"Bold!" Nan Ion said angrily at Xie Ling and the others.

Although he relied on the secret technique to follow behind Xi Zhongxuan, he didn't dare to follow too closely, and he didn't close the distance until he was sure that Xi Zhongxuan had used the 'Spirit Grabbing Great * Method'. Therefore, he did not witness the fighting methods of the three of them with his own eyes, and he did not pay attention to them when he saw that their spiritual power was exhausted. Now they actually dare to compete with it for the boxwood crossbow, and the anger in their hearts can be imagined.

The line of fire flew into the air, and with a twist in the air, it continued to chase twice as fast as before. However, no matter how fast the line of fire is, how can it compare to Xie Ling's divine thoughts, I saw that he grabbed the boxwood crossbow with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand bent out, and a fiery red filament shot out against the line of fire that followed closely.

"Hey, it's a spiritual fire!" Nan Ion hooked his finger, and the fire line retracted.

Heaven and earth spiritual fire is extremely rare, even in the Nanli Island, which is mainly for cultivating fire-based exercises, only a few people have it, if you can get a kind of refining for your own use, then your strength will inevitably increase, and your status in the sect will inevitably rise, Nan Ion thought of this, his two eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the red line of fire in the air, and he couldn't help but show greed.

"Thank you Daoyou, give me the crossbow, and the rest will be yours!" Zhang Tingdao.

Xie Ling glanced at the boxwood crossbow in his hand, and handed it to him after a little hesitation. Then he looked at Xi Zhongxuan, who was already lifeless, according to what Nan Ion said just now, the 'Silent Death Crystal' should not have been refined, as a refiner, the first thing he thought of was that this thing was definitely the best refining material, so his eyes immediately became hot.

"What you just drove was the Red Flame Flame?" Nan Li took a deep breath and said.

Xie Ling smiled silently, the Red Flame was obtained from Guan Shanyue, and Guan Shanyue was a member of the 'Yang Fu Sect'. He glanced at Zhang Ting beside him with his spare eyes, and sure enough, although his eyes were staring at Nan Ion in front of him, a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, since I don't say it, then I'll have to take the trouble to take it out of your body and take a look!" Nan Ion lost his patience and said that his whole personality turned into a ball of flame and rushed straight over.

Xie Ling's pupils shrank, and the middle-level low-grade talisman in his hand turned into a line of fire and shot out. It was a wind blade talisman, and in an instant, the void in front of him distorted, and one after another palm-sized wind blades flew towards the opposite side like snowflakes, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The flames on the opposite side were twisted and deformed like elves in the face of the wind blades, shuttling through the gap between the wind blades, and in the blink of an eye, they were ten zhang closer to Xie Ling and the others.

Fire is a tangible and intangible body, good at change, Nan Ion has cultivated the open furnace fire to Xiaocheng, as long as there is a slight gap, he can come and go freely. Although this piece of wind blade is powerful, it is only a middle-level low-grade talisman after all, and the coercion contained in it is not enough, but it can't hurt him.

The corners of Xie Ling's mouth curled slightly, and as soon as he grabbed the void in his right hand, the wind and fire double fan appeared in his hand. Since the foundation was built, this was the first time he had driven this Xiao Zhou Tian* magic weapon. Spiritual power poured into it, and the fan immediately became several times larger, one side was fiery red, the other side was verdant, and he slammed the green side in front of him three times.

Three hurricanes roared out of the fan, like three huge wind dragons, roaring and rushing straight into the swarm of wind blades, and the flames that were still swimming in them became unstable in the chaotic air current. If this hurricane is normal times, it is nothing to the Southern Ion who has cultivated to the Great Perfection realm in the late stage of foundation building, and it can be dispelled with a single hand.

But now in the midst of a group of wind blades, the situation is completely different. The flames were disturbed by the hurricane and hit the wind blade again and again, and the fire was overflowing, even if the Southern Ion Emergency* increased the protective qi to the maximum, the blood qi in the concussed chest surged, and the eyes were full of gold stars.

Zhang Ting naturally wouldn't let go of such an opportunity, and immediately a small arrow the thickness of his thumb and as white as the full moon slashed through the void and shot directly at the fluttering flames.

Bang······ After the flame was shot by an arrow, it flew out dozens of feet away like a defeat, and after a flash of firelight, Nan Ion's hair was scattered, covering his chest with one hand, and the corners of his mouth appeared in the void with bloodshots. This is equivalent to the early stage of foundation building, and an arrow with all his strength finally hit it hard.

The whole process was actually very short, from the beginning of Nan Ion's light attack on the enemy, to Xie Ling and Zhang Ting's cooperation in injuring him, it was just a respite.

"Okay, it seems that the old man underestimated you just now, but I don't know what other tricks you have at your disposal, I'm looking forward to it!" Nan Ion said and slowly stepped into the air and walked towards the two, and with each step, a circle of flames would ripple in the void.

This time he learned to be obedient, steady and steady, and no longer rushed.

Xie Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly, just now the three consecutive fans had exhausted all his spiritual power, and the feeling of exhaustion was sweeping through his body, and now he couldn't even lift his arms.

Zhang Ting glanced at him, and then stepped in front of him.

"I'll block it first, and you can do your best to restore your spiritual power!"

"Well, I'll help you when it matters. ”

Xie Ling knew that there was only that, and with a move in his mind, he handed over all the thirty-three low-level ninth-level talismans that he had refined when he had hit the middle stage of foundation building to Zhang Ting, and then took out a handful of spirit stones, held them in his hands, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the spiritual energy inside.

