Heaven's Formula

This low voice sounded like thunder rolling by, the desert was torn apart like a mirror, and the chains were broken!

In an instant, she was in front of An Youlang.

After the latter dodged to avoid the princess' thrust, he quickly turned the book to another page, "Not affected by hallucinations, what about this one? It's the end of the game, echo!"

Ning Wanjun suddenly felt an indescribable pain coming from her shoulder!

This pain even gave her the idea that she would rather faint on the spot.

Even so, she still braced her body and swung the spear in her hand—this blow had lost its original momentum, and was blocked by An Yurou's iron fingers.

"It doesn't look very good." An Youlang sneered, "This technique can amplify all kinds of feelings in your body, especially pain. As long as the stimulation is strong enough, it can kill you even without trauma. Faced with ten times the pain , do you still dare to show the posture that you would rather suffer yourself than let me see blood like before? No...Of course not, the body will reject you—"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Wanjun's spear pierced his abdomen.

"It seems that this body is still under my command for the time being." The princess gasped twice.

"You—" An Youlang knocked him back with a palm, covering his bleeding stomach with both hands.

"Although it's not ten times magnified... But it doesn't feel good to have your intestines pierced, right?"

"Very good, very good!" An Youlang felt a wave of anger rushing to his heart. Although this wild night was caused by manpower and could not last for a long time, as long as the night did not dissipate, he could continue to absorb vitality.Anyone who realizes this will no longer think that they have a slight chance of winning.But this woman in front of him, knowing that she is not his opponent, still offends him again and again, it is extremely hateful!He decided to let the other party understand what it means not to live and not to die.

An Youlang took the initiative to attack Ning Wanjun for the first time!

The tactics used are exactly the one she used before——

Relying on continuous attacks, forcing the opponent to choose between death and dodge, each accumulation of injuries will eventually become an irreversible defeat.

What's more, the pain caused by every wound now will leave a deep impression on the princess.

And Ning Wanjun did feel tremendous pressure.

Those iron hands were as heavy as a thousand weights, and after many times of parrying, she had begun to lose her grip on the slippery gun barrel in her hands.

On her forehead, cheeks, and neck, blood flowed from these ruptured wounds, mixed with sweat, and moistened her chest.

This man is constantly improving.

The flaws of the previous rough moves have been gradually erased, no matter whether it is cutting, picking, picking, or picking, the timing of the choice has become more smooth and reasonable.The two pairs of iron palms are like a weapon that can be used both left and right, making her hard to guard against.

If one puts aside his identity, position and faction, he should also be a genius.Ning Wanjun thought to herself.

It's time to make a decision.

Ba Xingtian once told her that this kind of tactics is almost sure to win when facing an opponent whose overall strength is one level lower than her own, and the only way to break the game is to fight with her life.

Concentrate on it and leave no room for it!

Only by forcing the oppressor to give in first, can it be possible to seize that chance!

Just when An Youlang stabbed at her with five fingers together, Ning Wanjun retracted the spear, leaned forward, bumped into his palm, and at the same time stretched out the gun with all his strength!

A flash of coldness——

The two stayed in place at the same time.

The tip of the spear pierced through An Yulang's right chest, completely piercing his chest!

And An Youlang's palm also sank deeply into Ning Wanjun's left shoulder.

The severe pain made her try her best not to groan.

"Injury to both sides, living to death, this is your way to break the game?" An Youlang couldn't help but grinned, "Heh...heh, Your Highness, have you been dazzled by the pain and forgotten me? The injuries that can be tolerated are far from comparable to those of ordinary alchemists? Most people will choose to back down because they don't want to die together, but I don't have such fear!"

Ning Wanjun coughed up blood, "Then why did you escape three inches in the end?"

"Because you can't die yet." An Youlang said grimly, "I said, you will be the first collection when I return to my homeland, but it is by no means the one that I cherish the most."

"Strange..." Ning Wanjun let out a long breath, and the expression in his eyes suddenly became much lighter.

"What's so strange?" An Youlang couldn't help being taken aback.

"I've been talking to you for so long because I'm waiting for someone who can help me. What are you waiting for?" She raised her head and asked.

