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Chapter 559: Being a Demon (1 update)

Chapter 559: Being a Demon

Song Tian and Song Rong, both of them were almost two meters away from Wen Yan at the same time, and were about to launch a fierce attack, suddenly both sides paused for a moment.

The two of them had already locked in Wen Yan, but just now, Wen Yan seemed to have disappeared, which made the two of them feel unable to attack.

Of course it was an illusion. In fact, Wen Yan was still in its original place, but at that moment his entire "existence" aura completely "disappeared", making people unable to grasp the target of the attack.

With just this pause, most of the two of them had accumulated enough force. Wen Yan turned slightly and pushed his hands around at the same time.

Song Tian and Song Rong and his son raised their hands almost at the same time.

Pour!

Two sounds were as soft as one sound, and at the same time, the Song family took a step back.

Wen Yan retreated like lightning, quickly retreated under the courtyard wall, jumped up nearly three meters in place, and his right hand grabbed the wall. With a slight force, he flipped upwards.

"Go down!"

A cold shout rose up quickly, his slender palms flew, and they slapped at Wen Yan's head. It turned out to be Song Zhaorong!

Wen Yan had just taken the attack from the two masters with all his strength. At this time, the internal energy had not completely recovered, and his internal organs were feeling extremely uncomfortable. He was immediately forced to let go and fell back under the wall.

Song Tian had already arrived at his landing point, and his fist came out like a dragon.

Wen Yan was prepared for a long time, and his toes were slightly swaying, and he almost avoided Song Tian's fist, turned around and pushed his elbow towards the latter's face.

flutter!

Song Tian stood firmly and slapped the other party's elbow with a palm. Wen Yan was so shocked that he retreated four or five steps. Before he could stand firm, Song Rong's old monster, who was over 100 years old, had already been stuck to his right.

Pour!

Wen Yan connected him with one punch and one kick, and he was shocked to retreat to the center of the yard.

Song Tian, ​​Song Rong and Song Zhaorong, who jumped down the wall, chased him almost at the same time, trying to defeat him before he could hold on. Song Zhaorong, the worst of these three, also had enough strength to fight Wen Yan, only

It was just a matter of difference, and the three of them surrounded him, and Wen Yan was completely trapped in a dead end.

Wen Yan took seven or eight steps back, but before he could stand firm, he suddenly stopped as if he violated the principles of physics.

The three people who chased after him suddenly felt extremely strange.

Just like Wen Yan disappeared in front of them for a moment.

This was still just an illusion, but it destroyed the rhythm of the three people, making it difficult to accumulate the strongest power for a while. Wen Yan suddenly rebounded, not only did not avoid it, but instead rushed towards Song Tian in the middle of the three people.

Pang!

Wen Yan had a strong face against Song Tian. Song Tian, ​​who could not use his full strength, was immediately shocked and took a step back.

Song Rong and Song Zhaorong on both sides were slowing down due to the change in rhythm. When they patted Wen Yan again, the guy quickly took back the palm that was facing Song Tian and slapped his hands left and right at the same time.

Pour!

There were two more slight sounds of limbs. Song Rong is worthy of being a super expert who killed the leader of Tianxuan Dao alone. He adapted a lot than the last time. He stood firm and just raised his upper body slightly back to remove all the warm words.

Strength.

However, although Song Zhaorong's realm was also in the "jingling" realm of Jingqi Sect, his qigong cultivation was not only inferior to Song Rong and Song Tian. He was immediately shocked to retreat three or four steps backwards, and was shocked inexplicably.

Before this moment, she never thought that someone could not only defeat Song Tian, ​​who never retreated when facing the enemy head-on under the siege of the three of them, but also withstand the attacks of Song Rong and her, and force herself back even more powerfully!

A strange red tide flashed across Wen Yan's face, but the person followed him like a shadow, chasing Song Zhaorong like a ghost.

Song Tian shouted, "Be careful!" He and Song Rong chased Wen Yan at the same time.

Song Zhaorong calmed down and knew that as long as he could hold Wen Yan for a moment, his elder brother and father could solve this difficult boy. He immediately gathered his anger and forced himself to stabilize his body. At the same time, his palms quickly slapped out.

The light in Wen Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his steps suddenly slowed down.

Song Zhaorong was once again caused by him to lose his rhythm, and his strength was reduced by half. However, he saw that Wen Yan was slapped at the same time with his palms, and his speed returned to lightning-like speed. He was shocked in his heart.

How did this guy do it!

It was like a big truck, which suddenly reduced the speed by half at a certain second while driving at high speed, and then immediately restored its original speed in the next second, which completely violated the physical normality!

But before she could think about it, the four palms had already been handed over, and the powerful force instantly made her unbalanced and fell backward again.

Wen Yan quickly passed by her side, rushed behind her, and at the same time pushed her back, pushing her back toward Song Tian and Song Rong.

This was extremely clever. When the two had to go sideways and dodge slightly, he had already pounced under the wall on the other side, jumped up quickly and climbed over the wall.

At this moment, a person above shouted, "I want to escape? There is no way!" He stepped on it and fell!

Song Yun!

This kick was so fast that it was almost impossible for the eyes to keep up. Wen Yan could not avoid it, but had no choice but to use his empty right hand to hold it with all his strength.

Pang!

Wen Yan flew down from the wall. Although he could barely stand on his feet, he couldn't help but retreat, and even more blood spurted out of his mouth!

Before, he had been forcing his internal energy and constantly fought with Song Tian and Song Rong. Although he seemed to have the upper hand, he had internal injuries. Now Song Yun's kick, which was like a mountain pressing down on the top, was like the last one that broke the camel's back.

