Zhuang Yujing gestured and everyone stopped. He sneered, "Bing Nandong, you're pretending to be both the head of the Tianyun Sect and the leader of the sect. Aren't you afraid that someone will see through you?"
Fan Zhiyi was very surprised. From Gao Xiao's tone, he knew Bing Nandong's dual identity. Yet, Bing Nandong didn't attack Gao Xiao. What was the relationship between them?
Bing Nandong ignored him from beginning to end. His eyes were so cold that they made people feel cold all over, showing that he was in a very bad mood at the moment.
Fan Zhiyi felt that something was not right with Bing Nandong's condition. Something was wrong. He must not misunderstand anything.
Who knew that just as he finished thinking this, several wind blades flew towards them at lightning speed. Everyone jumped to avoid them, and the wind blades changed direction and rushed straight towards Xiaoman.
The wind whistled in his ears. Fan Zhiyi heard Xiaoman brake and quickly landed in his arms, holding him. The ground where they had stood had sunk in several places. Xiaoman's clothes and flesh were torn, and blood was dripping down his arms.
Bing Nandong said in a cold voice: "Give him back to me, I won't show mercy next time."
A look of pain flashed across Xiaoman's face, but his expression became more determined. Fan Zhiyi only felt that the strength holding him had increased.
Tsk, in this situation, did Bing Nandong not see the note he left? Fan Zhiyi wanted to get off, twisting restlessly: "Xiaoman, let me go." Xiaoman did not respond, so he had to persuade Bing Nandong, "Bing Nandong, listen to me... umm!"
Fan Zhiyi was furious and glared at Zhuang Yujing, saying, "It's great that you can silence people!"
Zhuang Yujing just glanced at him, then drew his sword and pointed it at Bing Nandong: "Since you're chasing us, let's tie you up and take you back to Jiuwanli together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out. Bing Nandong blocked him with his mask and slid past from the side. He was not eager to fight and was about to reach Xiaoman, but suddenly a bright blue barrier rose up to block it. In the blink of an eye, Xiaoman exchanged positions with He An while holding Fan Zhiyi.
Changing shape and shadow.
However, He An was obviously struggling to take Bing Nandong's attack. The two spiritual powers collided and He An kept taking several steps back.
Xiaoman waved her sleeves to stop Fan Zhiyi from squatting down, and placed him next to the sleeping Cen Jun under the tree, and set up a barrier: "Young Master, stay here." After that, Xiaoman pulled out her two daggers and slashed her arms fiercely, quickly filling the blood into the daggers. The daggers were shining with light and flashing with a sharp cold light.
"Bing Nandong, your opponent is me!" Zhuang Yujing swung his sword and slashed.
With a loud bang, the smoke and dust dissipated, and He An's back hit the tree hard, breaking it. He also spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Then he slapped the ground with his palm, turned over, and caught Xiaoman who was also falling towards him.
On the battlefield, only Zhuang Yujing was still swinging his sword to attack. Bing Nandong did not attack, but just dodged: "I'm not in the mood to play with you now."
Zhuang Yujing frowned upon hearing this, anger rising to his heart: "I'm always serious about beating you up!"
"You are so impatient and impatient that you dare to wield the sword like this before your right hand is even used."
"What do you care! He An!"
Zhuang Yujing flipped backwards in the air, and just as he finished speaking the last word, He An formed seals with his hands, and a column of light rose from the ground to form a circle. A bright yellow talisman was attached to the column of light, and the talisman paper fluttered, trapping Bing Nandong in it.
Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Yujing's figure transformed into three attacks. Bing Nandong narrowed his eyes to block them. The next second, three sharp arrows came from another direction. Bing Nandong waved his sleeves to repel them without even looking at them. However, he did not expect that these three were phantoms. The real one came from the front, penetrated the beam of light, pierced Bing Nandong's wrist, and nailed him to the tree.
He An used his magic power, and the beam of light followed him like a shadow, locking Bing Nandong firmly in the formation.
Fan Zhiyi stared at the scene intently, his heart beating in his throat. He hurried to find a way to break free from the rope, but no matter what he did, the rope would only get tighter and tighter. Fan Zhiyi became more and more anxious and did not notice that Cen Jun's eyelashes beside him moved.
Zhuang Yujing had just been hit in the abdomen by Bing Nandong. The bow formed by his spiritual power dissipated. He wiped the blood from his mouth, but his eyes were bright. He smiled with confidence: "You lose, come back to Jiuwanli with me, Bing Nandong."
Bing Nandong watched as the arrow that had pinned him dissipated, but his pinned hand remained unable to move. "That's an improvement from last time."
"Hmph, what do you think I've been doing for the past ten years? Training from dawn to dusk, just to defeat you and take you back!"
Bing Nandong's gaze finally focused on Zhuang Yujing, and he let out a mocking smile: "After all these years, you're still as naive as ever. Zhuang Yujing, we've long been on different paths."
Zhuang Yujing cast a paralyzing spell on the arrow, which would gradually spread from Bing Nandong's hand to his entire body. Although he had used some trickery, the opponent was Bing Nandong. Regardless, he had to take him away first.
"You've been talking nonsense all day long, and now you've finally fallen into my hands." Zhuang Yujing coughed a few times, coughing out the blood foam, and his throat felt better. "Kidnap him and take him away."
Bing Nandong had a blank expression on his face as thick black air attacked from all directions in the west. The sound of ghosts crying could be heard faintly, and countless things lurking in the darkness kept approaching.
The clear river water had turned as black as ink at some point, churning and tumbling, and pale ghostly hands stretched out from it, eager to crawl to the shore.
But they seemed to be afraid of something and were reluctant to actually fight with Zhuang Yujing and his group.
Zhuang Yujing glanced at the surroundings, his expression becoming increasingly serious. "Bingnandong, wake up. After you return to Jiuwanli, find Jinwu and we'll work together to find a solution."
Fan Zhiyi was helped up by Xiaoman, and Cen Jun was also helped up by He An.
Bing Nandong closed his eyes, then opened them again, and pulled his hand away little by little.
Zhuang Yujing opened his eyes wide and took a few steps forward involuntarily, trying to stop Bing Nandong's actions: "Are you crazy?"
"The idea is good, but your cultivation isn't up to par yet." Bing Nandong raised his hand, which had a black and red hole in the middle, and turned it. Blood snaked across his palm lines, dripping down and staining his sleeves. "I'm losing my patience, Zhuang Yujing."
Black energy seemed to be emanating from Bing Nandong's body, and the temperature in the entire forest dropped rapidly, resembling the coldest days of winter. The black energy grew thicker, and the shrill laughter and cries of ghosts seemed to be right beside his ears, poised to emerge from any unexpected place.
The imagination is terrifying. Fan Zhiyi is very afraid of this kind of atmosphere. He is very nervous. Even though the weather is cold, his palms are still sweating and his back is stiff.
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