Before the words were finished, a sharp arrow shot directly at An Youlang's face with a whistling sound. At the same time, Ning Wanjun let go of the spear, and clasped the opponent's arm inserted into the shoulder with both hands!

This was Qiuyue's blow after she approached quietly, and it was even stronger than before!

It was too late to withdraw his hand to resist, An Youlang simply opened his mouth, and bit down the moment the arrow flew towards it!

The two front teeth were immediately shattered, and a triangular slit was cut on both sides of the lip, but he still bit the arrow in his mouth.

Spitting out bloody arrows and teeth, An Youlang snarled at Qiuyue, "That's it? But that's it! Come again!"

"Look at the other side." Ning Wanjun reminded.

A group of dazzling flames mixed with thousands of sparks suddenly appeared on the side of the yard. Against the background of the evil night, this group of unnatural light was very eye-catching.

An Youlang followed the light, and saw a towering black figure looming behind the splashing sparks—it looked extremely square, not like an evil spirit transformed from evil spirits.

what is this?

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, an unstoppable strange force pierced his waist directly from the side.

This process was so fast that An Youlang couldn't even feel much pain.

His perspective spun.

Looking down from mid-air, he saw Ning Wanjun being swept down by a wave of air, the archer who sneaked up on him galloping towards the princess, and half of his own body that was shattered.

Chapter 162

Xia Fan waited for a long time for this gap.

When the evil night came, he was the first to set fire to a house with the shock technique, stabilizing the flank of the princess army.

But he did not rashly join the chaos.

As long as the evil night is still there, it will be difficult to eradicate the evil - he has already realized that An Youlang is the source of the sky change, and those corpses hidden in the ground of Jinxia City are probably also the materials for the operation prepared by the An family in advance.It was precisely because they happened to destroy this batch of corpses that the other party dragged their hands until this moment.

However, this does not mean that there are no introductions to perform spells in Jinxia City.

The casualties of the two armies fighting all day provided a natural cohesion for this technique.

If you want to end Shaye, eliminating the source may be the only way.

Xia Fan knew how accurate this cannon was. If he wanted to use it to accurately kill a humanoid target, unless he was close enough, he would be flipping a coin.

So he left the street corner, walked against the light, and moved closer to the center of the yard.

Although the sudden change of night brought chaos, it also provided Xia Fan with a rare cover-even because the figure of the mechanism beast was very different from that of ordinary people, the soldiers of Dongsheng Kingdom would actively avoid this walking monster, probably subconsciously. It became a deformed charm.

To Xia Fan's surprise, the princess seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection with him, and she adjusted her position while fighting, and the moving direction happened to be the street where he hid in the first place!

He didn't put his hand on the transmission rod until the distance between the two sides was reduced to within fifty steps.

But even so, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to make a move.

The confrontation between the two was all between lightning and flint, and every time they collided, there would be a rumbling sound. It was not a contest at the level of ordinary people at all. Trying to lock the target with a hand-cranked cannon is tantamount to nonsense.

Until Ning Wanjun swallowed the opponent's straight stab, and at the same time pierced the spear into his chest.

The two formed a corner for a while.

There will never be a better opportunity than this.

Xia Fan made a judgment almost instantly, moved the track slightly sideways, and launched the shock technique at An Youlang!

This angle can ensure that the target is likely to be scratched, and even if there is a deviation, the princess will not be accidentally injured.

And the result fell within his expected range.

Just passing by, the kinetic energy of the projectile has already torn An Yulang's entire lower back, and the front half of his body was directly thrown away!

"Your Highness!" The pain and worry on Qiuyue's face could already be seen with the naked eye. The moment Ning Wanjun fell down, she had already run towards the princess.

Xia Fan also rushed to the battle point from the other side.

However, he did not immediately check the princess's injuries, but looked for An Yuro's severed upper body.

"How is Ning Wanjun?"

"Your Highness was seriously injured..." Qiuyue rarely corrected his impolite way of addressing him by his first name.

"Heavy...your size." Ning Wanjun raised her hand angrily, and wanted to hit the maid with a knife, but she gave up halfway because of the sharp pain of the wound, "These traumas just look too much... rest for more than ten days It will be cured. What about the guy?"