The straw not only hurt him again, but also caused his previous internal injuries.

In the rear, Song Tian and Song Rong both rushed forward, one left and one right, and swung their fists together.

Surrounded by the four strongest masters of the Song family, Wen Yan finally couldn't hold on anymore. He was hit by two fists on his back. He bounced forward like a shell and fell to the ground with a "punch".

On the other side, Song Zhaorong took a breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and quickly surrounded Song Yun, who jumped off the wall, and died from the way of escape from Song Tian and Song Rong.

Song Rongsenran said: "What a strong boy!"

Song Tian said slowly: "Tell me, have you broken through the 'Divine Breath Realm' and reached the 'Spiritual Breath Realm'?"

Wen Yan, who was lying on the ground, slowly got up, and could still stand firm. He wiped the blood from his mouth and took several deep breaths to suppress the pain caused by internal and external affairs. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Song Tian:

"I...I have to thank you for letting me truly grasp what stage I have reached!"

Song Rong's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect that the Xu family's resting skills would actually allow a boy from another surname to practice the best. Hey! The Xu family's face is completely lost now!"

Later, Song Zhaorongfang was shocked in her heart.

As one of the four masters of the Song family's "Jingling" realm and the top four in the Song family, she certainly knows the relationship between the resting skills and the silence technique. The former's "Spiritual Realm" is equivalent to the silence.

The "Jingyuan" level of Qi Jue, in other words, this kid has surpassed the four people present in terms of Qigong level!

No wonder, with his own strength, the four of them had to work together to win!

Wen Yan looked introverted and smiled bitterly: "But unfortunately, I was beaten up by you shameless guys as soon as I broke through. Oh, it seems that the energy of resting energy has been exhausted. Forget it, I admit it, I want it

If you want to kill, you can do whatever you want!”

A complicated look flashed in Song Tian's eyes.

If he had no worries, he would never have been as strong as he was now. However, as the leader of the clan, he often had to put aside his personal dignity and do things that were in line with the interests of the family.

He was about to speak, but Song Rong suddenly said, "This kid cannot be killed."

Song Tian turned to look at him.

Song Rong's eyes lit up and said, "I have been exploring my whole life and have never been able to break through the realm of "Jingling". This kid is so powerful, maybe he can help me solve this problem! Leave him to me and I will examine him!"

Song Tian said coldly: "No, you cannot abandon the family's resolution for your own benefit."

Song Rong glanced at him and suddenly pressed his chest with a palm.

Song Tian was caught off guard, and he slapped his right chest and retreated.

Song Zhaorong and Song Yun looked at the scene with tongues. Before they could react, Song Rong had already swung his hands and landed beside Wen Yan, carried him up, turned around and ran towards the gate of the courtyard.

Wen Yan was seriously injured and was unable to resist, but he realized what Song Rong was going to do, and he didn't move. He let the old man carry him easily and run out of Songzhuang at an astonishing highway.

Song Yun exclaimed: "Father!" He was about to chase after him, but after only two steps, he was grabbed by Song Tian. When he turned his head in shock, Song Tian said with a look of ugly expression: "Zhaorong! You

Take someone to chase me, Song Yun, stay and heal my wounds!"

Song Yun was shocked. He didn't expect that his elder brother was so seriously injured. He couldn't help but say, "How could his father do such a heavy hand!"

Song Tian said with difficulty: "He has become a demon and pays all the price for breakthrough! Zhaorong, let someone close the mountain, and they must not escape from Mingfeng!"

...

As soon as he left Songzhuang, Wen Yan heard a harsh bell sound from behind, which instantly spread throughout the fields.

Song Rong cursed: "Boy! Even my dad dares to issue a pursuit order, I'm a sage!"

Wen Yan was dumbfounded when he heard it.

All those who learn qigong practice "heart" and usually have good cultivation. This old man even swears, which is completely incompatible with his qigong master's identity.

Song Rong didn't give up yet, and ran while cursing, but it didn't affect his speed at all. He had already run through the woods and turned around and headed towards the back mountain behind Mingfeng.

Wen Yan didn't understand why, but he knew that it would be fine for the old man to catch him, so he adjusted his internal breath with all his heart.

But as soon as he tried to mobilize his scattered internal energy, he suddenly realized something was wrong and changed his expression: "What did you do to me!"

Song Rong stopped cursing and raised his hand to slap his forehead: "It's so much nonsense! Let's sleep for a while!"

Wen Yan's head was shaking immediately, his eyes turned dark, and then he didn't know the situation.

I don’t know how long it took, but he woke up slowly and realized that he was no longer on the bumpy mountain road, but in the back seat of a taxi. The outside of the car was not around Mingfeng at all, but in Mohe City.

"Awaken?" I said familiar with each other. Who is Song Rong?

Wen Yan was shocked and wanted to sit up, but he realized that he was soft and weak.

Song Rong smiled and said, "Even if Xu Xuanru is reborn, he may not be able to break my 'Clean Heart Lock', let alone you, a yellow-haired boy!"

Wen Yan opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue was stiff and his throat was swelling and sore, and he couldn't say a word.

Song Rong said proudly: "Save it! That boy Song Tian is a master, right? Under his father's ban, he can only stay obediently."

But when this sentence fell, Wen Yan suddenly said with great difficulty: "You are a bastard, Song Tian has more temperament than you!" Although his voice was hoarse, he could still hear it clearly.

Song Rong's face suddenly froze and became strange: "No wonder you can practice resting skills to the strongest level at such a young age, which is indeed extraordinary."

The driver in front looked at the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.

What are these two people talking about? How can they hear it in a fog?