Yin and Yang Dual Cultivation

Chapter 22 Life and Death Race

"Who!" Just as there was a change on Li An's side, Wu San, who was facing away from him among the many evil cultivators, suddenly opened his eyes.

However, only the long ruler in Li An's hand responded to Wu San.

Li An was already extremely fast, and the distance between the two was very close. Wu San felt the strong wind sweeping behind him, and hurriedly thrust the long scythe in his hand behind him.

He blocked it, but the many evil cultivators around him who couldn't get together didn't have such good luck.

Even when Wu San spoke, they knew something strange was happening, but only evil cultivators above spirit gathering had the chance to move their entire body upwards to avoid the vital points in an instant, while those evil cultivators who built the foundation were all hit...

It was too late, Wu San inserted the long scythe into the ground to block Li An, and then jumped up inertially. At this time, he was in the air, watching the ground howling in pain and the one whose half was cut off because of too much misfortune. The face of the head's subordinates was as black as a black copper coffin on a high platform.

"court death!"

The person who came here was just a boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old. Even if he felt a kind of domineering 'will' in the boy, but how high his cultivation level can be at such an age, there are so many people on his side, there is nothing to worry about .

Among the tortured monks on the steps, some of them have not yet lost their consciousness, and they were overjoyed when they were awakened by Li An's 'meaning', but they couldn't help but feel sad when they saw who came.

"Hey, there is another fellow who strayed into it. He is still a teenager, and he can only end up with us. It seems really sad."

The purpose in Li An's heart was very clear, that is, to come to the junction on the high platform, he pursed his lips and stared at the black copper coffin, and rushed towards it without stopping.

"How brave!"

Wu San could see what the young man was thinking. With a loud shout, he swooped down towards Li An with his scythe attached. A group of evil cultivators stood in front of the barrier and looked at the overconfident young man with disdain.

The pinnacle of spiritual gathering!Li An's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, Zhang Longchi went towards Wu San Shanghuo who was in mid-air.

Although there is a gloomy glow on the Zhanglong ruler, but the mere effort can only be used to build the foundation, and Wu San doesn't look at it at all. He holds a giant scythe in the air and directly swung a beam of energy towards the ruler...

"Twenty feet, only twenty feet away!"

As soon as Lian Gang touched the Zhanglong ruler, the latter broke off directly from the middle under the weight. After that, Lian Gang's momentum remained undiminished and continued to fly towards Li An who was rushing forward on the ground.

Fifteen feet!
Li An was very calm. After all, the flow crystal black soft steel was only suitable for the foundation building stage, so it was expected that it would be broken directly when faced with a frontal blow from a peak spirit gathering powerhouse.

Facing the scythe, Li An's previous life's experience in grasping the details of the battle was vividly reflected. After dodging sideways, he swung the only remaining ruler at the scythe, and the ruler broke again, but only four feet remained.

Although Wu San, who leaned down in the air, was puzzled by Li An's behavior, he didn't think too much about it, and directly threw another scythe at the latter.

The ruler has turned into a sword, and while Wu San is swinging the giant scythe, Li An directly draws the Yin-Yang Stage [-] of his whole body, and swings a killing sword intent upward...

"Ok?"

Wu San's pupils shrank in the air, no wonder he felt a sense of 'intention' in the young man, but he didn't see it displayed for a long time, it turned out to be the Dacheng sword intent.

Although he was surprised, he was not moved by it. The young man without Yukong was obviously still in the foundation building stage. Even if he had the help of the Dacheng Sword Intent, it didn't matter that the sickle and the sword hadn't touched each other yet, Wu San threw out a sickle again, Obviously he was not going to give Ang Lee a chance to breathe.

"boom!"

The sword intent and the scythe made a loud noise when they touched each other. There was not a long stalemate between the two. The second scythe came from behind and merged with the previous scythe.

The Killing Sword Intent was lost in an instant, and then collapsed suddenly. Li An had no choice but to drive the Sword Intent into Mo Feng, trying to block the sickle and at the same time stop Wu San for a moment.

ten feet!

"Cultivation! I need cultivation!" Li An yelled in his heart. He had a deep understanding of the importance of cultivation at this time. It was really hard for the sword intent of the fifth level of foundation to match the peak of spirit gathering. fight.

Mo Feng collided with the scythe, and another loud noise spread throughout the entire space. The scythe dissipated, but Mo Feng only had one foot in front of the hilt of the sword and continued to rush towards Wu San.

Wu San felt turmoil in his heart, this boy had such a heaven-defying fighting spirit and possessed a sword intent, so he must be killed on the spot to avoid future troubles.

He swiped at Mo Feng with a giant scythe in his hand, and Mo Feng, who was only one foot long, was sent flying to nowhere.

The two were getting close, and a cruel smile appeared on Wu San's face.

Bazhang!The two meet.

"Die!" Wu San yelled, and at the same time, the giant scythe in his hand slashed fiercely at Li An who was on the ground.

The evil cultivator named Wu Liu was surprised that Li An could last so long in the third brother's hands, but now Li An didn't even have any weapons to meet him, and the look on his face was replaced by joking.

But the next scene made many evil cultivators almost drop their jaws to the ground.

I saw Li An trying to lower his body, and then jumped up into the sky like a spring. Although he tried his best to avoid it, the scythe in Wu San's hand still slashed across Li An's body.

A piercing pain stretched from Ang Li's chest to his crotch, but at this moment he had no chance to savor or examine his injuries.

"what!"

Wu San stood there blankly holding a giant scythe, and all the evil cultivators were also confused.

Know for a long time.

There were bursts of unbridled laughter from the entire underground palace.

"This kid is really fucking wild!" After Wu San came to his senses, he waved his scythe and couldn't help but curse.

Wu Liu also clicked his lips, "Didn't he see the power of the black mist before? It was used to erode the barrier that the old immortal had set up."

"Forget it, it saved a lot of effort, but there could have been an extra wisp in the black mist." Wu San pouted.

Seeing that Li An disappeared like a mud cow into the sea after entering the black mist, many evil cultivators sat cross-legged under the high platform one by one.

"Go ahead." Wu San said lightly.

After listening, many evil cultivators closed their eyes again.None of them took the kid just now to heart, as if it was just a flavoring agent in the boring days.

"Ok?"

Wu San's closed eyes suddenly opened again, and other evil cultivators cast doubtful glances.

"What's going on, the resentment is out of control?" Wu San lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Look!" An evil cultivator subconsciously looked at the black mist when he heard the words, but the sudden change of the black mist surprised him.

The rest of the people looked in the direction of his finger, and saw another vortex in the black mist turning faster and getting bigger and bigger, but its range was gradually shrinking at a speed that could be detected by the naked eye.

"That kid!" Wu San shouted suddenly, he was shocked but at the same time he had no way to do anything.

Inside the black mist is full of resentment accumulated over the years, even he dare not enter, the resentment can be used by evil cultivators to refine and harvest for their own use, but if they directly break into it, it will only be counterproductive. Not a single trace of corrosion remains...

Wu San can only pray that the mutation of the black mist will disappear quickly. It is the result of more than ten years of planning in the entire Necromancer Villa. If there is any loss, I am afraid that all previous efforts will be for naught. The Lord punished me with death!
(End of this chapter)