Chapter 256

(the first two clerical errors are not medium magic skills, but great magic skills. Magic skills are divided into three levels: small magic, big magic and perfect magic. It was said at the beginning.)

Boom!

With a loud noise, pan Yong's brain was swollen and ready to crack. A sharp pain came from the depths of his mind, as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

"Poof!"

Pan Yong was defeated, spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down.

He didn't die, but he was badly hurt.

Ji Wuyan's cultivation is still worse after all. If he is a magical realm, his internal Qi is transformed into Reiki, and his power is increased several times, it will surely be a different outcome.

After realizing that the other party was a disciple of the throwing dagger sect, pan Yong did not continue to fight with the other party, but turned and fled.

He can't provoke each other. Can't he escape?

He didn't dare to kill each other, for fear that experts from the flying dagger sect would kill him. This is the area of the flying dagger sect. No matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape.

So, the other party, anyway, he did not dare to kill.

"Huh? Escaped?"

On the contrary, Ji Wuyan was stunned by the other party's amazing move. He was depressed. Is there any mistake? He just showed the peak cultivation of the holy land. The other party actually ran away without fighting.

Depression turned to depression. Up to now, he couldn't let go of each other and caught up with him.

Pan Yong ran forward. Soon, he found that someone in the rear was chasing him. His speed was not inferior to that of him, and the other party's body shape was more elegant and natural. He immediately understood that the other party had cultivated a profound body method and martial arts.

After a period of time, the distance between them is not far away, but getting closer and closer.

"Why should this little brother pursue him? Can't he solve the misunderstanding?"

Being chased so hard by a small martial artist in the holy land, even if pan Yong is afraid of each other's identity, he is now aroused by anger and very angry.

He is a strong man in the Dharma Realm. How could he ever be so oppressed and killed by a martial artist who was trained to be lower than him? If the identity of the other party didn't make him throw a rat's deterrent, he would have used his means and slapped the other party to death.

"No, you're dead today!" Ji Wuyan refused coldly.

The soul power condenses again, and the invisible energy fluctuation sweeps away towards the front, which is very obscure and difficult to detect.

Soul sting!

Soul attack secret skill!

I don't know how far this secret skill is from the power of the soul killing needle, but there is no doubt that it is his best attack method now.

The Silent Soul killing needle is too powerful to kill the other party in an instant. Even if he wants to absorb the other party's internal Qi, he can't do it.

"Ah!"

Pan Yong once again experienced the sharp pain in his soul, which can be described as life is better than death.

He's angry!

"That's enough! Do you really have to force me to do it?"

Pan Yong's eyes are filled with flames. If his eyes can kill people, Ji Wuyan has been killed thousands of times by his eyes.

The other party deceived too much!

He has made concessions with good voice and good spirit, and the other party is still reluctant. Do you really think you are afraid?

"What can you do with me?" Ji Wuyan sarcastically said, "don't beep if you have the ability, don't refuse to fight!"

Without saying a word, another soul stab directly attacked the other party. The other party cried out in pain, and the body was a meal. The distance between the two people was narrowed a bit.

"Ah! Don't force me again? Otherwise you will die miserably. I promise you, you will die miserably!"

Pan Yong was almost mad with anger. His eyes were red, like the devil. It was extremely terrible, as if he would be completely angry in the next moment.

He was holding back, trying to hold back his murderous intention!

He knew very well that once he did it himself, he would fall into a state of madness. He would not stop until he killed the other party, but once he killed the other party, he would also fall into an irreparable place.

"Rubbish!"

Ji Wuyan directly gave the other party a disdainful look.

The soul power is condensed, and another soul stab attacks the other party.

"Ah!"

The word "garbage", coupled with the sharp pain of tearing the soul, completely detonated the flame in Pan Yong's heart, endless crazy looks rushed into his face, and the momentum of terror swept around.

He's crazy!

"You forced me to die!"

Pan Yong's eyes were red as blood, and the smell of terror swept through the void. At this moment, his body suddenly soared dozens of times, and his huge height of hundreds of meters appeared in front of him.

His breath is much stronger than that of Zhou Ji at the beginning, even compared with Hong Shantong, the head of the Obsidian mercenary regiment.

Of course, they are much weaker than those who once closed Tianchuan.

Boom!

A big hand covering the sky slapped Ji Wuyan angrily.

This blow contained his towering anger and madness. He did his best without mercy, as if he really wanted to kill each other.

A blow down, a terrible explosion, such as thunder, the air will be blasted!

Ji Wuyan suddenly turned pale, stopped her body shape, and her internal Qi ran. A cold Throwing Knife broke through the air, like a meteor, trying to break the shackles of the world.

The cold and heartless atmosphere suddenly came, which was like being abandoned by former lovers.

Merciless Throwing Knife!

Great magic skill!

Boom!

With boundless power, the Throwing Knife collided with the big hand covering the sky, and the thunderous bombing sound broke out, and the terrible shock wave swept around.

