Chapter 941 The Dilemma of One Against Four
Sparks flew, and the blood bat-like flying sword seemed to have been hit hard, and the evil nature it exuded was greatly reduced.
"Okay! What a good method! Fellow Daoist Leng's strength and ability are really impressive! But the more this happens, the less likely it is that I can spare your life today..."
Old Man Kurong stared at Leng Yan, resentment flashed in his eyes, and the murderous intent around him continued to surge.
"You won't spare my life? You think too highly of your own strength!"
Leng Yan held the sword in her hand, and the aura around her body continued to surge and spread like wind and waves, forcing the figure of the withered old man in the air to tremble slightly and slowly retreat.
At the same time, a pair of cold eyes emitted a cold light, and his spiritual consciousness poked out, scanning the situation in all directions.
If it was just Old Man Kurong, she wouldn't take it to heart, but she knew that it was impossible for the other party to attack only Old Man Kurong.
"Then... what if I am added to the list?"
Just as Leng Yan finished speaking, another loud voice rolled from behind like muffled thunder.
Hear the sound but see no one.
"The Great Zhao Dynasty...Hou Sihai?!!!"
However, when she heard the voice, Leng Yan suddenly turned around and spoke again, word by word.
Although Leng Yan concealed it well, Su Twelve was still keenly aware of the deep hatred flashing in her eyes.
Um? Hatred?
Does she have a grudge against Hou Sihai?
How could it be...that there was a grudge? If there was a grudge, why didn't she kill Hou Sihai when he was still in the golden elixir stage, but instead used a formation to freeze him and help him sharpen his mind?
Thoughts were swirling in his mind, and Su Twelve was surprised.
But before he could figure out what was going on, he turned around and his eyes widened unconsciously.
In front of his sight, one gold and one silver, two palm shadows emitting bright light and as large as a hundred feet, were galloping towards him.
With the majestic power of his hand, wherever he went, the vast sea was forcibly divided into two huge rifts.
.
The terror and coercion came, causing everyone to breathe quickly and feel suffocated.
"snort!"
Leng Yan had a straight face, a pair of cold eyes as cold as ice, and raised her hand to strike with a sword.
In an instant, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and then a thousand-year-old cold air rushed out from the sword body.
Everywhere he went, the sea froze.
When the cold air met the giant palms, there was only a slight stalemate, then it directly defeated the gold and silver palms and continued to spread far away.
After all, Leng Yan entered the Nascent Soul stage earlier. In terms of cultivation, she was already a late Yuanying Stage monk, and her strength was far above that of Hou Sihai.
Leng Yan broke both palms with a sword. The moment the palms were broken, a tall, middle-aged figure with an aura of vicissitudes all over his body came over the sea, riding the wind and waves.
"Hou Sihai!"
On the flying boat, Su Twelve's pupils shrank again, and he secretly shouted in his heart.
Although Hou Sihai's image and temperament had changed a lot at this time, he could still recognize the person at a glance.
"You can break through my golden and silver palms so easily. Your strength is truly astonishing. But... I have to ask you for an explanation for the four hundred years of frozen hatred!"
Hou Sihai rushed over quickly, his eyes quickly swept across the people in Feizhou, briefly stopping on Su Twelve, and finally fell on Leng Yan.
As he spoke, the aura that kept rising around his body was several times stronger than that of ordinary monks in the early stages of Nascent Soul.
"Ha! The Demonic Shadow Palace and the Zhao Dynasty really secretly joined forces?"
"Old man Ku Rong, we are both in the late Nascent Soul stage, but you are not my opponent yet. Could it be that... can adding another guy in the early Nascent Soul stage change the situation?"
"What arrangements are there?
Let's just show it out together, why waste your and my time. "
Leng Yan looked back at Old Man Kurong and ignored Hou Sihai.
As he spoke, his spiritual consciousness enveloped all directions without letting down his guard at all.
Before old man Kurong could speak.
Sudden.
The seawater beneath everyone surged violently, and in the blink of an eye, two astonishing water jets were raised.
On the water column, two burly men, with muscles all over their bodies, wearing red clothes, with a slight bulge on their foreheads, rose into the sky on the water column.
The two people, one on the left and one on the right, were on both sides of the flying boat.
As soon as they appeared, they formed an encirclement with Old Man Kurong and Hou Sihai, surrounding Leng Yan and the flying boat where everyone was.
"Very good! Since you little bitch can't wait to die, I'll give you a ride!"
"Tsk tsk, are you in the late Nascent Soul stage? This is the first time I've seen such a stunning beauty!"
"I heard that humans have many dual cultivation techniques. If we can use her as a cauldron and absorb her skills, I will definitely be able to break through to the fourth level of Dzogchen."
"Brother, this is the late Nascent Soul stage, and the risk is too high. I think it's better not to take this risk. But these little guys in the Golden Core stage, and those pretty girls, are somewhat pretty. You two, and one for me. Letting them be concubines is also a good choice.”
"Well...what you said makes sense. But these remaining guys can't be taken lightly!"
"Of course! If you dare to take advantage of us, you are simply... overestimating your capabilities!!! After we capture these little bitches, we must make sure to deal with these four little guys."
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The two big men looked at Leng Yan unscrupulously.
You said something to me, and when faced with Leng Yan, you made comments and spoke more and more.
Ugly.
The peripheral vision swept across Su Twelve and the others on the flying boat, and they did not hide the murderous intent in their eyes and their lustful thoughts towards the three female cultivators headed by Li Piaoyue.
Leng Yan stood proudly, her expression unchanged, but the slight trembling of her eyelashes at the corners of her eyes was enough to show that her mood was not as calm as she appeared.
A dignified monk in the late Nascent Soul Stage, she was teased so brazenly by two demonic beasts. She had never suffered such humiliation.
It would be unbearable for any monk.
But the current situation, facing two Nascent Souls and two fire dragons that are comparable to the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul Stage, this battle must not be taken lightly.
At this moment, Leng Yan could no longer care about her anger, and what she was thinking about was the way to break this battle.
Seeing Leng Yan's expression become dignified and serious, old man Ku Rong raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"How! Does this great gift still satisfy Fellow Daoist Leng? We are both in the late Nascent Soul stage, and Fellow Daoist Leng is indeed slightly better than me."
"But this place is only more than twenty miles away from Fire Dragon Island. Affected by the underground volcano, the air is filled with fire-attribute spiritual energy. It has a considerable restraining effect on your ice-attribute body. If I expected it to be true, your current strength is I can perform it, but it’s only 80% at most?”
"Coupled with these three fellow Taoists, how will you fight us in this battle?"
A hoarse voice sounded, and the words were full of pride.
Facing Old Man Kurong's question, Leng Yan blinked and regained her composure, and said indifferently: "Really? Then take action, I want to see. Who wants to come up first... to die?"
Holding the sword in his hand, Leng Yan's whole body continued to rise, exuding an endless stream of cold air.
The cold air spread like waves, freezing the water column under the bodies of the two fire dragons, and even formed a thin layer of ice on the sea water under everyone.
Even when she was in danger, she remained calm and calm.
