Tiandao doesn't work today

Yan Nu is acting according to the plan and is still thinking about how to deal with him.

However, the younger generation of Zhang family's talents are really exquisite in their moves.

Suddenly, he slipped and died behind Yan Nu when he wasn't paying attention.

Everything happened so fast.

In an instant, the whole place fell into dead silence.

Standing with his hands behind his back in the audience, Zhang Feng was so happy that he had gained a new hero. His smile was as stiff as if he had been slapped flat against the wall.

The rangers were as dull as wooden sculptures, staring straight at the ooze-like corpse.

Huang Banyun tensed up in an instant, his toes bent to grip the ground.

The atmosphere at the scene was so frozen that everyone seemed to have stopped breathing.

In the end, it was Yan Nu who was the first to break the silence.

"I really didn't mean it." Yan Nu felt aggrieved.

"..." Feng Laogui stopped thinking.

Yan Nu is actually very good. If he doesn't use force, he can show off to the point where he can't even touch his clothes.

The Taihuang White Jade Skill's automatic counterattack is not very strong to begin with, but the stress of the 46,170-year skill is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, there is still a cold and soft Qi... As long as that young man practices Zhongzheng Qi, he will not die if he is thrown into the sea.

It's only strange that Yan Nu doesn't know martial arts.

"Good nephew..." Zhang Feng finally came to his senses and called out to the young man on the ring in a trembling voice.

However, the young man's meridians were cut off by the force of his feminine palm that accelerated backflow, his energy and blood flowed backwards, and he bled to death from his seven orifices.

He was furious, the Zhang family recruited troops, and the younger generation of talents also joined the army. They were about to achieve great achievements in this troubled world, but they died like this?

Yan Nu also said it was not intentional, who can believe this?

If you can knock a top-notch master to death, who dares to say that you didn't use your full strength!

In fact, if the fight was really hard and he accidentally missed and killed someone, Zhang Feng would be able to endure it, and he would take the opportunity to use both kindness and power to subdue a fierce general.

In this way, although the Zhang family lost a young talent, it also gained a stronger talent.

But what happened just now, how could it be a mistake?

From Zhang Feng's point of view, it was more like Yan Nu was hit with a palm intentionally to compete with his internal strength.

Then he took advantage of the situation to fight back with all his strength, shocking people to death with exquisite means.

What's this? This is a trap! This has been planned for a long time!

"You bitch, you dare to do dirty tricks!"

With a swish, Zhang Feng jumped onto the ring, and he could see the flow of true energy visibly on his body. He was clearly a three-dimensional tempered body.

He suddenly pulled out his sword, and the sword's edge lit up with a green light, spreading out three feet of sword light, condensing and not dissipating!

"Say! Who sent you here!"

Zhang Fengxun thought that since it had been planned for a long time, someone must have assigned him to take the opportunity to kill the Zhang family's talents in the ring.

However, Yan Nu said helplessly: "I came to the ring to gain your respect and let you entertain me in the tent..."

Zhang Feng was extremely angry and laughed back: "Kill my nephew, and you still want me to treat you to dinner?"

"...Do you think I still have a chance?" Yan Nu stared calmly.

"It's too late!" Zhang Feng's eyes were cold.

He straightened his sword and stabbed straight at him, determined to severely injure Yan Slave first, then drag him into the dungeon and torture him slowly.

The cyan sword light drew a straight trajectory in the air, and then exploded with a wild goose-shaped sword energy, blocking all Yan Nu's dodge angles.

"boom!"

The arena exploded, and a powerful shock wave expanded instantly.

Zhang Feng felt his eyes blurred as a hand appeared in front of him.

Everyone saw that Yan Nu burst out with astonishing energy, suddenly rushed two feet, reached Zhang Feng's side, and punched out with a terrifying punch.

"It's over!" This was Zhang Feng's last thought.

At this moment, there are only enlarged fists and terrifying shock waves in front of him.

Then, the fist stopped in front of him.

It turned out that Yan Nu was sending energy waves forward again, trying to kill Zhang Feng while slowing down at the same time.

In an instant, Zhang Feng felt a roar in his head, his vision went dark, his feet left the ground, and his body flew upside down involuntarily.

The whole person was like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, doing dozens of backflips in a row and moving across.

The surging air waves swept away several feet, spreading forward in a fan-shaped wind visible to the naked eye.

Huang Banyun, who was standing behind Zhang Feng, was also affected.

He was shaken up and flew back several feet, then his waist sank. He stepped back dozens of steps, and finally stopped with his foot against the city wall.

Looking to the side, Zhang Feng had slapped the base of the city wall hard, and the wall was covered with red cracks, like spider webs filled with blood.

After a while, blood actually flowed from the crack.

"hiss!"

The rangers present felt their scalps numb and broke into cold sweats.

Their eyes almost bulged out as they stared at Yan Slave, who was still sliding backwards while maintaining a punching stance.

Yan Nu plowed out three feet and then stood still.

"This, this, this!"

"A stunning warrior?"

The rangers couldn't even speak. In their opinion, killing a top master with one punch was not a shocking warrior.

At this time, Yan Nu's hair was flying, his clothes were shaking violently, and a strong whirlwind was blowing around him.

"Is this the legendary... the momentum soars into the sky, the sky hangs down, and the dragon and the tiger meet?"

"Is he already a five-element tempered body?"

Most of them are not first-rate, some are third-rate, and there are only a handful of second-rate masters.

Seeing Yan Nu's arrogance, they were ignorant and even suspected that this was the so-called 'powerful as a dragon and tiger'.

"Bullshit five-element quenching body! He doesn't even have two-element!"

"This guy just has too much anger! Now that he is determined to be unable to continue, let go of the arrow!"