Zhang Ting took the talisman and glanced at Xie Ling again, he didn't expect Xie Ling to trust him so much, a smile appeared on his face, and he strode forward.

Seeing this, Nan Ion sneered, raised his right hand, and punched the oncoming person.

This punch contained the humiliation he had suffered just now, and this punch condensed the exquisite spiritual power that he had cultivated for decades. The fiery red fist, which was the size of a real substance, swept a deep groove on the ground with a fiery air current, and bombarded it directly.

Zhang Ting couldn't avoid it, behind him was Xie Ling, so the talismans were sacrificed like raindrops, these talismans were all low-level talismans, each of them may not be very powerful, but they were like a wall, constantly weakening the opponent's momentum, and then bit by bit converged together, swallowing the fiery red fist, with a roaring wind, rushing to the opposite side like a storm.

Nan Ion and Xi Zhong have fought against demons together, and they are no strangers to the art of talismans, and they can't help but feel a pang in their hearts when they see that Zhang Ting's use is not under Xi Zhongxuan at the beginning. I actually forgot the most powerful thing about Fu Xiu, unlike other monks, Fu Xiu's biggest reliance is on the art of Fu Gong, and the requirements for spiritual power are not particularly high, as long as the secret art is not used continuously, the Fu Gong is sufficient and does not scare any monk of the same level. Now, although the opponent's spiritual power is exhausted, as long as he still has a talisman in his hand, it is not easy to kill him.

"Who the hell are you?" Nan Ion couldn't help but ask.

"Zhang Ting!"

"Zhang Ting, one of the top ten foundation-building disciples of the 'Yang Fu Sect'!" Nan Ion gasped. Damn, how could the one who could hunt down and kill Xi Zhongxuan's old man be a weak person, he was really careless! He regretted a little why he didn't just come up and kill the two people on the other side first, or get closer and wait for Xi Zhongxuan and the two of them to fight to the death!

At this time, Zhang Ting was three points closer, he knew that he couldn't give the other party a chance to make a move, Fu Gong flew out one by one without hesitation, and formed a rune array on the mountainside that had been almost razed to the ground, this is what he did when he first met Xie Ling, although he was full of spiritual power at that time, he was seriously injured, and it was not much better than now.

Bang bang bang······ The fire is overflowing, the southern ion is like a roaring furnace, no matter what is close to its three zhang is turned into ashes, one by one the rune array was washed away by its strong strength, Zhang Ting's spiritual power after all was only restored to one-tenth of the twelve, and the spiritual power consumption under the continuous stimulation of the talisman array was sharply consumed, and now it was a little difficult to even maintain his body in the air, not to mention that there was not much left of the talisman under the continuous sacrifice, and in the face of the more and more courageous the southern ion, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Hahaha, even if you still have some strength now, I'm afraid that there won't be many talismans!" Nan Ion saw that the talisman array was getting looser and looser, guessing that the other party should not have many talismans, and couldn't help laughing proudly.

Zhang Ting's face became ugly, he still had seven low-level ninth-level talismans left, which could last at most one cup of tea, he turned his head and glanced at Xie Ling, who was still pranayama, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Is he going to fall here? He was unwilling, starting at the age of eight, because the spiritual root was only average, he worked harder than anyone else, after many hardships, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally occupied a place among the younger generations in the sect, becoming one of the top ten in the foundation building period.

But now, life and death are only on the line, he swept his eyes around, and the birds and beasts around him had already been scattered, empty, and there was not even a trace of human figure.

"Don't look at it, no one will come to save you, the two elders in your sect are entangled by our people, otherwise how could Xi Zhongxuan run here thousands of miles away!" Nan Ion said with a sneer.

The Huangyang crossbow is the top secret of the 'Yang Fu Sect', how can such an important thing be stolen by Xi Zhongxuan alone, and it is impossible for the 'Yang Fu Sect' to only send Zhang Ting, who only has the foundation building period, to pursue it, in fact, there is one light and two darkness, Zhang Ting is in the light, and the two Jindan elders of the Yang Fu Sect are in the dark, and they chased out the Yang Fu Sect at the same time.

However, the two elders who were secretly pursuing on the road were intercepted halfway after leaving the sect for 300 miles, leaving only Zhang Ting to chase them all the way.

"Alright, having said all that, it's time to send you on your way!" Nan Ion shook his arms violently, and the rune arrays around him, which were already on the verge of collapse, could no longer hold on, and spread out like broken beads.

Zhang Ting's eyebrows were raised, and he pulled out the boxwood crossbow from his back, and he could shoot two arrows, he decided to shoot the last two arrows to destroy this crossbow, no matter what, he couldn't let it fall into the hands of the people of Nanming Island.

Nan Ion grinned when he saw it, understood Zhang Ting's thoughts, and shot over like electricity, as long as the other party was still thinking about shooting the last two arrows, then he was absolutely confident that he could get it before Zhang Ting destroyed the boxwood crossbow.

The two of them had their own thoughts, Zhang Ting pulled the bowstring, and when the distance between the southern ions was only ten zhang, he shot the first arrow!

The distance was already very close, and the speed of Nanion was extremely fast, so it was not easy for him to dodge.

He didn't dodge, but turned his whole body into a flame, and when the arrow came, the flame turned into a ring of fire, and the arrow as white as the full moon shot through the middle.

The ring of fire shrank inward, and Nanriko emerged from the flames, his eyes with a mocking smile, his body was longitudinal, and the distance of ten zhang was only one step away for him!