Chapter 537 Five Tribulations
Ruan Wei's words seemed to be both true and false.
Of course Yu Qunqing heard it, and as expected, he was easily provoked by Ruan Wei. He could hardly restrain the sarcasm in his heart and the sneer on the corner of his lips.
"What big talk!"
Yu Qunqing said sarcastically, "You were just lucky to have dodged it just now."
He bent his knuckles and flicked them casually as if they were stained with something dirty: "It's just an ant in the fusion stage. No matter how high it jumps, I can crush it to death with just one finger."
Ruan Wei's face remained calm, as if he didn't care what was happening outside.
The girl held the sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the powerful demon cultivator opposite.
It's probably the youthful vigor. Newborn calves are never afraid of any powerful and ferocious enemy. They only focus on whether their own Tao mind is clear.
Young people are always reckless.
It's no wonder that many people in this world always dislike those who have just made their mark, because such people are so dazzling that people have to avoid looking at them, and can't help but envy and hate them.
Little did they know that Ruan Wei's indifference was most likely to provoke the opponent's anger.
When Yu Qunqing saw that Ruan Wei didn't answer, he naturally became even angrier.
even.
He was so angry that he was a little surprised.
Is this because she thinks her death is not fast enough? Does she want to be cut into pieces or die without a complete body?
Yu Qunqing was surprised at Ruan Wei's ignorance of his own limitations, his recklessness, and his courage, which only came from those fools who thought they could always defeat evil.
A smart person shouldn't have such ridiculous courage.
Yu Qunqing thought he was a smart person, and reluctantly, he also acknowledged Ruan Wei's intelligence.
In Yu Qunqing's view, he has been able to make the most beneficial choices for himself in every stage in a very short period of time since he was young, so he is the first person of that generation.
Ruan Wei.
Perhaps before the Jiazi Alliance, Yu Qunqing looked down on her. There were too many cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, and who would care about a little thing that he could crush to death at any time.
But now, even Yu Qunqing had to admit it.
If he were the same age as Ruan Wei, he might not be able to catch up with her.
Ruan Wei has long been a leader of her generation.
Her accomplishments, achievements, and awards were all there for all to see. Ever since the Ten Directions Competition, Ruan Wei's sudden emergence had destined her for a remarkable future. She would never be lost in the crowd; she would always stand on the opposite side of obscurity.
Yu Qunqing would have been surprised at how smart Ruan Wei was.
At this moment, he was surprised that Ruan Wei was so foolish as to choose to fight him alone. This was simply seeking death.
But soon, Yu Qunqing will no longer be surprised by Ruan Wei.
because--
Ruan Wei actually dared to raise his sword and rushed towards him without any warning!
"Millin."
A continuous expanse of green light as fine and sharp as needles spread across half the sky, rushing towards Yu Qunqing along the rainbow-like sword energy.
Yu Qunqing reacted quickly. He mobilized the demonic energy in his body and waved his palm to block the attack.
Seeing that his attack failed, Ruan Wei quickly and lightly jumped back.
"It's my turn—"
Yu Qunqing clenched his fist and made a punching gesture in the direction of Ruan Wei.
In an instant, countless demonic auras gathered from all directions, forming an extremely huge fist, rushing straight towards Ruan Wei at an extremely fast speed.
Dense demonic energy wrapped around the giant fist.
If an ordinary person gets hit by it, it will be no joke, let alone a natural spiritual body that is extremely resistant to demonic energy.
Yu Qunqing: "Go to hell."
In this punch, Yu Qunqing absorbed at least 30% of the demonic energy in his body.
He couldn't throw a punch like this a fourth time in this fight.
This is aimed at killing Ruan Wei!
Yu Qunqing didn't want to argue with her anymore. He was a little fed up with it, so he wanted to end it quickly.
Although no one knew what the fist looked like, everyone could vaguely sense the power of this blow from the huge gust of wind that was rolled up by the fist. It was a very terrifying power, a power that would kill anyone who was hit!
Ruan Wei frowned and quickly stepped back, trying to distance himself from the fist.
Unexpectedly, as she turned, the fist turned with her.
Depend on!
Ruan Wei cursed inwardly. It was actually a tracking bullet.
At the same time, Yu Qunqing stomped on the ground suddenly, his five fingers turned into claws, and rushed towards Ruan Wei's neck to grab it.
Double insurance.
What is guaranteed is that Ruan Wei must die!
Ruan Wei's face changed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously rested on the mustard seed bag. In a very short time, she thought about whether to use it or not. Finally, Ruan Wei held Xuan Ze tightly again.
She stared at Yu Qunqing, and the taste of blood lingered under her lips from where she had bitten them.
Now is not the time!
“Clang——”
A water-colored sword appeared out of nowhere and directly knocked Yu Qunqing's hand away.
Feng Wuya turned his wrist, and the Lingyuan in his hand stabbed towards Yu Qunqing like a ghost. Yu Qunqing could only withdraw his hand and avoid it temporarily.
Yu Qunqing sneered: "After beating the younger one, here comes the older one."
He was not afraid and immediately fought back, quickly suppressing Feng Wuya.
"You, the Eldar, are outnumbered and outnumbered. How shameless!"
