Broken Night

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine - Murong Jie's Noble Phantasm

Sun Xingu is very strong, not only in Pingnan, but also in the younger generation in the entire South. His goal is not only in Pingnan. In fact, if it weren't for the sudden confrontation with outstanding people, he would have left Pingnan long ago and went to Nanhuang City to worship the **** battle gate, one of the three major colleges.

His future is not in Pingnan.

He secretly counted in his heart: "[Riot] can still move twice..."

After four consecutive battles, the number of his tattoo skills [Riot] was not supplemented by the medicinal pill. Because it was an injury to his entire ankle and bones, and these injuries were no ordinary injuries. It was an internal injury, and only recuperation could restore it.

And Murong Jie also put away the folding fan in his hand, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Sun, please!"

"Please!"

Sun Xingu also clasped his fists in return and shouted loudly, "Young Master Murong, I'm about to shoot! Please be careful!"

Even the heads of the five families on the stage nodded secretly.

The advantage of tattooists lies in the first, and Sun Xingu is the first to say that he is going to make a move, obviously disdain for such advantages.

As Sun Xingu thought, his future is not in Pingnan. What he wants is a battle that challenges his own limits!

Murong Jie smiled and said, "Brother Sun, even if you take action, it will be next!"

Sun Xingu laughed: "Okay!"

At the moment when the good words were spoken, the sound of breaking stones roared!

At the moment when the battle started, he had only two remaining [riots]!

Such decisiveness, the head of the Sun family on the stage smiled and nodded. In the future, it will not be difficult for this child to step into the four palaces.

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There was no movement from Murong Jie, and a pattern appeared in front of him.

Even Xu Yan is not unfamiliar with this pattern.

This pattern is the pattern that many tattoo masters use when fighting—[Wall Prison].

That day in Zhinan City, Chen Shugen, who was half a step into the ten-pattern realm, used this pattern to trap them in Chengyun Academy. And because there are not many lines in this pattern, it takes shape very quickly, so many tattoo artists will start with this pattern to protect themselves first!

Sun Xingu's expression remained unchanged, and the appearance of this pattern was not unexpected to him. A punch hit the pattern, the wall instantly dissipated, and his fist was also slowed down by this, Murong Jie twisted his footsteps lightly, and fluttered away!

"watch out!"

He shouted again, and raised his left foot, it was his kick to defeat Zhang Jingqiu, and it was also his tattoo technique [Stone Crushed Leg]!

The leg with the power of crushing stone was pulled out like a horizontal whip. Murong Jie's reaction was also extremely fast, and he leaped to the sky with the strength of his feet. The gravel legs skipped the air from below!

"excuse me!"

Sun Xingu roared violently, and even the failure of this leg did not surprise him. What he wants is a battle. If Murong Jie was given time to delay, he would be at a disadvantage if he didn't know what Murong Jie's life pattern was.

So from the beginning, he planned to go all out!

One leg hit the air, and as soon as his left foot landed, there was another roar!

【riot】!

In an instant, it was his last riot.

This time, his body leaned up slightly.

Because his goal is above.

The force of the gravel was concentrated on the ankle, and the last riot broke his ankle. But he didn't care, the whole person hit the sky like a flying stone. There are no patterns, just high-generated attacks.

It took only one or two breaths from the start of the war to now, and Sun Xingu pressed all the cards in his heart!

It's a big gamble!

Murong Jie, who was in the air, also changed slightly. He didn't expect Sun Xingu to be so decisive. He could calculate that Sun Xingu's extremely explosive tattoo skills should not be used much. But at the beginning, he used it twice in a row, interrupting his thoughts.

But soon, his expression returned to normal.

With his hand on his waist, he pulled out the folding fan again: "Brother Sun is really strong, enough to make him go all out."

Just as everyone watching the battle was puzzled by Murong Jie's movements, the folding fan fluctuated in its strength!

Everyone knows now.

That folding fan is Murongjie's Noble Phantasm!

The folding fan was opened by him with a "pop", and then a fan was turned in the direction of Sun Xingu!

call!

A strong fan blew out and slowed Sun Xingu's body, and Murong Jie's body flew backwards even more by the strong wind. But he didn't stop there, one more fan!

laugh!

A wind blade shot out from between the fans and cut through Sun Xingu's skin!

The distance between the two sides was pulled farther and farther, and Murong Jie's tattoo force fluctuated more and more strongly, and the tattoo lines shuttled around his body and began to build tattoos.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the five patriarchs on the stage also knew that the battle was coming to an end. Murong Yan kept a faint smile, without any fluctuations, as if everything was under his control. In fact, if it was Zhang Jingqiu who confronted Murong Jie, the threat would be even stronger.

And Sun Xingu...the patterning technique that caused the extreme can no longer be used much.

Pity.

As for the two teenagers who were fighting off the field, the white-robed boy also smiled: "Then the disciple of the Sun family...Sun Xingu, it's very good." It seemed that it was an honor for him to remember his name.

The black-robed youth behind him nodded, "If it was from the beginning, the Sun disciples would face Murong Jie in good condition, and the outcome of the battle would be unknown."

Hearing the words, the white-robed boy shook his head slightly, "You can't say that."

"From the very beginning, Sun Xingu was the first person to walk out. That was his choice and his way. His way was not afraid of challenges. He knew that his tattoo skills could not be used much, but He still came out. And after losing the four in a row, his aura was even stronger as far as his eyes could see, and no one of the three dared to fight. This kind of aura is also a kind of combat power. Maybe Murongjie didn't notice it, but Sun Xingu's aura also shocked him, so when the battle started, he chose to move the [wall prison] to protect himself."

"Shadow, this kind of Tao is very important to every tattoo artist and tattoo artist. You have to remember it."

Hearing the words, the black-robed youth behind him showed a sudden look on his face: "Yes, too... young master."

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In this battle, although Sun Xingu was defeated, his fame had already spread, and the entire Pingnan people looked at Sun Xingu with admiration on their faces. Regardless of his dignified personality and fierce fighting style, it has been deeply remembered in the minds of those people.

Even Sun Xingu didn't expect that his battle today was remembered by a big man in his mind.

But even Sun Xingu was defeated, and Murongjie had no one to challenge him.

The cultivation base of the first grain realm, the Noble Phantasm that has the ability, even Sun Xingu was defeated, and no one of the generation of the five Pingnan families has the confidence to defeat Murongjie. Seeing that no one dared to challenge again, Pingchen's expression remained calm: "The first of the three tests, the Murong family wins."

Murong Jie still had a gentle smile on his face: "Accept."

After he finished speaking, he stood still and didn't move.

Murong Yan smiled more and more, and Ping Chen frowned slightly: "Second test: Dan."

When Xu Yan heard Ping Chenyi's words, he asked Ping Qing, who was beside him curiously, "Then how is Dan Dao divided?"