"Yes!"

In the frontal collision, Ji Wuyan made a light muffled sound and was lifted out. The corner of her mouth bled and suffered a slight injury.

The gap between him and the other party is still too big!

Dharma Realm and holy realm!

There is a full difference of two realms. Even if there is a remedy in martial arts, it can't resist the strong cultivation of the other party.

But his means are far more than that!

Ji Wuyan, who was lifted out, had her eyes shining, and a radian around her mouth.

Buzz!

The terrible sea of fire instantly drowned pan Yong, forming a huge sea of fire space. The hot temperature twisted his breath.

"Space enchantment, is this... Fire magic? The other party is still a magician!"

Pan Yong's eyes recovered a little clarity.

Soon, he was crazy again!

As far as he knows, only one of the disciples of the throwing dagger sect is a magician, and the cultivation of that magician is higher than him. He is not an opponent for a hundred.

He was cheated!

The other party is definitely not a disciple of the throwing dagger sect!

Instead of letting him breathe a sigh of relief, it made him even more crazy!

He was scared to run all the way by a disciple who was not a Feidao sect. Finally, he was even forced to do it. Now it's just endless shame for him to think all the way.

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Pan Yong's eyes were like blood, and he was ashamed and angry. His huge height of more than 100 meters gave him the power of boundless terror. He had great power when he raised his hands and feet.

Boom!

The fist kept popping out, and the diffuse power at random made the whole space tremble violently.

The terrible sea of fire swept in his direction. He didn't care and ignored it. A thick fist seal constantly bombarded the sea of fire space.

The hot flame is burning on the other party and makes a Zizi sound. There is nothing to do. It can't even burn the other party's gas armor. It's too strong.

Boom!

The whole sea of fire space is shaking, shaking and breaking.

In a hurry, pan Yong clapped his palm, and the huge palm prints flew out, breaking the space in an instant, and the familiar scene appeared in front of him again.

A figure stood in front of him. When he saw the man, his eyes became more red!

"Die!"

Pan Yong roared and punched out, just like a terrible God. The huge fist seal carried unparalleled power and killed the past. This fist seal was enough to easily destroy a mountain.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Ji Wuyan lifted a radian from the corner of her mouth. She was fearless and ran her body method. Her body swayed and avoided the past.

Pan Yong also wanted to attack. At this time, a feeling of palpitation came from behind him.

Buzz!

A flame giant hundreds of meters high appeared in front of him, holding a shield sword and wearing armor. His eyes were like blood. The terrible momentum swept around, like the God of fire coming into the world. It was very terrible.

With a wave of the arm of the flame giant, the giant sword drew a red streamer and washed in his direction. The unprovoked and terrible red current is a hot flame, which is many times more terrible than that in the sea of fire space just now.

Pan Yong's face changed greatly. He quickly waved his arm. His aura raged and roared up at the streamer.

However, at this time, the energy behind him was moving, and a force was no less powerful than the attack of the flame giant in front of him.

He was shocked and looked at it quickly. He saw a huge finger, which contained the meaning of heaven shaking, attacking and killing in the void.

That amazing power is terrible!

The whole void seemed to tremble with its amazing power!

Amazing finger!

Magic power perfect martial arts!

"Ah!"

Suddenly, when his mind was shocked, a sharp pain tearing his soul came like a tide. He screamed, had a splitting headache, and his head seemed to be blown open.

damn!

It's that bastard!

After the severe pain, pan Yong recovered, but at this time, he had no time to dodge and could only watch the two terrorist attacks fall on him.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out. Pan Yong involuntarily flew out and hit the ground heavily. His breath was listless. Even his terrible body returned to normal size at this moment.

Whew!

An empty sound came.

Pan Yong had not had time to respond, and a palm of the other party had been printed on him.

"You..."

His eyes widened and his face was unbelievable, as if he had seen a ghost.

A few seconds later.

Pan Yong's breath dissipated and he looked like a useless man. His years of cultivation achievements were stolen by others. He spewed out a mouthful of blood and stared at each other.

"The experience value of 30000 points is good. It's 20000 points more than the original Zhou Ji!"

Ji Wuyan nodded with satisfaction, took away the ring in the other party's hand and waved her sleeve robe.

Buzz!

A flame came and burned his body to ashes.

Back in the stronghold, there were a mountain of corpses. Xiao Haifeng and Yunfei had been waiting for a long time.

"Show the peak of the holy land?"

Ji Wuyan looked at Xiao Haifeng and saw through each other's accomplishments at a glance. She nodded and smiled, "it seems that she didn't come wrong this time!"

"Did you kill him?" Xiao Haifeng looked at him and asked.

"What do you say?"

Ji Wuyan smiled mysteriously and asked.

Turning and waving, the terrible sea of fire swept away and burned the mountains of corpses.

"Let's go. Ziyun city is coming. I heard that the flying dagger sect is recruiting disciples these days!"