"This...how is this possible!"

He Ziyin felt a sweet throat and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. This time, he had really tried his best, but who would have thought that in front of the monster Yan Ning, he would be so vulnerable!

"puff……"

After slashing out this strange white tiger, Yan Ning couldn't help but vomit blood and knelt on one knee on the ground.

Even he himself did not expect that the Yitang White Tiger Slash cut out from Kunwu Sword would look like this!

Is that half-dragon and half-dragon guy the legendary Kunwuworm?

This Kunwuzhu is too handsome, right?

Yan Ning knelt on the ground and gasped heavily. The shadow of Kunwu in the sky slowly dissipated. With Yan Ning's Taoist practice, he used the Kunwu sword to issue the Taoist decision, but he could only use it once!

At this time, Yan Ning felt that all his strength had been emptied. If it weren't for the Kunwu Sword supporting his body, Yan Ning would have even been a problem with standing.

He Ziyin's palm suddenly appeared, and blood kept gushing out. He looked at his hands in disbelief, and his eyes became empty.

"Haha...ahha... What a shitty Longhu Mountain Xuanyin Creation Hand, I've been hiding it! I didn't expect that it was so vulnerable!"

He Ziyin sneered, and he seemed to have gained and lost his heart.

But soon, he recovered and his eyes became colder: "Yan Ning, I guess the move just now has exhausted you, right?"

Yan Ning thought it was not good, and he was too obvious, so he could tell at a glance that he was like an old man like He Ziyin.

"But I have two or three levels left!" He Ziyin suddenly stretched out his hand, and a big hand gathered in the sky again!

"Since that's the case, I'll send you back now!"

He Ziyin shouted loudly, and the huge palm in the sky grabbed Yan Ning in the palm of his hand!

"Yan Ning!"

"Third Master!"

Li Feifei below and the vengeful spirits in the Ming Breaking Sword were immediately unable to sit still. Two hundred vengeful spirits rushed forward without hesitation, trying to rescue Yan Ning from Xuanyin Creation.

"I almost forgot that there are such a group of miscellaneous people like you!" He Ziyin opened the folding fan with his other hand, and the golden light immediately dispersed the souls of several resentful spirits.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ning couldn't help but shout: "You all retreat!"

The resentful spirits stopped in the air and looked at Yan Ning worriedly.

Yan Ning had already had all the oil and oil, and He Ziyin still had the power to fight. Now, no matter how many resentful spirits are, they are all moths flying into the fire.

"Not bad, I know the righteousness!" He Ziyin said coldly, "Yan Ning, when my Changsheng Cult achieves great achievements, maybe I will consider finding you back in the past, accepting you as a disciple, and letting you go on the right path!"

"Damn it!" Yan Ning cursed, "Just because of you, I want to be my master? My master is the Taoist Tian of Wumen, Maoshan!"

He Ziyin's face turned blue. He was so angry that he no longer prepared to hold back his hands. He tried a little force to crush Yan Ning!

"Pick your stinky hands... away from my man!"

Bang—

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind He Ziyin, with almost no chance of reaction. He Ziyin felt like he was hit by a train, and he flew out uncontrollably and crashed into the altar stairs!

His body was trapped in the ruins for a depth of more than ten meters!

The big hand in the sky disappeared in an instant, and Yan Ning, who had lost control, fell from mid-air.

But he did not fall to the ground in the end, but was caught by a pair of slender and gentle little hands.

"Strange hooligan, are you okay?" Zhuang Xiaoya asked gently.

Yan Ning immediately sighed relieved when he saw Zhuang Xiaoya: "You came in time. If you came earlier, I wouldn't be so embarrassed."

Zhuang Xiaoya raised her mouth: "Hmph, if you agreed to take me to the Huangsha Ancient City, you wouldn't have ended up like this now!"

As the two of them spoke, they had already landed smoothly on the ground and beside Li Feifei.

When Li Feifei saw Zhuang Xiaoya holding Yan Ning and the intimate eyes of the two, her face became dim.

After landing, Zhuang Xiaoya glanced at Li Feifei sitting on the ground, but there was no strangeness. She helped Yan Ning to Li Feifei, and then said to Li Feifei: "Help me watch this guy, I'll clean up He Ziyin. This sissy dares to touch my man!"

After saying that, Zhuang Xiaoya rushed into the ruins with Chunjun sword.

Li Feifei and Yan Ning stared at Zhuang Xiaoya's back in a daze.

Li Feifei didn't understand Zhuang Xiaoya, but from the words just now, Li Feifei understood a lot. Although Zhuang Xiaoya didn't show any performance in her actions, every word in her words told Li Feifei: Yan Ning is my Zhuang Xiaoya's man!

Yan Ning leaned against a big stone, smiled bitterly, and said to Li Feifei: "Don't worry, Xiaoya has always spoken so rudely."

"Well..." Li Feifei nodded silently.

He Ziyin's body penetrated deeply into the ruins, and the bones in his body were almost broken. He never expected that at such an important moment, he would be attacked by someone.

And the guy who attacked him was too powerful, right? Even Nie Shi, who was defeated by Yan Ning, wouldn't be so powerful, right?

Before He Ziyin could recover, he suddenly felt someone coming in outside the ruins. When he felt the man suddenly grab his ankle, He Ziyin suddenly shouted: "What are you going to do!"

"ah--"

Zhuang Xiaoya pulled He Ziyin to her side, stepped hard at the middle of his left and right legs...

"Anyway, no one sees you here. You like to be a sissy so much. I will help you today!"

Zhuang Xiaoya held one of He Ziyin's legs, ignored his screams, and quickly stepped on the piece of blood and blood while raising her feet.

Yan Ning, who was outside, heard this familiar scream and couldn't help but sigh silently: He Ziyin, He Ziyin, now you have fulfilled your wish. You don't even need to go to Thailand. If you have the chance, just go to the hospital to bandage it...

"Third Master! Third Master!"

"Brother Yan Ning!"

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from behind Yan Ning. He turned around and found that it was Jiang Wujue, Chen Zhijie, Zhang Rui and his group.

"Are you okay?" Everyone walked to Yan Ning and asked nervously.

"Nothing bad."

Yan Ning's demon body was recovering frantically. Give him a little more time and he can stand up again.
Chapter completed!