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Nangong Wuliang did not use weapons, because he felt that it was not necessary, and it was more than enough to deal with a grandmaster in the later stage with his pair of meat fists

But is that really the case?

Facing this menacing punch, Song Yan stepped out.

"Boom!"

The fist scraped past his face, with a thick heat, but the punch was still empty.

A punch missed, Nangong Wuliang was a little surprised, the fist momentum turned into a sweep, and at the same time, the true qi in the body exploded, and the capillaries on the entire arm shot out one after another, flying out all over the sky.

The boxing technique he performed was the nine-star martial art "Drizzle Fist", which seemed simple, but it concealed a big killing intention, and it could often catch people off guard.

Seeing that Song Yan was about to be injured under his qi needles, the corners of Nangong Wuliang's mouth couldn't help but show a cruel smile, once these qi needles entered the body, they would take root in the acupuncture points in the opponent's body and destroy their acupuncture points.

The dantian and the acupuncture points are both places where the true qi is stored, and once the acupuncture points are destroyed, the power will slip down greatly.

Therefore, this "Drizzle Fist" is still a very vicious martial art.

"Whoosh!"

The figure flickered, and Song Yan suddenly disappeared in place.

"Puff puff!"

Hundreds of gas needles lost their target and dissipated on their own after flying tens of meters.

"Your speed is too slow, do you drink too much, otherwise, you better sober up and come again!"

Song Yan's voice came from behind him.

Nangong turned his head violently and found that Song Yan was standing dozens of meters away, looking at him with a smile.

On the edge of the school field, Song Jiuhe said with a smile: "The Great Movement Technique of the Commander is being used more and more perfectly, and with this, you can be invincible!"

"Also, this Great Shifting Technique is really against the sky, and I don't know how the Commander cultivated it!" Han Gu nodded thoughtfully, and a trace of envy flashed in her eyes.

In fact, they didn't know that since the spiritual power had soared, Song Yan's Great Movement Technique had been raised by a few levels and almost reached perfection, leaving Xuanyuan Wuself, who had taught him this martial art, far behind.

With Song Yan's current Great Shifting Technique, he can travel five or six thousand miles away in a single thought, and he can dodge at will within a square inch.

Therefore, as long as it is not a sneak attack, even the Martial Saint can't help him.

Nangong Wuliang flew out again, and halfway through, he hit dozens of punches.

These fists suddenly entwined and fused with each other, and when they pounced in front of Song Yan, they turned into a fist dragon, and the surging aura almost froze and imprisoned the surrounding space.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said secretly, aren't you fast? I froze the void, no matter how fast your body is, you can't get up.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that the Great Shifting Technique relies not on the main space at all, but on the dimensional space.

"Whoosh!"

The figure flashed, and Song Yan disappeared again, causing Nangong to pounce immeasurably.

"You're still too slow, come again!"

A slightly sarcastic voice came from behind him, causing Nangong's immeasurable killing power to rise.

I saw him reach out and grab it, and a spiritual weapon long sword appeared in his hand, exuding breathtaking power.

"Nine Rank Spirit Sword!"

Seeing the sword in Nangong Wuliang's hand, everyone was taken aback.

"Kill!"

Nangong Wuliang snorted lightly, and his body swam out as fast as lightning, and the Nine Rank Spirit Sword in his hand was like endless rain, instantly spreading all over a space.

The rain of swords came from all directions, and Song Yan seemed to be unable to hide.

For a moment, everyone's hearts and eyes were in their throats.

"Uncle Shi!"

Absolutely Wuxue grabbed Mrs. Lei's hand, and the worry on her face was self-evident.

"Don't worry, he won't be so easily injured!" Mrs. Ray comforted.

Before her words fell, Song Yan's figure disappeared again in the center of the continuous sword rain.

"Puff puff!"

Countless sword rains collided together, bursting out with layers of fierce energy, and spatial cracks appeared.

Seeing this scene, many people opened their mouths wide and said secretly, if I were in the middle of that sword rain, I was afraid that I would be torn to pieces.

"Flashy!

The voice with ridicule sounded again, almost making Nangong immeasurably mad, he couldn't figure out how that guy escaped in that all-pervasive sword rain?

Suddenly, Nangong Wuliang's heart moved, he stopped attacking, and stood in place and said: "If you have the ability, don't run away!"

"If you have the ability, you can also suppress your strength in the late stage of the grandmaster!" Song Yan said with a smile.

"You!" Nangong Wuliang was suddenly speechless.

"Is there nothing to say?" Song Yan's eyes flashed with disdain: "I said, even if you don't use the formation, you can't help me, what is it now, you can't even touch the corners of my clothes, waste, you are simply a waste to the extreme, a great grandmaster in the late stage, even a grandmaster in the late stage can't help it, if I were you, just find a piece of tofu and kill it, one hundred, so as not to live in this world to be embarrassed!"

"Shut up!"

Nangong stared at Song Yan immeasurably, his eyes as if he was about to breathe fire.

"Tsk, I'm angry!" Song Yan joked: "Youben will call me in advance!"

"Do you really think I can't help you?" Nangong exclaimed.

"Then you try?" Song Yan's expression became more and more disdainful.

"You brought it on yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge phantom suddenly appeared behind Nangong Wuliang.

"Roar!"

An earth-shattering roar came from the phantom behind him, and then, the phantom gradually solidified, turning into a huge white tiger.

"King-rank Martial Soul White Tiger!" Lei Jiuming said with a solemn expression.

The next moment, Nangong jumped up immeasurably and fused with the white tiger martial spirit, and immediately, another heaven-shattering tiger roar sounded.

Immediately, a white shadow shot out, and in an instant, it came to the top of Song Yan's head, and then flew out.

"Poof!"

The huge tiger claw was indestructible, and wherever it passed, the void was directly drawn out of a spatial crack.

But!

The white tiger claws were still in the air, and Song Yan appeared dozens of meters away again.

Nangong Wuliang, who had incarnated as a white tiger, did not give Song Yan a chance to speak again, and flew again, and came to the top of Song Yan's head again.

For a while, two figures kept flickering in the school grounds, and those with low cultivation could not see clearly at all, only two blurred figures, one large and one small.

A quarter of an hour had passed in the blink of an eye, and the shadows of the two chasing groups were still fruitless.

"Bang!"

There was a soft thud.

The huge white tiger suddenly collapsed, and Nangong Wuliang fell from it, and his body staggered a little.

Incarnating a martial soul requires a huge amount of spiritual power, not to mention, it is still a king-level martial soul, the consumption is even greater, and it is already very remarkable that Nangong Wuliang can support it for a quarter of an hour.

"Now it's my turn to make a move, Nangong Wuliang, are you ready?" Song Yan also appeared, staring at Nangong Wuliang playfully.

As soon as the words fell, they appeared in Song Yan's hand, and then, he stepped on an unpredictable footwork, and in the flickering of his hand, he turned into more than thirty long swords and stabbed directly at the acupoints of Nangong Wuliang's body.

[Author's digression]: Second change