Prophet of Rebirth

Nan Gongjie didn't speak anymore. At this time, any words seemed superfluous. Reasoning with an unreasonable person is like playing the piano with a cow. He is not a person who likes to talk nonsense. If it weren't for the presence of Li Fenghuang and Feng Jingxue today He had already turned against Yang Qingwei, but he never thought that he would turn against Yang Qingwei in the end. No matter how he tried to avoid it, he still had to fight. 【 | 】

Nangongjie slowly moved his right hand to the hilt of the Poxue Sword, and a fierce aura slowly emanated out. Facing Yang Qingwei, who was easily defeated not long ago, he had to give it his all at this moment, because he could feel At this time, Yang Qingwei was very strong, a bit outrageously strong. Although he didn't know what caused Yang Qingwei's strength to explode to such an extent in such a short period of time, but now he didn't have time to think too much, because the opposite Yang Qingwei had already He slowly raised his hand.

The slow movement is as heavy as a thousand, the space around the edge of the palm is faintly pulsating, the most basic move of the fortune teller - the roundness of the eyes!

In the eyes of most fortune tellers, the roundness of the yin eye is just a basic defensive move, but in the eyes of experts like Yang Qingwei, the roundness of the yin eye is not only defensive, but also has an offensive effect, not to mention this move It's just a defense.

The Yang family is the top family in Longyan Kingdom, with Yang Qingwei's status in the Yang family, how could it be possible that she does not know some other prophecy techniques.

In the eyes of many people, a prophet is very fragile. Apart from being able to predict the prophet in a mysterious way, he is no different from ordinary people in combat, and even worse than ordinary people. After all, the price of the prophet's prediction But it is quite large, in addition to longevity, the vitality of the body will also be taken away, which is why most people think that the body of the prophet is relatively fragile.

This is true for ordinary prophets, but for those advanced prophets, it is not the same thing at all. You must know that prophets can be regarded as space and time due to the technique of prophecy. Masters, based on their understanding of space and time, how could they be weaker than warriors in terms of combat power? Of course, only some more talented prophets were taught some fighting moves, while ordinary prophets only had some basic skills. It's just a defensive move.

Yang Qingwei's talent is top notch in Qingfeng University, the Yang family, or even in the entire Longyan country. What's more, she is a member of the Yang family, so she will naturally have some powerful moves that a prophet can use.

Nangongjie didn't dare to be careless at all. He knew very well how powerful the prophets were, otherwise he wouldn't have occupied the mainstream of Longyan Kingdom, and he had also fought many top prophets. He knew how ferocious these prophets were. If you are not careful, you may be cut here today.

Poxue's face was slowly pulled out, and a ray of green light came out, making Yang Qingwei on the opposite side narrow her eyes slightly.

Yang Qingwei slowly rotated her hands up and down. As she slowly rotated, one red and one black light gushed out from her hands, and then merged into a full circle. The red and black lights were constantly intertwined, and at the same time It is also slowly rotating, and each rotation will draw a wave of energy from the air. As the full circle composed of red and black continues to rotate, more and more space power is continuously sucked into it, and the entire circle is also changed from the original slap The size became the size of a washbasin, and finally reached a diameter of two meters, and the power of devouring became stronger and stronger.

The five-meter radius of Yang Qingwei was completely destroyed by this devouring force, and a small whirlwind blew up within the five-meter radius, and fine cracks appeared on the marble floor.

"What a strong yin eye!" Li Fenghuang gasped. She had never imagined that the most basic move of a fortune teller could be so strong. In her opinion, the yin eye is even bigger. The function is to defend rather than attack, but now Yang Qingwei seems to have reversed this law. She can feel that faint devouring power seems to be mixed with a trace of evil power, which makes her heart palpitate.

