One Thousand Five Hundred and Thirty: Fang's Raid.
Too low grade?
He scratched his head and was a little speechless, but thinking about it, after being fed by many demon crystal nuclei, assisted by spiritual patterns, and combined with the fusion of dragon soul and blood crystals, it was expected that the low-level crystal nuclei would have no effect.
Click
Yan Wan lowered his head and looked at it. The giant ax at the bottom of the pit, without the infusion of demonic energy, seemed to have experienced hundreds of years after being blown by the breeze. It was quickly covered with rust and gradually turned into a pile of scrap metal.
"Heh..., this is awesome."
He ignored this unscientific scene and stepped across the chasm. After taking a few steps, he saw a broad heavy sword embedded in the city gate.
The hilt of the sword has disappeared, leaving only half of the sword blade deep into the masonry. The towering city wall is centered on it, spreading countless ferocious and winding cracks around it.
The city tower above was cut in half. If it weren't for the twisted city gate below, this section of the city wall would have collapsed into ruins.
The two city gates were squeezed and twisted back and forth, revealing a crack that could accommodate several people walking side by side. Through the crack, you could vaguely see that the city was full of bones.
Dang clang...
Without turning his head, Yan Wan raised his hand casually to block the sneak attack of a demon. His internal force stirred up during the drag, and he crushed it into dregs in an instant.
Now, a monster like this, which only condenses half of its body, can't even scratch Yan Wan's skin. If it were to be suppressed, it would be impossible to kill him with just a few clicks.
Boom...
As soon as he walked into the city along the gap, he saw a fierce battle between a demon and a certain warrior.
Seeing Yan Wan, both parties fell into a state of tension.
His sword that astonished everyone at the time left an indelible mark on their hearts, and it still reappears in their minds from time to time to this day.
Although there are three, six, and nine levels of reincarnation, Yan Wan is too perverted. He killed one person and seriously injured another with just one sword. Looking at the world, there are not many with this kind of combat power.
The warriors were afraid of Yan Wu, fearing that he would come to seize food from the tiger's mouth.
The demon sensed an indescribable oppressive force on him, just like... there were countless remnant souls and resentments in his body, and his whole person was more like a walking hell.
demon?
Compared with this guy, I'm afraid he is a monster, right?
"You guys continue."
Yan Huan glanced at it and stopped paying attention. He turned his gaze to the depths of Ghost City. After a moment of pause, he walked along the ruins of the alleyway towards the inner city.
Now, it's not the time to harvest yet, these people... need to be nourished.
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Sun Kong frowned and asked again as if to confirm: "Do you really want to do this?"
I have to admit that his three views are still very correct. Although he resented Yan Wan for killing his master, Sun Kong also understood that he was to blame for the incident. In the final analysis, the fault lay with himself.
Revenge must be taken.
But using this despicable method... he still couldn't accept it.
The man chuckled and explained calmly: "It's not necessary to do this. It's just safer and can force out more of his strength."
"As you wish." Sun Kong said nothing more.
Although they are friends, Sun Kong knows in his heart that there are often differences between friends, and they are not equal to each other.
"Okay." The woman came over from somewhere and nodded to the two of them.
The man said softly: "Qi Ya's strength is pretty good in this ghost city. Even if I want to take him down, I will have to spend a lot of effort. I am still somewhat confident in dealing with Yan Wan."
Sun Kong asked: "His current location cannot be determined, how can we find him?"
"Don't forget, the wisdom of these demons is no less than ours." The woman pointed at the demons floating in the distance and smiled calmly.
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"Here? That's not right either."
Yan Wan frowned and looked around carefully. Although the location described in the script outline was somewhat similar to this place, there were still many differences.
He planned to continue searching to see if he could avoid the so-called coincidence and directly find the spirit pattern and retire. If he had no other choice, he really didn't want to follow the original script.
It's not that he is willful or has a problem in his mind, but because if he does that, the danger is too great.
Of course, as an outsider watching the protagonists in movies, novels and other works go through hardships and then finally stand up... it's very refreshing.
But if you really take on this role, you never know whether the protagonist's halo will work. After all, they are not the real protagonist, they are just playing this role.
Yan Huan muttered: "According to the map layout, this should be Xihuan Street, and the palace is a thousand steps to the left. As the outline suggests, after a battle, I will happen to fall into a deep underground palace, where I will have an adventure. …”
While searching for the scenes suggested in the outline, I raised my hands from time to time to crush a few monsters to death. As for the crystal core, I attached it to the ring, drained the energy and threw it away at will.
Something's wrong!
Suddenly, his steps stopped, and his mental power spread instantly, like invisible tentacles spreading around, sensing all dynamic changes.
It's so quiet.
Unreasonable.
Buzz…
Chi Xiao drew out the sword box, and a beam of light burst out. Rolling thunder light suddenly appeared, slashing in a certain direction instantly.
Clang!
There was a crisp sound.
As the ripples in the air gradually faded, a slender shadow emerged.
