling in this afternoon's game, so let's make another bet!"

Wang Bodang was a little puzzled and said, "What are you betting on?"

The girl raised the pitch-black long stick in her hand, pointed directly at Xing Mu, and said with a smile: "Kill him!"