The corners of Wenger's mouth twitched, and the muscles on his face were twisted with laughter.
Sun Haoning held his hand on his forehead and looked helpless, exactly the same as when Yi Ran saw Mo Xiangyi.
Sun Haoning originally wanted to unite with the youth to attack Wenger, but now it seems that the youth wants to challenge the two of them alone!
Wenger's smile gradually stopped, and the aura from his body spread, turning into a strong wind that overwhelmed the weeds and trees, and roared hoarsely:
"Even the geniuses from the southern part of the empire dare not ignore me like this. Who do you think you are?"
Wenger was obviously extremely angry after being ignored by Yiran.
To him, Yiran's contemptuous tone was even more humiliating than killing himself.
"wind"! Hearing Wenger's explosive roar, two huge wind slashes appeared without even chanting.
One slash was directed at Sun Haoning, and the other was slashed at Yi Ran. Without any words, he directly proved his absolute arrogance with actions.
Sun Haoning did not hesitate. Seeing Wenger launch an attack, he also rushed towards Wenger.
In his opinion, although the young man's tone is loud, the threat is not necessarily as great as Wenger's.
Yiran was stunned for a moment when he saw Wenger trying to fight one against two while Sun Haoning continued to attack Wenger.
Obviously he didn't expect that he would attract Wenger's hatred, but he only shared the pressure of Sun Haoning.
But Yiran didn't care. The sound of swords sounded, and a sword energy directly enveloped the two of them and shot towards them.
Sun Haoning punched the sword energy and took five steps back.
Wenger used a wind roar to resist the sword energy, but was also knocked back three steps by the sword energy.
A burst of sword energy instantly made the two of them look at Yiran, and the three of them immediately fell into a melee.
Only Mo Xiangyi sat bored in the distance, Xue Yiran held her forehead and sighed: "Hey, why is this guy hiding his strength again?"
The two groups in the distance saw that the girl was far away from the battlefield and had no intention of taking action. They did not come to provoke her and continued to fight.
In the three-man battlefield, Sun Haoning was severely suppressed. He and Wenger were already at a disadvantage in the battle, and now the three-man melee is even more difficult.
The power of the wind element in the sky seemed to be rioting, and with the sword energy flying across the sky, Sun Haoning would be restricted in every move, and the fight would be extremely frustrating.
"Boom, boom, boom", he punched three times in succession, one punch shattered the wind chop, two punches shattered the sword energy, and the scattered energy shook up endless pieces of earth.
The broken soil and weeds just flew up, and were cut into countless residues by the power of the wind element while they were still in the air.
Under the cover of dust, a layer of silver light appeared on Sun Haoning's body, and his speed suddenly increased many times.
In an instant, he was behind Yiran and punched him in the back.
In his opinion, for a young man who has been using his sword energy to attack from a distance, his sword energy may be sharp enough, but his own physical strength may not be as good.
Just one punch made Sun Haoning feel uneasy.
The young man didn't even look back. He twisted his wrist and stabbed the long sword into his back. It was as if the long sword had eyes of its own, and it was firmly placed on his fist.
The young man only took one step forward, but he himself took five steps back.
There is sword energy flowing on the wooden sword, but the wooden sword itself is sharper than the sword energy.
Sun Haoning looked at the hole opened by the wooden sword on his tough-tongued fist with a gloomy expression.
And this young man can actually keep up with his own speed!
On the other hand, Wenger's eyes in the distance became serious. He had the mental power to detect Sun Haoning's changes and knew that it should be the use of a special spiritual palace.
But that kind of terrifying speed definitely reached the level of Wuzong. If it was him who had sneaked the punch, even if he could follow through, he would probably not get any benefit.
On the other hand, the young man seemed to have a plan in mind.
Sun Haoning knew it was painful for him to stand behind Yiran, and he had no choice but to shoot.
He and Wenger formed a double-team, facing the young man one after another.
Wenger would definitely be able to judge the situation based on his previous action and the young man's reaction speed, and then coordinate his action.
If the two of them can't defeat this young man if they work together, then there may be no need to fight for any more treasures.
Sun Haoning roared loudly: "Nail fist!"
"Pah, pah, pah, pah", a series of sonic booms sounded, and the punches were punched so fast that Wenger's mental strength could hardly see clearly.
His arms alternately hit Yi's back, each punch was like a steel nail, carrying a sharp and cold light of his own unrivaled strength.
There is no weapon in hand, but it is more powerful than the weapon.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sound is endless, like a gorgeous piece of music.
Every punch was actually blocked by the tip of the sword, and how could the fist compare to the sharpness of the magical wooden sword?
Not long after, Sun Haoning's fists became bloody, and there was blood flowing in countless small blood lines.
After throwing an unknown number of punches in succession, Sun Haoning shouted: "Wenger! If you don't take action, if you don't try your best, the things will become someone else's. Even if you get the final treasure, it's still what I left in the city. It’s better than having it taken away by outsiders.”
Wenger frowned, he was an arrogant person, and it would be unpleasant for him to join forces with others to fight against the enemy.
What's more, the enemy is still a young man who looks younger than them. Even if he wins in the end, he feels very aggrieved.
