In the Wuhun Palace.
Ning Mo's face was both ferocious and murderous.
Seeing this, Song Yan shook his head, with a particularly complicated expression: "You'd better leave, you are no match for me!"
After he got the opportunity of Ning Mo, he could actually choose to kill him to avoid any future troubles, because the protagonist of a world will always have good luck, and if he didn't kill him, he would probably have endless troubles once he became an enemy.
But because of his benevolence, he didn't do that.
Later, when Ning Mo's brother and sister were hunted down, he rescued them without hesitation, causing them to be in trouble and being hated by Wu Yu.
After entering the Qingwei Sect, Ning Mo exposed his identity as the descendant of the Devouring Demon Lord and was purged by the sect, but he assumed the responsibility of taking care of his sister for him.
After doing so much for him, Song Yan didn't expect to get anything in return from him, but he didn't expect that in the end, Ning Mo would still treat him as an enemy and even want to kill him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Even so, he decided to give him a chance.
Hearing this, a layer of sarcasm appeared on Ning Mo's face: "Huang Liang, you think you have been better than me since you defeated me once. Today, I want you to know what a big mistake it is to underestimate me, Ning Mo. !”
"Chiyin!"
The long black sword was unsheathed, and immediately, a cold and evil aura filled the air, almost freezing the surrounding air.
Taking one step forward, the Devouring Demon Sword in Ning Mo's hand pointed directly at Song Yan's chest: "Are you ready to die?"
Seeing this, Song Yan knew that Ning Mo was determined to kill him.
For those who want to kill him, he will just... kill them too.
"Chiyin!"
Song Yan also pulled out his sword Zidian.
The purple electric sword pointed diagonally at the ground. Suddenly, with Song Yan's body as the center, a tenacious and warm aura appeared. When the evil and cold aura encountered this aura, it was like a mouse meeting a cat, retreating quickly. Finally, it retracted back to the Devouring Demon Sword.
Although Ningmo's cultivation has reached the late stage of Grandmaster.
However, his cultivation was obtained through plunder, not his own, and it was never that smooth to use.
Song Yan once read a martial arts novel called "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" in the post-apocalyptic world. The protagonist Duan Yu accidentally learned the Beiming Divine Art and absorbed a large amount of internal energy. At a young age, he has an internal energy of more than a hundred years.
However, all his internal strength comes from others, so his fighting ability is very poor.
Now, although Ning Mo's situation is better than Duan Yu's, it's not much better.
All he can rely on now is the strong Qi and the evil Devouring Demon Sword.
"Go to hell!"
Feeling that her aura was being suppressed, Ning Mo's face darkened.
His body swayed and turned into a black lightning, and the Devouring Demon Sword in his hand exploded with unparalleled momentum.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
The black sword energy was overwhelming and dense, completely covering Song Yan.
These sword qi all carried an evil and cold aura. Hundreds of sword qi attacked at once, and Song Yan felt his whole body stiffen.
A thought came to my mind.
The immortal energy in his body suddenly circulated, and his stiff body returned to normal instantly.
Immediately, he stepped out and stabbed out the purple electric sword in his hand with one sword on the left and the other on the right.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The seemingly invincible black sword energy was easily blocked by Song Yan and could not pose any threat to him at all.
"Although your sword energy is strong, it's flashy. It's okay against ordinary people. But when you meet me, it's just a waste of effort!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan stabbed out a few more swords, and the sword energy that filled the sky suddenly disappeared.
"This is just the beginning, do you really think this is my real strength!"
Ning Mo sneered, but a hint of jealousy flashed deep in his eyes.
He once used the move just now to instantly kill a late-stage grandmaster, but this move was used against Song Yan, who was only in the mid-stage grandmaster stage, and it didn't cause any harm to him.
"Take another move from me and swallow the world!"
boom!
The next moment, Ning Mo sprayed out streams of black mist. The mist was black and extremely thick. Suddenly, the entire area within a hundred meters was shrouded in thick black mist.
"This move is somewhat interesting, but if I want to defeat you, it will only take a snap of my fingers!"
Song Yan stepped into the black mist without hesitation, and Gu Xie Huayu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help but have a look of worry on his face.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
A series of crashing sounds came from the black mist. After a while, the black mist shattered, and a black figure fell out and landed more than ten meters away. It was Ning Mo.
Seeing this scene, Gu Xie Huayu couldn't help but smile.
Soon, the black mist completely dissipated. Song Yan stood on the spot with a sword in one hand, looking at Ning Mo more than ten meters away with a calm expression, and said: "If you have any other tricks, just use them!"
"Wow!"
Hearing Song Yan's words, Ning Mo's chest rose and fell sharply, and he eventually spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and his face became a little pale.
"Why is your energy and blood unaffected by my demon-devouring technique?"
Song Yan smiled: "My whole body of true energy and energy and blood are completely controlled by myself. You can only absorb it if I am willing to let you absorb it. Otherwise, you will never be able to absorb even a single bit of it!"
"I see, it seems that I underestimated you!"
Ning Mo stood up slowly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his expression became extremely determined.
Song Yan nodded: "Indeed, people who have learned powerful skills are not necessarily strong. Only those who perfectly control themselves are truly powerful. All your strength is obtained by plundering others. Even if you are ten times stronger, you are still not me." opponent!"
"Shut up!"
After hearing Song Yan's words, Ning Mo was unwilling to admit it.
"boom!"
The energy and blood all over his body suddenly burned, and then black flames rose up from his body surface.
"die!"
"Whoosh!"
Ningmo disappeared on the spot and turned into a thin black line.
In an instant, Song Yan was greeted by waves of crazy assassinations from all directions.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Song Yan calmly waved the purple lightning in his hand. The speed seemed slow, but he blocked all the assassinations.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Mo attacked with more than a thousand swords.
Unfortunately, it failed to penetrate Song Yan's defense, and there was no damage at all.
Whoosh!
His figure landed more than ten meters away again, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"Is there any more moves? If there are no moves, I will take one!" Song Yan said playfully.
"Huang Liang, what I have given you today will be repaid twice as much in the future!"
Hearing Ning Mo's words, Song Yan knew that he was already planning to escape, so he smiled and shook his head: "You have no future!"
Ning Mo curled her lips disdainfully: "Although I am not as strong as you, but I want to leave, but you can't keep me!"
"Then try it!" Song Yan said.
"Farewell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Mo disappeared directly from the spot.
The next moment, his figure appeared ten miles away.
But immediately, the expression on his face turned to horror, because a few meters away, Song Yan was looking at him with a smile.
"You...how did you catch up with me?"
Song Yan's eyes fell on a jade pendant on Ning Mo's chest: "What you rely on should be the teleporting jade pendant on your chest! But, I can also teleport, so you are destined to You can’t escape my pursuit!”
Author's digression: second update
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