"Qingwei, stop!" Although Feng Jingxue could feel the strength of Yang Qingwei's rounded eyes, but facing Nan Gongjie, a top swordsman, it seemed that this little attack power was not enough at all. Under the fight, unless Yang Qingwei can give up her life, she can't beat Nangongjie at all, but she can feel the indomitable momentum from Yang Qingwei's aura. It may be that she is afraid of being hurt after two defeats. Whether Nangong Jie will be hurt or not has nothing to do with her, but she doesn't want her daughter to be hurt.

"Madman!" At first, Nan Gongjie was also disdainful when facing Yang Qingwei's moves, but soon he changed color. Judging by Yang Qingwei's aura, it seemed that he was going to fight with his life!He is still young now, and the road ahead is still long, long, and he still has the dream of breaking the void and reaching the ultimate martial artist. He doesn't want to fall down here, not because he is afraid of Yang Qingwei's madness, but because he is afraid that he will kill Yang Qingwei. After being injured or even killed, Feng Jingxue would directly destroy her own body. He didn't want to suffer such an innocent disaster. He had already made a plan to avoid the sharp edge, and planned to escape after one blow. With his speed, Yang Qingwei couldn't catch up even if he wanted to, if he hadn't been trapped in the house today, he would have run away long ago, and he believed that Feng Jingxue and Li Fenghuang would definitely keep Yang Qingwei behind, and it was precisely for this reason Nangong Jie did not choose to attack immediately.

Yang Qingwei looked obviously a little bit wrong, coupled with Yang Qingwei's hair that suddenly became white, he knew that something must have happened to Yang Qingwei, but he couldn't figure out what would make Yang Qingwei Personality changed drastically.

"Could it be Ye Qiu's death?" A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across Nangong Jie's mind. One is so crazy.

"Why?" Yang Qingwei's hands were constantly changing gestures like a dream, the power of the roundness of her eyes was getting bigger and bigger, her knotting was also getting slower and slower, and a struggling expression gradually appeared on her face, obviously The power she had accumulated had almost reached the limit she could bear, but her voice did not change in the slightest, she just turned her head and took a deep look at Feng Jingxue, with a look of complexity in her eyes, and a flash of struggle in her heart , but soon the scene of Ye Qiu lying in a pool of blood flashed through his mind, and the struggle was soon deeply suppressed, replaced by indifference.

"Why?" Feng Jingxue was taken aback. She didn't expect Yang Qingwei to ask such a question, nor did she expect Yang Qingwei to ask it so directly. She didn't know how to answer or how to persuade her, so she could only remain silent. .

"Qingwei, do you know who I am?" Li Fenghuang asked from the side.

"Li Fenghuang!" Yang Qingwei glanced lightly, and said three words coldly.

Li Fenghuang felt happy and sad in his heart. The happy thing was that Yang Qingwei still knew him. The sad thing was that Yang Qingwei always called her aunt in the past, but now she directly said her name. This shows from another aspect that Yang Qingwei's heart That touch of emotion has slowly faded away, replaced by ruthlessness and indifference, which neither she nor Feng Jingxue wants to see.

"Qingwei, how can you talk to Aunt Li like this! Don't you even know the last bit of politeness?" Feng Jingxue scolded angrily.

"Polite manners!" Yang Qingwei smiled, that smile was so beautiful that Feng Jingxue's heart trembled violently when she saw it, this smile was familiar yet unfamiliar to her.

"If I hadn't been polite, the two of you wouldn't be standing here so well." Yang Qingwei frowned fiercely. Subconsciously, she wanted to attack the two of them, but there was always a voice in her heart that kept saying Stopping herself, preventing herself from hurting the two people in front of her, this splitting feeling made her very uncomfortable.

"You..." Feng Jingxue didn't expect Yang Qingwei to talk to herself like this, and she was too angry to speak.

"Jingxue, don't be angry, the current Qingwei is no longer the former Qingwei, you must calm down, if even you can't calm down, who else can save Qingwei." Li Fenghuang pulled Fengjing fiercely. Xue's sleeves, signaling Feng Jingxue not to be impulsive.