A middle-aged scribe with a pale face and beardless face was filled with shock and anger. He saw that Yan Nu just had too much anger, but he didn't know how much.

Some forces will use special methods to cultivate freaks with hundreds of years of skill.

At that time, Wang Siwen, the best in the world, had five hundred years of skill. Not only that, he also had a five-element tempered body, which was already terrifyingly powerful. And he was a member of Ji Jian Villa, and he had learned the incredibly fast 'Sudden Sword Technique' , and then he killed six immortals with one sword, claiming that 'immortals live forever and I am invincible'.

In comparison, Yan Nu has no dual tempering body. Although he has a lot of true energy, it is seriously wasted. If he fights with a military formation, he may not be able to kill him.

The east campus of the city is located on the inner edge of the city and is surrounded by an urn.

Apart from the stairs and battlements that lead up to the city wall, there are only two small gates leading out.

In addition to the hundreds of rangers and country warriors who came to apply for the army, there were also 500 elite armored soldiers in the field.

There were two hundred archers on the city wall.

The middle-aged scribe forced himself to calm down and immediately ordered people to shoot arrows.

"Tutu tutu!"

As the arrows rained down, Yan Nu's energy surged again, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye that oscillated outward.

"Spare my life!"

"none of my business!"

"I'm just here to make a living."

The rangers were also affected by the rain of arrows and wanted to flee.

But the exit has been blocked by elite soldiers. If you look closely, you can see that everyone is a third-rate warrior.

"Kill!" The troops formed a military formation and advanced step by step with murderous intent.

There are elite soldiers in front and flame slaves behind. The rangers are caught in the middle and are extremely helpless.

At this moment, Yan Nu took a step forward and moved his fist backward.

The body suddenly turned red, like a soldering iron, until it shone brightly.

"Kneel down, those from the Zhang family, lie down in surrender, come and stop me at the risk of your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged like a meteorite, and the air behind him was like flying wings.

Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened. What is this? He must be a monster!

The middle-aged scribe was horrified. He no longer knew how to distinguish how angry this was.

"Block him! Block him quickly!" the middle-aged scribe ordered repeatedly.

The rangers ignored him and fell to the ground.

Although the five hundred elite soldiers were well-disciplined, they were numb and did not dare to fight the enemy, so they scattered to both sides.

In an instant, the team kept moving sideways, forming two square formations on the left and right, and vacating the middle position.

However, Yan Nu was not a thrust at all. Halfway through the flight, he actually started to spin in a circle!

"Hoo ho ho!"

Yan Nu spread his arms, drawing a series of red arcs, and instantly blasted energy from both sides of his body, causing himself to spiral.

At the same time, a stream of water fell from the sky, causing the rattan armor to secrete oil, and the body instantly burst into flames.

And the water flow also evaporated into steam and expanded violently.

Yan Nu uses his energy to drive flames and steam, forming a whirlwind of flames reaching into the sky.

"Ah?" The face of the elite soldier who was still murderous just now changed drastically.

In a hurry, they formed a military formation and could not hide far away. Most of them were involved in the rapidly approaching flame top.

"boom!"

A rock suddenly stood in front of him, blocking Yan Nu from hitting him hard.

The astonishing collision triggered a shock wave, sending gravel flying in all directions.

The blazing flames, the scorching water vapor, the sweeping rubble and smoke, and the Zhang family's warriors were all strangled together for a moment.

One person was tumbling, being lifted off with flames burning, and the armor and flesh on his body bloomed like flowers.

At the center of the collision, it can be described as a storm.

It lasted for several breaths before slowly dissipating.

In the afterglow of the whirlwind, Yan Nu was in tatters, with his hair disheveled and his feet bare.

He penetrated the smoke and walked out slowly.

"You...are you the bald Yak?"

The middle-aged scribe's expression changed again and again, almost becoming distorted. Who would attack Zhang Jiajun these days if not the Bald Hair Man?

Seeing Yan Nu's fighting power, he suddenly remembered the terrifying Battle of Jishui in the north.

I thought it was an exaggerated legend about the defeated army, but now I feel that it may be true.

"The Tufa clan actually came here? Why is there no news at all..."

"Why hasn't the alarm bell gone off yet?"

The middle-aged scribe trembled and turned around to run away.

But outside the passage behind them, two teams of vine-armored soldiers with stiff and cold expressions suddenly walked in and blocked the way.

Looking at the city wall again, the archers who were shooting arrows had fallen down at some point.

And the alarm bell was tightly entangled by a vine.

"ah……"

"There are monks!"

When everyone present saw this scene, their hearts were filled with chills.

Is there a monk who ignored the fire of mortals and captured Wengcheng?

Some demons in the north joined forces with the barbarians to attack cities and territories. Mr. Baldness, Mr. Baldness is really here!

"you you you……"

The middle-aged scribe saw that he couldn't run away, and Yan Nu was getting closer step by step, and finally he couldn't bear the pressure.

He hurriedly knelt down and said: "I am the Sima of the Zhang family's rear army. I am in charge of the supply of food, grass and weapons for the garrison in the city. I am willing to join the Tufa family to become a king!"

"Begging for mercy! Your Highness, begging for mercy!"

Yan Nu stopped, looked around, then turned around and left.

The middle-aged scribe was overjoyed and quickly stood up and followed.

Seeing Yan Nu walking towards other remaining warriors who were not involved in the fire whirlwind, the middle-aged scribe shouted: "I haven't paid homage to His Highness the Prince of the Bald Hair Clan yet!"

The remaining warriors no longer dared to fight anymore. Seeing that all the superior officials had surrendered, they could only kneel down and bow their heads.

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p.s: Sorry.