"Impossible, your Qinggong is better than mine."
Nan Er couldn't believe it. He had known that besides his martial arts, the thing he was most proud of was his Qing Kung Fu. How much effort he had put in for this, and now the out-of-shape man in front of him quietly caught up with him.
"There are not many people who know Qing Gong. Even among the people I know, only about 30% of them are. I'm really curious about your origin." It's not surprising that the city lord, no, it should be the city lord Wei.
"It is hard to disobey the teacher's orders, so there is no comment."
Nan Er stood up with his sword drawn, looking like he was going to fight for his life.
At this point, the only thing left to do is fight with the person in front of you. There is really no hope if the heavy armor behind you catches up with you.
Innate is not invincible, it is also made of flesh and blood, so it is not impossible to give it a try.
"You and I should keep our distance. If you don't take action against me, I won't care about you scoundrels, but you should be prepared to die if you take action." City Lord Wei did not intend to be polite. There was no one around, and he had nothing to worry about.
"Look at the sword!" Nan Er shouted, and several iron needles flew out of his hand. There was a cold light under the moonlight, as if he was seducing a soul and demanding his life. He shot with murderous intent.
"Your master should have told you that everyone in the world is ants." City Lord Wei didn't even want to hide. The iron needle couldn't get close to him. Just like in the simple inn just now, it had no effect at all when it landed on the ground.
"Innate is not invincible, but it's just a burst of innate Qi. I may not be able to kill you." Nan Er's aura is not inferior. As the saying goes, if you lose, you will not lose the formation. A timid person will weaken by seven points of Qi. If you don't lose, you will win by three points.
"The tone is not small, then I want to see how you can break my innate innocence" City Lord Wei said as if he was angry and laughed.
"Iron needle, come out"
Nan Er roared loudly and drew his sword to kill the Lord of the City of Wei. A cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword had an extraordinary momentum, as if a sword opened the world. He used all his strength to kill the sword, which seemed to have some vitality.
The Lord of the City of Wei stood still and let the iron sword kill him, while his innate true energy circulated throughout his body.
Since the advent of swords in ancient times, swords have been divided into three categories: light swords, medium swords, and heavy swords. There are three types of swords, and they are divided into lengths. Light swords are slender and changeable, and they spread out like spiritual snakes. It is generally difficult to resist: the heavy sword is thick, blunt and long, and every blow is as angry as a wild bear. At worst, the whole body is maimed and lingering, and at worst, killed with one blow; the middle sword has both the flexibility of the light sword and the thickness of the heavy sword. Most people They all choose medium swords as their own swords. Light swords are mostly used by women. Except for those with extraordinary talents, heavy swords are mostly used as ritual or sacrificial weapons.
The long sword in Nan's hand was the sword in his hand, but he felt incredible now, because the long sword in his hand was bent like a light sword, as if a sword was inserted into the iron plate, causing the sword to open like a sword. The bow and arrow are generally bent.
The long sword stopped a few feet away from Wei Dacheng Lord, unable to move forward at all.
"Zhen Qi turns into Gang?! Half-step master!" Nan Er took advantage of his strength and took a few steps back. The long sword was stuck on the ground and he covered his chest. He looked very weak. The sword just now seemed to have used up all his remaining strength. For a moment, Unable to sustain his strength, his chest heaved and he gasped for air, and he said with disbelief in his eyes.
The opponent was not only an innate master, but his true energy was also strong and began to condense into a gang. From the previous confrontation, Zhong Nan Er felt the strong innate true energy of the Lord Wei, which was obviously a sign of condensation into a gang.
If not, it would never be possible for him to be so strong, even his long sword would be bent. Such a condensed innate true energy can only be achieved by gang energy.
But it is obvious that the other party has not completely transformed his innate true energy into Gang Qi. Otherwise, with the power of Gang Qi, he may have had his meridians severed and died.
"Opportunity, there should be a chance!" Nan Er shouted in his heart, he didn't want to die here like this.
Nan Er's brain was working rapidly, desperately thinking about his opportunities, and at the same time taking the opportunity to regain some physical strength.
Nan Er touched the remaining iron needles on his body. Although he couldn't defeat him, sometimes he didn't have to fight so hard. He still had a chance to survive.
Although this opportunity is not necessarily great, it is worth taking a chance on yourself.
He already had several immature ideas in his mind, and one of them was to run away. Even if the opponent's Qinggong was better than his own, it wouldn't be a bad idea to hold the opponent back with an iron needle. As long as he opened some distance, his idea would be able to accomplish.
"Now that things have come to this, I will risk my life and do it!!"
Nan Er made a fist with his left hand, four iron needles appeared between his fingers, and held a three-foot long sword in his right hand. It was a pity that he did not get Wang Xun's vial. Otherwise, why bother? Wang Xun learned pharmacology from the old guy. Liu Ruze learned to whisper and play tricks. She had nothing, otherwise there would be such trouble.
All three of them had learned martial arts, but he was the only one who didn't have anything, so he practiced martial arts desperately. Obviously something could be given to him, but the old guy was still partial.
Otherwise, why would he have brought those two idiots with him? Nan Er did not regret what he had done at all. Wang Xun and Liu Ru were always holding him back. Killing them today would be considered as giving him a bad breath.
"Enough nonsense, it's my turn." City Lord Wei didn't seem to want to wait any longer. Nan Er took a few steps back vigilantly, widening the distance between the two.
In this way, you can advance or retreat, and the other party's innate energy may not hurt you.
"Kneel down," City Lord Wei said inexplicably.
Nan Er smiled, thinking that the other party was crazy, how could he... With a plop, his feet suddenly lost feeling, and he bent his legs and knelt forward. Nan Er was shocked and used the long sword in his right hand for support. He forcefully grabbed the knee that was about to stop.
The next moment, his left hand also lost consciousness. Nan Er had a look of horror on his face, and the iron needle in his left hand fell to the ground, with fear in his eyes.
What was going on? Why did he suddenly become like this? Nan Er struggled to support himself with his right hand and looked at the City Lord Wei who had not moved a step in horror.
"This is innate..." Nan Er guessed that he must have been influenced by the other party's innate energy.
"Originally I didn't plan to take action, but after much hesitation I decided to lend you your head." City Master Wei Dacheng grasped it with his right hand, and Nan Er finally noticed a stream of true energy flowing in his body, because that true energy was ruthless. After squeezing his heart, Nan Er fell down reluctantly with his eyes wide open.
"I haven't been moving like this for a long time since I entered the innate realm." City Lord Wei stretched his muscles and felt uncomfortable just after catching up with the opponent.
City Lord Wei walked to Nan Er's corpse, picked up the long sword wrapped in black cloth, and decisively slashed several times on his body. The sharp sword easily cut through the clothes and cut through the flesh and blood. The wound was neither big nor small, and some blood flowed out, staining his clothes red, and messing up his hair, which made him look very embarrassed.
City Lord Wei felt that it was not enough, so he touched his body a few more times, and his face turned ugly and a mouthful of blood came out. Only then did he feel that it was almost done, and he tidied up the scene again, deliberately making some noise, and finally found a thick stick. The big tree lay down comfortably.
Turtle Breathing Kung Fu.