Nangong Jie's sword has been fully pulled out, and the sharpness of the sword is constantly exuding. At the same time, an indomitable aura emanates from Nangong Jie's body. His eyes are fixed on the one in front of Yang Qingwei who already has two It's not that he hasn't dealt with the most basic move of the prophet for a two-se circle with a diameter of [-] meter. However, in previous battles, he has faced the defensive yin circle, so he never thought that this move is still so powerful. At this moment, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Squeak!"

Yang Qingwei's energy accumulation was finally at its peak, but her standing figure seemed to be bent down a little by something. She took a step forward slowly, and the marble on the ground was unexpectedly crushed by her light touch. The crack was stepped on one step at a time.

Nangong Jie's pupils contracted sharply, and he took a step back subconsciously. His unstoppable aura subconsciously subsided. This was intolerable to him. At the same time, he also felt a trace of humiliation in his heart. Taking a step back in fright is simply a great shame.

The aura that fell back on Nangongjie was turned up again, and he took a step forward with his right foot, and then he returned to the aura that was indomitable before, but there were some cracks in this aura, and it was no longer so pure, but Nangongjie Didn't realize it.

Yang Qingwei was keenly aware of this, but her steps became much lighter. After three steps, she was no more than five meters away from Nangong Jie, and then slowly punched out, the fist pierced through the center of the double circle, There was a huge ripple in the entire double-se circle, and at the moment when the fist passed through the double-se circle, half of the power of the double-se circle was gathered on the fist, and the snow-white fist was covered by red and black The gas is completely wrapped, and the power is condensed but not emitted.

Yang Qingwei's arm is only half a meter long, which seems too far away compared to the five meters distance from Nangongjie. It makes people feel that Yang Qingwei's powerful punch seems to hit the air directly, even if Yang Qingwei's arm grows a few more Bei couldn't hit Nangong Jie, but the next moment something horrifying happened.

The fist just moved forward lightly, and Nangong Jie seemed to automatically appear in front of the fist. The fierce wind of the fist made Nangong Jie's white hair stand upright.

Nan Gongjie knew very well that he hadn't moved all this time, and that it was Yang Qingwei who moved. The moment Yang Qingwei punched, her body moved towards him at the same speed, but because the speed was too fast, there was still Yang Qingwei's punching time in place. The afterimage of Yang Qingwei made him tremble slightly. This speed was not as good as it was in his heyday. He no longer had the slightest chance of escaping from Yang Qingwei's grasp. The only hope was Feng Jingxue and Li Fenghuang. There were two of them, and only two of them stopped Yang Qingwei before he could quickly disappear into the blurred night.

"Break the snow!" When Yang Qingwei's fist struck at him with an indomitable momentum, Nan Gongjie had no choice but to swing the sword in his hand. A dazzling white light almost split the entire night in half. The blade of the sword shone with a chilling light, and the sky seemed to be full of snow-breaking sword lights. Because of this sword, the entire corridor suddenly became daylight, and the sharp sword energy came out, followed by a strange It condensed into a point, and pointed at Yang Qingwei's fist.

Nangongjie's sword changed the faces of Li Fenghuang and Feng Jingxue. Feng Jingxue almost couldn't help but wanted to make a move, but was held tightly by Li Fenghuang. The last thing they wanted to see was the loss of both. Yes, but that's what she wanted, and only when both sides were injured could they successfully keep Yang Qingwei, otherwise with Yang Qingwei's current strength, they would have to spend a lot of effort to injure Yang Qingwei, even though it was the same two injuries , but the effect is completely different. If they shot and wounded Yang Qingwei, Yang Qingwei's hostility would inevitably be exchanged, and they couldn't do anything to Yang Qingwei. In the end, Yang Qingwei might deal with them. No one likes to watch this kind of tragedy It's not that it's a last resort, they don't want to go this far.Of course, if Nangong Jie injured Yang Qingwei, the effect would be completely different. Not only could they keep Yang Qingwei, but they would also gain Yang Qingwei's favor and even approval. Maybe they could let Yang Qingwei stay with them if they found a suitable reason. by his side, so that he doesn't have to worry about being hunted down by the prophecy world of Longyan Kingdom.

