Nangong Wuliang did not use weapons because he felt it was not necessary. To deal with a late-stage master, his physical fists were more than enough.
But is it really so
Facing this menacing punch, Song Yan took one step forward.
"boom!"
The fist scraped across his face, carrying a strong heat, but the punch still missed.
The punch failed, and Nangong Wuliang was a little surprised. The punch turned into a sweeping blow. At the same time, the true energy in the body exploded, and the pores on the entire arm shot out air needles, flying out all over the sky and the ground.
The boxing technique he performs is the nine-star martial art "Drizzle Over the Sky Fist". It may seem simple, but it hides great murderous intent and can often catch people off guard.
Seeing that Song Yan was about to be injured by his Qi needles, Nangong Wuliang couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile. Once these Qi needles entered the body, they would take root in the opponent's acupoints and destroy them.
Dantian and acupuncture points are both places where true energy is stored. Once the acupuncture points are destroyed, the skill will greatly decline.
Therefore, this "Dry Rain Fist" is still a very vicious martial art.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as the figure flashed, Song Yan suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"Puff puff!"
Hundreds of air needles lost their target and dissipated after flying dozens of meters.
"Your speed is too slow, maybe you drank too much, otherwise, you should sober up and come back again!"
Song Yan's voice came from behind him.
Nangong Wuliang turned his head sharply and found Song Yan standing dozens of meters away, looking at him with a smile.
At the edge of the school field, Song Jiuhe said with a smile: "The leader's use of the Great Teleportation Technique has become more and more proficient. With this alone, he will be invincible!"
"Yes, this great teleportation technique is really unbelievable. I don't know how the commander mastered it!" Han Gu nodded with deep approval, a trace of envy flashed in her eyes.
In fact, they don't know that since his spiritual power increased greatly, Song Yan's Great Teleportation Technique has improved several levels and has almost reached perfection, leaving Xuanyuan Wuwo who taught him this martial art far behind.
With Song Yan's current great teleportation technique, he could travel five to six thousand miles away with just a thought, and he could dodge at will even within a few inches.
Therefore, as long as it is not a sneak attack, even the Martial Saint can do nothing to him.
Nangong Wuliang flew out again, and while he was in the middle, he launched dozens of punches.
These fist powers suddenly entangled and merged with each other. When they rushed in front of Song Yan, they turned into a fist power dragon. The surging aura almost froze and imprisoned the surrounding space.
There was a cold glint in his eyes, and he thought to himself, aren't you fast in movement? I froze the void, no matter how fast your movements are, you can't get up.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that the great teleportation technique relied on not the main space at all, but the dimensional space.
"Whoosh!"
The figure flashed past, and Song Yan disappeared again, making Nangong Wuliang jump away.
"Your speed is still too slow, come again!"
A slightly sarcastic voice came from behind, which made Nangong Wuliang's murderous intent increase.
He reached out and grabbed it, and a spiritual sword appeared in his hand, exuding breathtaking power.
"Ninth-grade spiritual sword!"
Everyone was surprised when they saw the sword in Nangong Wuliang's hand.
"kill!"
Nangong Wuliang gave a soft drink and swam out as fast as lightning. The ninth-grade spiritual sword in his hand spread all over the space in an instant like continuous rain.
The sword rain came from all directions, and Song Yan seemed unable to hide.
For a moment, everyone's thoughts were in their throats.
"Uncle Master!"
Jue Wuxue even grabbed Mrs. Lei's hand, the worry on her face was self-evident.
"Don't worry, he won't be hurt that easily!" Mrs. Lei comforted.
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yan's figure disappeared again in the center of the continuous rain of swords.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Countless sword rains collided together, bursting out with layers of violent energy, and space cracks appeared one after another.
Seeing this scene, many people opened their mouths and thought to themselves, if I were in the middle of the sword rain, I would probably be torn into pieces.
"Flashy! Let's do something fierce!"
The mocking voices sounded again, almost driving Nangong Wuliang crazy. He couldn't figure out how the guy escaped in the all-pervasive rain of swords.
Suddenly, Nangong Wuliang felt something in his heart. He stopped attacking and stood still, saying, "If you have the ability, don't run away!"
"If you have the ability, you should suppress your strength at the late stage of Grand Master!" Song Yan said with a smile.
"...you...!" Nangong Wuliang was immediately speechless.
"Do you have nothing to say?" Song Yan's eyes flashed with disdain: "I said that even if you don't use the formation, you can't do anything to me. What happens now? You can't even touch the corner of my clothes. You are a waste. You are such a waste. At the extreme level, even a late-stage grandmaster can’t do anything. If I were you, I’d just kill you with a piece of tofu, and I’d be done with it, so as not to be embarrassed in this world!”
"Shut up!"
Nangong Wuliang stared at Song Yan, his eyes seeming to spit out fire.
"Tsk, tsk, you're so angry that you're so embarrassed!" Song Yan said playfully, "You can hit me first if you can!"
"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?" Nangong Wuliang shouted.
"Then you try?" Song Yan's expression became more and more disdainful.
"You asked for this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind Nangong Wu.
"Roar!"
An earth-shattering roar came from the shadow behind him, and then the shadow gradually solidified and turned into a huge white tiger.
"King level martial spirit white tiger!" Lei Jiuming said solemnly.
The next moment, Nangong Wuliang jumped up and merged with the white tiger spirit. Then, another sky-shaking tiger roar sounded.
Immediately, a white shadow shot out, arrived at Song Yan's head in an instant, and then flew out.
"puff!"
The huge tiger claws were indestructible, and wherever they passed, a spatial crack was directly drawn into the void.
but!
The white tiger claw still flew into the air, and Song Yan appeared again dozens of meters away.
Nangong Wuliang, who transformed into a white tiger, didn't give Song Yan a chance to speak. He swooped down again and came to Song Yan's head again.
For a moment, two figures kept flashing in the school grounds. Those with low cultivation levels could not see clearly at all. They could only see two blurry figures, one large and one small.
A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the two groups of shadows were still chasing each other with no results.
"Bang!"
A soft sound.
The huge white tiger suddenly collapsed, and Nangong Wuliang fell from it, staggering a little.
It takes a huge amount of mental energy to transform into a martial spirit. What's more, it's a king-level martial spirit, which consumes even more. It's already remarkable that Nangong Wuliang can sustain it for a quarter of an hour.
"Now it's my turn to take action, Nangong Wuliang, are you ready?" Song Yan also appeared and stared at Nangong Wuliang playfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, purple lightning appeared in Song Yan's hand. Then, he stepped on an unpredictable footwork. The purple lightning in his hand flashed, turning into more than thirty long swords and piercing Nangong Wuliang's acupoints all over his body. Key points.
Author's digression: Second update (to be continued)