"Interesting." Yan smiled wildly, and the sword power transformed like thunder, and the violent and ferocious sword light was like a powerful wave, completely engulfing the opponent.
Qi Ya really didn't expect that the other party's real strength was so much stronger than what those few Jiange bastards said.
First, the sneak attack was detected and he lost the right to take the initiative. Then, under the opponent's counterattack, he was forced into such a desperate situation in the blink of an eye.
The clear and clear collision sound resounded throughout the surroundings.
Xi Ya tried his best to wave the two daggers condensed from the fangs in his hands, blocking the attack from Yan Wan in a slightly embarrassed manner, unable to pay even the slightest attention.
Fast, too fast.
He could barely keep up with the opponent's speed now. Seeing the calm and relaxed expression on the opponent's face, Qiya felt a little unsure.
Damn it, humans just can't be trusted, they must have colluded to plot against me!
A look of rage appeared on the ferocious face of Qi Ya, and the two daggers intertwined, pulling out blood flowers. The speed increased several times in an instant, smearing across Yan Wan's body.
However, a scene that shocked him happened.
The clothes were torn and eroded by the demonic energy, exposing Yan Wang's fair skin. However, where the dagger had just scratched, there was only a trace of red mark that was barely visible to the naked eye, and not even the skin was broken.
Xuanji Lei Gang!
After the experiment, Yan Wang gained a new understanding of the strength of his body.
Putting aside his thoughts of playing around, a layer of purple-black electric light and thunder was instantly activated on his body. The crackling and shining electric arc had a buzzing and trembling sound, and it bounced off the dagger like armor.
Seeing others as wandering ghosts, rolling up wild thunder in the sky, leaving thousands of bone-deep sword marks on Qi Ya's body.
If he hadn't danced wildly with the fangs and daggers, biting the sharp blades and retreating, he would have been cut into bones by Yan Huansheng in the next moment.
When Yan Wang saw this, he stopped chasing him. He slowly shook the sharp blade in his palm and asked, "Tell me, who asked you to come?"
"How did you guess it?" A hint of surprise appeared on Qi Ya's ugly face, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you observing in the dark?"
"Guess?" Yan Wang curled his lips and sneered: "If no one else instigates you, would you take action against me? I'm afraid it's too late to hide, so where do you have the courage?"
Hearing this, Qiya was slightly speechless.
But when he asked himself, he realized that what Yan said was true.
If he hadn't agreed to those people, he would have been ready to retreat when he first saw Yan Wan.
The perception of demons is extremely sharp. The more powerful the demon, the easier it is to judge whether it is an opponent from the aura emitted by the opponent.
From the very beginning, he sensed that if he was tough, he would never be a match for Yan Wan, so he cautiously restrained his aura and waited for an opportunity to attack.
However, even so, he was still noticed by the other party.
The subsequent battle confirmed that Qiya's feeling was not an illusion.
How can there be so many evenly matched people in the world? Even if you can't beat it, don't say nonsense like it's just a step or a little bit worse.
Qi Ya clearly read a hint of information from the other party's attitude: Yan Wan did not want to kill him, or in other words, although the sword was brutal and cruel, the man did not have much killing intention.
Otherwise, in the fight just now, he had too many opportunities to exchange for Qiao Ya's life at the cost of minor injuries. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com For warriors in the reincarnation realm, minor injuries can only be recovered by taking a short rest.
Xi Ya sighed, grinning and said: "They are from Jiange, Kong Yi, one of the seven sons of Jiange, and Li Yuanming."
As he spoke, he instinctively wanted to control the demonic energy to expel the remaining sword energy from the wound, but this strange power was as tight as a tarsal maggot, and the more he expelled it, the more it wormed its way in.
But staying in the body hindered the recovery of the wound. As a last resort, Qiya had to forcefully expel it.
And the price he paid was that the wounds on his body swelled up one after another, and then exploded one after another, followed by the release of substantial demonic energy.
The sword energy was expelled from the body, and he suddenly felt a sense of relief in his body. The dense sword marks on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the demonic energy.
Even so, Qiya's current momentum is still a bit sluggish, and he is no longer as aggressive as he was at the beginning.
"Kong Yi, Li Yuanming..." Yan Wan narrowed his eyes and then thought of the master of the young man who set up the formation and killed him outside the city before. From this, it can be seen that the backer behind this guy is undoubtedly Jiange.
He took out a scroll from his arms, pulled off the tie, revealing a black and white scene drawn with carbon strips, and asked: "Where is this place in the city?"
Xi Ya followed the words and turned his eyes to the scroll, thought about it carefully, and said unconsciously: "Isn't this here...Leng Yue Palace? Yes, it is Leng Yue Palace..."
"Lead the way." Yan Wan put away the scroll and said calmly.
Qi Ya was a little surprised: "You didn't let me take you to find Kong Yi?"
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Yan Wan was not a generous person. Since he knew that someone was plotting to frame him behind the scenes, wouldn't the best way be to make a prompt decision to eliminate future troubles?