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang, which made people's ears hurt.

The place where Po Xuejian and Yang Qingwei's fists collided sent out waves of ripples, and the walls in the corridor were gently touched by the ripples, and a large area of ​​the walls suddenly collapsed.

The sword body of the Poxue Sword was suddenly bent into an arc due to the impact of the huge force. It seemed that no matter how powerful the Poxue Sword was, it would break due to the unbearable load.

Nangong Jie never expected this scene. He couldn't believe that his nearly full-strength blow could not knock Yang Qingwei back. A little bit of blood flowed out of his fist. To Yang Qingwei, this small injury was not a serious problem at all, but Nangong Jie himself was shaken violently. It drilled into its own body and wreaked havoc.

"Ok!"

Nangong Jie snorted, a smear of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but it was not over yet, he felt the Po Xuejian was under more and more pressure, if he persisted for a few more seconds, Po Xue Sword would probably be defeated It was crushed and broken, which he didn't want to see, and it wasn't what he wanted to see. To him, Poxue Sword was his life. As a swordsman who was born for the sword, the sword is alive, and the sword is dead. , he doesn't want to die here.

Thinking of this, Nangong Jie backed away, and with the power passed on again, his body shot towards the back like an arrow off the string, with a loud bang, shaking the people behind him. The falling wall collapsed directly.

"Pfft!"

Yang Qingwei only felt a void in front of her, and the force of the blow directly hit the empty space. The injury suppressed by Nangong Jie's Poxue sword broke out uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood could no longer be restrained. The blood spurted out. The mist drifted away and dyed her snowy white hair red.

Nangong Jie crashed through the wall, and the Poxue Sword tapped lightly against another wall, and then crashed through another wall again, and people rushed out like lightning. This is the 33rd floor. For ordinary people, jumping out like this is undoubtedly To kill himself by jumping off a building, although for a master like Nan Gongjie, the 33rd floor is just a very ordinary height, if he falls straight from a height of 100 meters, he will undoubtedly die, but this is a building after all, every Each layer has a good buffer point, and the 33rd floor is no different from the first floor for him.It took only a few flashes to reach the bottom of the building, and the figure disappeared into the vast night in a flash again.

When Yang Qingwei walked with difficulty to the big hole that Nan Gongjie broke through when he escaped, Nan Gongjie's figure had disappeared. Looking at the night in the distance, her face was neither sad nor happy.

"Pfft!"

After standing for a long time, a mouthful of reverse blood spewed out again. After this mouthful of blood was spurted out, Yang Qingwei's entire face was as pale as paper, and her whole body's aura also weakened. However, she still stood upright, looking at the distant The night sky was in a daze.

On the surface, Yang Qingwei had the upper hand in this confrontation, but only Yang Qingwei understood in her heart that her injuries were much greater than Nangong Jie's. If Nangong Jie came back with another carbine, she would really die in Nangong Jie's hands today. In fact, the previous indifference was just her pretending.

"Qingwei!" Feng Jingxue and Li Fenghuang had already walked behind Yang Qingwei. Seeing Yang Qingwei spit out two mouthfuls of blood, Feng Jingxue felt unbearable pain in her heart, but she did not dare to approach Yang Qingwei, because Yang Qingwei was now It's full of danger.

"Something happened!" The moment Yang Qingwei turned her head, her dull eyes became cold again. Feng Jingxue and Li Fenghuang gave her the feeling that they were more dangerous than Nangong Jie, although she felt that they would not harm her at all. , but at this time her temperament has changed drastically, except for the two of them, she will not believe anyone. ! .