However, Wenger also knew that now was not the time to hesitate, and roared with anger.
The power of the free wind element continued to condense towards the body, exactly like the girl Yiran met who used wind magic to assist her teammates.
Amid Mo Xiangyi's shock and Yi Ran's surprised eyes, the magician Wen Ge rushed towards the young man holding a long sword.
With the blessing of wind magic, even if his speed is not as fast as the explosive Sun Haoning, it is not much slower.
When Wenger came to Yiran, scorching flames appeared on his body.
The wind element on the inside makes Wenger as fast as thunder, and the fire element on the outside contains explosions of fire magic in every move.
The most important thing is that Wenger's body can withstand the explosion of two types of magic condensed on his body!
Sun Haoning was stunned, how could he be considered a magician?
And he’s also a dual-system magician!
Yiran was stunned when he saw Wenger running towards him, and thought to himself: "This seems to be considered a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, right?"
Wenger was wearing a robe, but his movements were wide open and closed, looking like a thug in robes.
Not only is there not a trace of disobedience, but there is a strange sense of freedom and ease.
Wenger came five feet in front of Yiran and jumped up, then strode towards Yiran.
Yi then took a step back, and Wenger stepped directly on the ground. The fire element spread, and the weeds within a few feet were cut off, and the ground was charred and cracked.
After a step to no avail, Wenger swept his right fist, and his fist dragged out a semicircle of fire.
Before Yiran's clothes even touched the fire, there were signs of carbonization.
After dodging two moves by Wenger in succession, Wenger was not angry or annoyed, but instead showed a strong fighting spirit.
Smiling at Yi Ran, the color of the world changed instantly as he smiled, and the wind and fire elements became violent.
The fire element formed a fireball in the air, and the wind element turned into air currents surrounding Yiran.
Wenger gritted his teeth and broke out in cold sweat, and his face instantly turned pale. It was obvious that this outburst was somewhat unbearable for him.
However, this shocked Sun Haoning and at the same time he no longer dared to hide his clumsiness.
The silver light on his body was as strong as a substance, like a god of war wearing silver armor, and his speed was more than 30% faster.
It directly exceeded the limit of Wenger's mental detection, and it was difficult to see Sun Haoning's boxing path clearly.
Both of them were shocked by each other's extreme explosion, but it was a pity that the target of their attack was Yiran.
The majestic zhenqi moved and released at will, and the plain clothes all over his body swayed, being held up in a full circle.
Mo Xiangyi was stunned, Yiran's inner energy was so pure and strong!
Sun Haoning punched Yiran on the back, and all he could see was that the plain clothes were like ripples on the water, and then there was no movement.
Wenger's offensive was extremely terrifying. He used magic to enter martial arts, and his momentum and destructive power should not be underestimated.
Moreover, the airflow formed by the wind element surrounded Yiran's side, restricting his movements.
The fireball formed in the air was far from comparable to ordinary fireball techniques. Along with Wenger's move, it bombarded Yiran at the same time.
Yiran's energy shook, and the long sword came out of his hand, drawing an arc above his head, drawing a mysterious arc, and smashing all the fireballs into mid-air.
At the same time, both arms suddenly punched out, striking together with Wenger's fists condensed with flames.
In the blink of an eye, Sun Haoning was pushed back by the abundant energy. The fireball in the air was scattered and then condensed again. Wenger's fists trembled slightly and the flames in his fists were difficult to revive for a while.
The three people who were fighting fiercely had blood flowing out of their mouths at the same time.
Yiran smiled, wiped away a wisp of blood with his thumb, and said, "Do you want to continue?"
Sun Haoning completely ignored the blood dripping from his mouth and shouted in a low voice: "You are using Qi to control objects! It's impossible. It's impossible for the Wuzong to pull weapons through Qi machines and have such power."
Wenger wiped away the blood with the cuffs of his robe, squinting his eyes and looking heavy. Naturally, he was not a martial arts cultivator and he did not understand the difficulty of a martial cultivator to obtain a weapon.
Yiran grinned and said something that made everyone present want to beat him to death: "It's just a sword, isn't it difficult?"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Xiangyi couldn't look directly at Yiran anymore. She squatted down and covered her face with her hands, lying on her legs. She didn't know whether it was helplessness or shyness.
When Sun Haoning heard Yiran's words, his powerful energy suddenly stopped and stagnated for a moment.
If it were in a battle, this moment would be enough for him to be killed dozens of times, which shows the shock in his heart.
Wenger on the side also wanted to kill this guy who pretended to be cool in front of him again and again.
But he also knew in his heart that even if he and Sun Haoning joined forces, it would be difficult to take down this young man.
But he couldn't let out a weak breath and said harshly: "I'm going to give you something like this today. You won't be able to swallow this breath."
"The most important thing for our monks is this tone! I am besieging you today, and I am already at a disadvantage."
"But even if we know we are defeated, we still have to compete in the end. So that we can understand the real gap."
Sun Haoning clenched his fists that were bloody and fleshy, and then strengthened his inner strength. Everything was unspeakable.
Yiran waved his sword finger above his head without any anger. The wooden sword hovered above Yiran's head. The sword energy was full of spirit, like a naughty child.
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