"...There's nothing surprising about this, right?" Seeing Ning Wanjun frowning, An Youlang said proactively, "Ordinary people can't sense the existence of Qi and activate the power of heaven and earth. People call animals that don't know how to cultivate and make fire. Beast, what should we call a person who cannot sense anger?"
"What 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 demons. Of course, practitioners like you who use the power of evil spirits are indeed It cannot be measured by human thoughts.”
"That's just the misunderstanding of the world. Xie Sui is a term with emotions attached. Putting aside 'good and evil', its essence is a mixture of Qi and accumulation, which is chaos." An Youlang spread his hands and said, "Relying on Qi Is there any essential difference between using magic to cast spells and using chaos to pursue power?"
"Even if you turn yourself into this?"
"There is always a price to pay for pursuing power. In my opinion, chaos is the goal that alchemists should explore. After all, the closer you get to chaos, the more unnatural the power becomes—this is true for evil spirits, and so is it for us!"
"I agree, but it's best to go to the Underworld to pursue it." Ning Wanjun felt that the breath in her body had calmed down a lot, and she raised her spear again, "At least this way 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 lasted? Even the most stubborn one , only three years." He raised his hand to bluff, and a black book suddenly appeared in the air, and then he clicked his fingers and said, "Execution platform!"
The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the melee yard 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 it, rushed forward with a gun, and yelled at the same time.
This low roar was like thunder rolling past, the desert was suddenly torn apart like a mirror, and the chains were broken in response!
In an instant, she was in front of An Youlang.
After the latter dodged to avoid the princess's thrust, he quickly turned the book to another page, "It is not affected by hallucinations, what about this one? The art of Kan has come to an end, echo!"
Ning Wanjun suddenly felt an indescribable pain in her shoulder!
The pain even gave her the idea of fainting on the spot.
Even so, she still held on to her body and swung the spear in her hand - this blow had lost its initial momentum and was blocked by An Youlang's iron fingers.
"It doesn't look very comfortable." An Youlang said sarcastically, "This technique can amplify all kinds of feelings in your body, especially pain. As long as the stimulation is strong enough, it can cause death even without trauma. Facing ten times the pain , do you still dare to act like you did before, preferring to get hurt yourself rather than let me see blood? No... Of course not, your body will reject you - "
Before he finished speaking, Ning Wanjun's spear had already pierced his abdomen.
"It seems that this body is still under my command for the time being." The princess took two deep breaths.
"You-" An Youlang knocked him back with a palm, covering his bleeding belly with both hands.
"Although it's not magnified ten times... but the feeling of having your intestines pierced is not pleasant, right?"
"Very good, very good!" An Youlang felt a surge of anger rushing into his heart. Although the evil night was caused by human power and could not last for a long time, as long as the night lingered, he could continue to draw vitality. Anyone who realizes this will no longer think that he has any chance of winning. But the woman in front of him, knowing that she was no match for him, still angered him over and over again, she was so hateful! He decided to let the other party understand what it means to be unable to live and to die.
An Youlang took the initiative to attack Ning Wanjun for the first time!
The tactics she used were exactly the ones she had used before—
Relying on continuous attacks, forcing the opponent to choose between death and dodge, each accumulation of injuries will eventually turn into an irreversible defeat.
What's more, the pain caused by every wound now leaves a deep impression on the princess.
And Ning Wanjun did feel tremendous pressure.
Those iron hands were as heavy as a thousand stones. After blocking many times, she began to have trouble holding the slippery gun shaft in her hands.
Blood flowed from the broken wounds on her forehead, cheeks, and neck, mixing with sweat and moistening her chest.
This guy is making progress.
The flaws in the previously rough moves have been gradually erased, and whether it is cutting, picking, stabbing or grabbing, the timing of selection has become increasingly smooth and reasonable. The two pairs of iron palms were like weapons that could shoot left and right, making her unable to defend against them.
If one puts aside his identity, stance 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 strategy is almost a sure-fire way to win when facing an opponent whose overall strength is one level lower than hers. The only way to break the situation is to risk one's life.
Concentrate and leave no room for error!
Only by forcing the oppressor to make concessions can we seize the slightest opportunity!
Just when An Youlang put his five fingers together and stabbed her, Ning Wanjun retracted her spear, stepped forward, bumped into his palm, and at the same time extended the gun barrel with all her strength!
A flash of cold light—
The two of them stopped in place at the same time.
The tip of the spear penetrated An Youlang's right chest, completely piercing his chest!
And An Youlang's palm also penetrated deeply into Ning Wanjun's left shoulder.
The severe pain made her try her best not to moan.
"Injuring both sides and living towards death, is this your way to break the situation?" An Youlang couldn't help grinning, "Haha... Haha, Your Highness, are you overwhelmed by the pain and forget that I can The injuries suffered are far beyond those of ordinary alchemists? Most people would choose to give in because they don’t want to die together, but I have no such fear!"
Ning Wanjun coughed up blood, "Then why did you avoid it by three inches in the end?"
"Because you can't die now." An Youlang said ferociously, "I said, you will be the first collection I bring back to my homeland, but you are by no means the one I cherish the most."
"Strange..." Ning Wanjun sighed, and the look in her eyes suddenly became much more relaxed.
"What's weird?" An Youlang couldn't help but be stunned.
"I've been nagging 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 he finished speaking, a sharp arrow shot straight towards An Youlang's face with a whistling sound. At the same time, Ning Wanjun let go of the spear and tightly clasped the other's arm inserted into his shoulder with both hands!
This was Qiuyue's attack after quietly approaching, and it was even more powerful than before!
It was too late to pull out his hand to resist, so An Youlang simply opened his mouth and bit down hard the moment the arrow flew towards him!
His two front teeth were suddenly knocked out, and a triangular gash was cut on both sides of his lips, but he still held the arrow in his mouth.
Spitting out the bloody arrowhead and teeth, An Youlang roared at Qiuyue, "That's it? Nothing more than that! Come again!"
"Look at the other side." Ning Wanjun reminded.
A dazzling flame mixed with thousands of sparks suddenly appeared on the side of the yard. Against the backdrop of the evil night, this unnatural light appeared extremely eye-catching.
An Youlang followed the light and saw a towering black shadow looming behind the splashing sparks - it looked very square and did not look like an evil spirit turned into evil spirit.
What's this
As soon as this thought came to 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 rolled down by a wave of air, the archer who had sneak-attacked him flying towards the princess, and his half-broken body.