This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 1107 The nine pairs of heroes break out at dawn

"Huangkou kid, if that Li Gui Shou is still there, maybe you still have some chance of winning. Now - ha."

Lingcheng laughed loudly and pointed the knife at Yan Fengyun: "If the poor monk wants to kill you, one move is enough."

"Then give it a try."

Faced with Lingcheng's scorn, Yan Fengyun immediately retaliated. He raised his inner strength to his Dantian and concentrated his Qi on his palms. In just an instant, the explosive power shattered his sleeves, and a thunder-like sound was heard. The dragon's roar began to sound slowly around him.

Lingcheng narrowed his eyes and put away some of his contempt: "That old beggar from the Beggar Clan really thinks highly of you, and he actually taught you this magical skill."

Yan Fengyun gritted his teeth and endured the tearing pain to squeeze out all the internal energy in his body bit by bit. A series of lightning-like thunderbolts roared on his arms, and a pale dragon shadow slowly took shape.

As Yan Fengyun shouted, a golden light slowly emerged from his palm, and the illusory and broken white dragon instantly transformed into a golden dragon that roared and tore the air.

Yan Fengyun's arms turned like windmills, causing the golden dragon to wrap around him. Accompanied by the roar of the thunderous dragon, he crushed the ground under his feet and his whole body popped up like a cannonball. At the same time, he pushed towards Monk Lingcheng with both palms. go--

"Kanglong has regrets!"

Lingcheng took a deep breath and held the blood knife in both hands. The furious knife ripped open the ground. The cracked earth seemed like the gate of hell that had been opened. The screams of thousands of ghosts almost pierced his eardrums. He descended from below. He met the golden dragon, and for a moment, flying sand and rocks seemed to flood the world.

"Die!"

The blood knife hit the Dragon Subduing Palm, and the poison-quenched blade was seen to be immersed inch by inch into the golden dragon's body. In an instant, it seemed that the whine of the golden dragon could be heard. Yan Fengyun spat out a mouthful of blood, but in the end Still holding her palms tightly, she shouted loudly: "Miss Gu!"

"Lingcheng, suffer death!"

Gu Zijin swung out the flying sword and dazzled Lingcheng's eyes. She floated behind him like a ghost, then formed a palm and hit the opponent on the back.

But just when Gu Zijin's palm fell, he heard the trembling sound of gold and iron from Lingcheng. Yan Fengyun looked up in shock and saw that the monk's whole body was filled with a golden copper. color.

"Is this Shaolin's Vajra Indestructible Body?!" Yan Fengyun gritted his teeth.

"Hmph, you smart guys, do you think this poor monk only knows this sword skill?"

Monk Lingcheng laughed proudly. He could already predict that Yan Fengyun would die of exhaustion and that Gu Zijin would not be his opponent. He won this battle!

In Lingcheng's laughter, Yan Fengyun's unwilling roar could be heard, but there was no trace of disdain flashing in Gu Zijin's eyes. The moment the white rainbow palm fell, she changed her moves.

"Boy, I blame you for choosing the wrong opponent, poor monk——"

Lingcheng's voice suddenly stopped, and Yan Fengyun's golden dragon, which was almost cut off by his blood sword, seemed to be reborn from the fire, and once again let out a dragon roar that shocked people's hearts.

"How is that possible? Why do you still have the strength?"

Lingcheng finally discovered that it wasn't that Yan Fengyun had returned to his original glory, but that his sword had become weaker!

As if there was a hole in the balloon, his inner strength was constantly being drained away, and the person who was manipulating him like a mouse was none other than Gu Zijin, who had just hit him with a palm.

"You - what kind of magic are you doing?!" Lingcheng turned his head with difficulty to look at Gu Zijin behind him, unable to hide the horror in his tone.

The traces of bloody energy were taken away by Gu Zijin, causing her face to become stained with an unnatural flush. She sneered and said: "You are ignorant, you know that I am a disciple of the Xiaoyao sect, but you still look down on me like this." I will teach you, the frog in the well, what martial arts is today!”

"Damn it!"

Lingcheng roared angrily. He could clearly feel as if a tube had been inserted into his Dantian. The feeling of being drained of his inner strength was really terrible. After just a moment, the bloody knife that had the upper hand just now was like a wind. The candle flame in the sky seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it out.

"Haha, doesn't it feel uncomfortable to have all your inner strength taken away?" Gu Zijin endured the discomfort and said coldly: "In that case, I'll give it all back to you!"

After the words fell, Gu Zijin quickly reversed his internal energy and pushed all the internal energy he had just withdrawn back into Lingcheng's body. A stream of mixed zhenqi suddenly crashed into Lingcheng's body, making his internal organs feel as if they were on fire. It hurts.

"what--!"

Ling Cheng cried out in pain. The Blood Sword was finally no match for the Golden Dragon. The bronze color on his skin faded in an instant. Yan Fengyun and Gu Zijing beat him one after another, almost causing him to explode and die.

"puff!"

Looking up to the sky and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lingcheng used his last strength to grab Gu Zijin behind him and threw her onto Yan Fengyun. The two of them collided and retreated.

Lingcheng himself was lying on the ground, having almost lost all his resistance.

Gu Zijin also felt uncomfortable. She was not very proficient in the Beiming Divine Art. Today's crazy operation was already hurting others and herself. On the contrary, Yan Fengyun's condition at the moment was barely passable. After all, he had just exhausted his true energy. Just a little exhausted.

"Miss Gu, are you okay?" Yan Fengyun supported Gu Zijin worriedly.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Gu Zijin's forehead. The blood-colored Qi she had just breathed in was indeed something wrong. It had already affected her mind. Even her body couldn't help but feel hot, as if she was going crazy.

However, she still held on to Yan Fengyun and said, "Be careful, it's not over yet!"

"What?" After Yan Fengyun heard this, he looked at Monk Lingcheng in surprise.

Although Lingcheng fell, there was another person here at the moment.

"Junior brother, please don't use your true energy again, otherwise there will be no cure, and you will have no choice but to die."

A kind-hearted monk leaned over Lingcheng and sealed all the meridians in Lingcheng's body with several fingers. Then he stood up and said Amitabha.

"Who are you!" Yan Fengyun asked.

The monk clasped his hands together and said calmly: "The poor monk Ling Yi, a practicing monk of the Lotus Temple, has met the two benefactors. Junior Brother Lingcheng has caused trouble to them, and the poor monk would like to apologize on his behalf."

"Hmph, stop being hypocritical."

Gu Zijin twitched the corner of his mouth and stared: "Your junior brother did these crazy things, but you turned a blind eye. You should be here to clean up his mess at this moment, but I have said something ugly before, you want to kill us, But it’s not that simple.”

Ling Yi remained silent, and Gu Zijin sneered: "When I came this time, I left a letter with Master Beiming. If he doesn't see me returning safely, he will definitely come to investigate. By then, this small temple of yours will... It may not be able to withstand the anger of the Xiaoyao Sect!"

Although Gu Zijin's words were sonorous and powerful, Ling Yi felt that he was somewhat lacking in confidence. The other party had reached the end of his rope. However, after he thought about it carefully, his raised eyes sank again.

The Xiaoyao Sect is indeed not easy to mess with, and Bei Mingzi is not a pushover either. This strange Taoist priest had just seized the magical weapon Tianji from Zhujian Villa not long ago, and is currently in the limelight. If he attacks Gu Zijing now, he will inevitably provoke this powerful enemy.

"Amitabha."

Monk Lingyi sighed, then picked up Lingcheng on the ground, turned around and left without saying anything.

(End of this chapter)