Feng Wuya didn't look back: "Weiwei, I can only draw out ten breaths."
"Just focus on breaking the fist!"
If he doesn't return to his original position after ten breaths, Yuanyin, who is working with him, will be killed by the demons. Yuanyin is an auxiliary sound cultivator, and it would be a life-threatening situation for him to be able to entangle the opponent for ten breaths.
"That's enough."
Ruan Wei responded.
She raised her sword and sighed, "Empty and Bright."
Green water vapor condensed and floated in the air, and the water vapor spread out to form a transparent rain curtain. The huge fist rushed straight towards him, and Ruan Wei dodged lightly and hid in the water vapor.
She shuttled into the water and completely merged into it, as free as a fish swimming.
"Bang!!"
Following Ruan Wei, the black fist slammed into the water curtain.
The extremely powerful impact knocked the entire water curtain back in a ripple-like arc, and the terrifying impact wave spread outward. The weak, such as Qu Woyun, was directly blown away, and it was the teacher who pulled her back.
"Click—scratch—"
What’s worse, the water curtain seemed to be disintegrating, and the people in the water curtain disappeared without a trace, and their life or death was unknown.
Chao Jian, who had been preparing the formation with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes: "Weiwei?!"
Feng Wuya's face also changed. He ignored Yu Qunqing who rushed in front of him and wanted to turn back to help Ruan Wei.
"Where do you want to go?"
Yu Qunqing grabbed Feng Wuya's robe and punched him first, not allowing him to dodge.
Feng Wuya barely dodged to the side, and his fist left a deep bloody mark on his cheek. He became furious and raised his sword to slash at Yu Qunqing, leaving a sword wound on Yu Qunqing's arm.
The Lingyuan sword rang loudly and slashed directly towards Yu Qunqing's head.
Feng Wuya's eyes were bloodshot: "Get out!"
Yu Qunqing tilted his head back slightly, and the tip of the sword only drew a thin, long line on his neck, and drops of blood flowed down.
"Um?"
Yu Qunqing shook his arm, and within a few breaths, the wound on his hand actually stopped bleeding and slowly healed! The next moment, the small wound on his neck healed directly.
Feng Wuya's pupils shrank slightly.
Looking at the speed of wound recovery, it is almost the same as Wangxi Valley's Fengchun Technique!
Yu Qunqing turned his wrist, and suddenly, a hint of excitement appeared on the corner of his lips: "You, are not bad! You almost cut my neck, and compared with the one from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you are not much worse. Why aren't you the Sword Master?"
Feng Wuya was breathing heavily and looking at Yu Qunqing coldly.
"Oh, no."
The corners of Yu Qunqing's mouth curved into a cruel grin: "It's a pity that you have such bad luck."
Feng Wuya paused.
"You know it yourself, it's written in your fate. It's destined for you - as many disciples as you accept will die."
Yu Qunqing suddenly seemed to remember something.
"ah."
Yu Qunqing stretched out his hand, and in front of Feng Wuya's trembling eyes, he pointed in Ruan Wei's direction and said with a smile, "I see clearly."
"This is your first apprentice to die."
"Of course, Ruan Wei won't be the last one. You have to see clearly, they will die one by one..."
Like a devil whispering, Yu Qunqing whispered:
"They will all die before you."
"Shut up!!!"
Feng Wuya's face was filled with anger, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to curse Yu Qunqing for saying some nonsense. His hands were tightly clenched around Ling Yuan, and he seemed to want to rush up and chop the foul-mouthed Yu Qunqing into eighty-eight pieces!
How could his beloved daughter die? How could his Xuantong, Huaijin, Xiaoyuer, and Xiaojin die? Five children he had raised with his own hands... How could it be possible?
But unfortunately.
But Feng Wuya really didn't dare to look in the direction Yu Qunqing pointed.
Because he calculated it.
Feng Wuya certainly knew his own fate.
Many of the ancestors of the Penglai Immortal Sect were good at fortune-telling. Feng Wuya had always known that his fortune in terms of disciples was average. He knew that he had five calamities in his life, and he also knew that all of his disciples had rough lives.
Because the Penglai Immortal Sect is a huge refugee camp, and everyone in the sect can be said to be extremely miserable.
So what?!
Feng Wuya has been trying his best to avoid it. He trains his disciples' self-protection abilities during morning exercises every day. Whenever he finds any protective magic tools, he will distribute them to his disciples in order.
What can I do?
Feng Wuya had never imagined that his five children would leave first, and he could not imagine how painful it would be for him.
Yu Qunqing looked at the distorted expression on Feng Wuya's face and smiled.
ah.
The defenses of this Penglai Immortal Lord are unexpectedly weak.
Feng Wuya gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Yu Qunqing, his words enunciated with hatred as thick as substance: "Yu Qunqing, you really deserve to die."
Yu Qunqing smiled and nodded: "What a wonderful blessing."
Feng Wuya was even more furious.
suddenly.
"I wish you a good leg!"
The girl's voice is vigorous and full of energy.
Yu Qunqing's pupils shrank, and he immediately looked at the water curtain that had just shown signs of breaking.
All that occupied his vision was a giant, pure white fist.
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