Heavenly Dao Formula

"...It's not surprising, is it?" Seeing Ning Wanjun's frown, An Youlang said proactively, "Ordinary people can't perceive the existence of qi, so as to arouse the power of heaven and earth. People call animals that don't know how to farm and make fire " If they are beasts, what should we call a person who cannot feel his breath?"

"Nonsense!" Ning Wanjun sneered, "The difference between humans and beasts lies in their thoughts, but there is no such difference between humans and alchemists, or even monsters. Of course, a practitioner like you who uses the power of evil spirits is indeed It cannot be measured by human thoughts.”

"That's just a misunderstanding of the world. Xiexiong is a title with emotions attached to it. Leaving aside 'good and evil', its essence is a mixture of qi and accumulation, which is chaos." An Youlang spread his hands, "Rely on qi Is there any essential difference between casting spells and using chaos to seek power?"

"Even if you turn yourself into this look?"

"There is always a price to pay for the pursuit of power. In my opinion, chaos is the goal that alchemists should explore. After all, the closer to chaos, the more power beyond common sense—this is true for evil spirits, and so are we!"

"I agree, but it's best to go to the underworld to search for it." Ning Wanjun felt the breath in his body calm down a lot, and raised his spear again, "At least it won't disgust others."

"..." There was a hint of displeasure in An Youlang's tone, "The An family has defeated many proud people like you. After turning them into puppets, how long do you think they persisted? Even the most stubborn one It’s only been three years.” He raised his hand bluffing, a black book suddenly appeared in the air, and then snapped his fingers, “The execution platform!”

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the yard where the scuffle was fought turned into a dark red desert.

Several chains flew out from the ground and flew straight towards Ning Wanjun!

"roll!"

Ning Wanjun turned a blind eye to him, charged forward with a gun, and blurted out a reprimand at the same time.

This low voice sounded like thunder rolling by, the desert was torn apart like a mirror, and the chains were broken!

In an instant, she was in front of An Youlang.

After the latter dodged to avoid the princess' thrust, he quickly turned the book to another page, "Not affected by hallucinations, what about this one? It's the end of the game, echo!"

Ning Wanjun suddenly felt an indescribable pain coming from her shoulder!

This pain even gave her the idea that she would rather faint on the spot.

Even so, she still braced her body and swung the spear in her hand—this blow had lost its original momentum, and was blocked by An Yurou's iron fingers.

"It doesn't look very good." An Youlang sneered, "This technique can amplify all kinds of feelings in your body, especially pain. As long as the stimulation is strong enough, it can kill you even without trauma. Faced with ten times the pain , do you still dare to show the posture that you would rather suffer yourself than let me see blood like before? No...Of course not, the body will reject you—"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Wanjun's spear pierced his abdomen.

"It seems that this body is still under my command for the time being." The princess gasped twice.

"You—" An Youlang knocked him back with a palm, covering his bleeding stomach with both hands.

"Although it's not ten times magnified... But it doesn't feel good to have your intestines pierced, right?"

"Very good, very good!" An Youlang felt a wave of anger rushing into his heart. Although this wild night was caused by manpower and could not be sustained for a long time, as long as the night does not dissipate, he can continue to absorb vitality. Anyone who realizes this will no longer think that they have a slight chance of winning. But this woman in front of him, knowing that she is not his opponent, still offends him again and again, it is absolutely hateful! He decided to let the other party understand what it means not to live and not to die.

An Youlang took the initiative to attack Ning Wanjun for the first time!

The tactics used are exactly the one she used before——

Relying on continuous attacks, forcing the opponent to choose between death and dodge, each accumulation of injuries will eventually become an irreversible defeat.

What's more, the pain caused by every wound now will leave a deep impression on the princess.

And Ning Wanjun did feel tremendous pressure.

Those iron hands were as heavy as a thousand weights, and after many times of parrying, she had begun to lose her grip on the slippery gun barrel in her hands.

On her forehead, cheeks, and neck, blood flowed from these ruptured wounds, mixed with sweat, and moistened her chest.

This man is constantly improving.

The flaws of the previous rough moves have been gradually erased, no matter whether it is cutting, picking, picking, or picking, the timing of the choice has become more smooth and reasonable. The two pairs of iron palms are like a weapon that can be used both left and right, making her hard to guard against.

If one puts aside his identity, position and faction, he should also be a genius. Ning Wanjun thought to herself.

It's time to make a decision.

Ba Xingtian once told her that this kind of tactics is almost sure to win when facing an opponent whose overall strength is one level lower than her own, and the only way to break the game is to fight with her life.

Concentrate on it and leave no room for it!

Only by forcing the oppressor to give in first, can it be possible to seize that chance!

Just when An Youlang stabbed at her with five fingers together, Ning Wanjun retracted the spear, leaned forward, bumped into his palm, and at the same time stretched out the gun with all his strength!

A flash of coldness——

The two stayed in place at the same time.

The tip of the spear pierced through An Yulang's right chest, completely piercing his chest!

And An Youlang's palm also sank deeply into Ning Wanjun's left shoulder.

The severe pain made her try her best not to groan.

"Injury to both sides, living to death, this is your way to break the game?" An Youlang couldn't help but grinned, "Heh...heh, Your Highness, have you been dazzled by the pain and forgotten me? The injuries that can be tolerated are far from comparable to those of ordinary alchemists? Most people will choose to back down because they don't want to die together, but I don't have such fear!"

Ning Wanjun coughed up blood, "Then why did you escape three inches in the end?"

"Because you can't die yet." An Youlang said grimly, "I said, you will be the first collection when I return to my homeland, but it is by no means the one that I cherish the most."

"Strange..." Ning Wanjun let out a long breath, and the expression in his eyes suddenly became much lighter.

"What's so strange?" An Youlang couldn't help being taken aback.

"I've been talking to you for so long because I'm waiting for someone who can help me. What are you waiting for?" She raised her head and asked.

Before the words were finished, a sharp arrow shot directly at An Youlang's face with a whistling sound. At the same time, Ning Wanjun let go of the spear, and clasped the opponent's arm inserted into the shoulder with both hands!

This was Qiuyue's blow after she approached quietly, and it was even stronger than before!

It was too late to withdraw his hand to resist, An Youlang simply opened his mouth, and bit down the moment the arrow flew towards it!

The two front teeth were immediately shattered, and a triangular slit was cut on both sides of the lip, but he still bit the arrow in his mouth.

Spitting out bloody arrows and teeth, An Youlang snarled at Qiuyue, "That's it? But that's it! Come again!"

"Look at the other side." Ning Wanjun reminded.

A group of dazzling flames mixed with thousands of sparks suddenly appeared on the side of the yard. Against the background of the evil night, this group of unnatural light was very eye-catching.

An Youlang followed the light, and saw a towering black figure looming behind the splashing sparks—it looked extremely square, not like an evil spirit transformed from evil spirits.

What's this?

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, an unstoppable strange force pierced his waist directly from the side.

This process was so fast that An Youlang couldn't even feel much pain.

His perspective spun.

Looking down from mid-air, he saw Ning Wanjun being swept down by a wave of air, the archer who sneaked up on him galloping towards the princess, and half of his own body that was shattered.