"I'm looking for it too." Xia Fan's tone was a bit dignified. The main purpose of his rushing over was to make up the knife, but the body disappeared after falling into the night.An injury of this degree would be fatal to most people, but An Jia made him dare not take it lightly—especially when half of the opponent's face was replaced by black mist, and he could recover from his injuries as quickly as the blood crow.

"He has all his legs here, where can he run--" Qiuyue suddenly froze in the middle of speaking.

I saw An Yulang's lower body collapsed on the ground disappearing.

Xia Fan also noticed this strange scene.

No, it's not disappearing—it's the unsupported flesh and blood turning into wisps of black air, gathering towards the sky.

"No way..." Xia Fan murmured and raised his head, following the faintly visible breath, he found the answer he had been looking for in mid-air.

The half of the opponent's body is already floating above the stockyard!

And not only An Youlang's own body, even those distorted charms also turned into black air and gathered towards him continuously.In just a few breaths, his figure swelled more than ten times!

"Take Ning Wanjun and get out of here!" Xia Fan yelled at Qiuyue, then took out the copper wire pendant, and rushed directly under the shadow!

The vertical distance between the two sides was only about [-] meters. After roughly estimating the position below, he aimed at the bottom of An Youlang and threw the copper wire pendant.

"Return to Shock Technique, Thunder!"

The pitch-black night sky was instantly torn apart by a flash of lightning, and the shining thunder fell straight down, hitting half of the enemy's body.

The moment it came into contact with the black mist, the sparks from the electric light lit up the sky above the stockyard!

An Youlang let out a deafening roar, he pointed at Xia Fan, and a black shadow suddenly shot at him——

Xia Fan had to take several steps back to avoid this inexplicable black shadow.

It was not a virtual image, but a real object. The moment it landed, it knocked out a small hole in the ground of the yard!

When the dust settled, a wriggling ghost crawled out of the pit.

Before it started to move, Xia Fan decisively chopped it into pieces with a streamer technique.

But in this short period of time, An Youlang has changed into another look.His body was still expanding, so much so that his arms and head had lost their original outline, turning into a part of the black mist.Its overall height is still rising, and it is almost 30 meters above the ground.

"Is this guy still human..."

"Fangshu...can actually do this?"

The soldiers who witnessed this scene couldn't help murmuring.

"I didn't expect that I would have such a day—" An Youlang said a little disappointed, his voice at the moment was muddy and indistinct, as if it came from the sky, "But only at this time can practitioners achieve An unprecedented field. Let you see the spell that Anjia has spent nearly a hundred years researching, and feel the power of the combination of Qi and Ji. After all-this is the last thing you can do in your lifetime."

""Evil Night Transformation Demon"! "

When these words were spoken, his swollen body suddenly underwent a new change.

The black mist no longer expanded blindly, but contracted inward. The upper part condensed into a hemisphere, and the lower part turned into a pyramid, with a tetrahedral tail nearly ten meters long trailing at the end.Compared with the huge main part, this tail is much slender, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a needle.

Xia Fan couldn't help shivering.

He had seen demons in the night of the Great Desolation in Qingshan Town—it was very in line with his perception of evil spirits: ugly, twisted, and terrifying.If the six-legged mobile gallows is what a demon should look like, then this demon transformed by the enemy is completely another extreme.

Both the sphere above and the cone below are smooth and regular, as if half of the metal has been machined.The whole is seamless, without any redundant forks.Under the reflection of the blazing fire in the yard, you can see its diffusely reflected flat surface and the faint cold light refracted from the ridges.

This form that is out of tune with the times endows it with an inexplicable sense of gloom.

Chapter 163 Show the result

The moment it took shape, many "twigs" protruded from the cone of the demon.

Xia Fan's pupils shrank, turned around and ran to the back, "Everyone, get out of here!"

In the next second, these black twigs gushed out, raining down on the perimeter of the yard!

Every twig is a mass of condensed black mist, and the force of the impact is no less than that of a cannon.The soldiers who remained on the stockyard—whether they were the princess's subordinates or the Dongsheng people—were all within the range of this attack.

Following a series of dull roars, a blood mist suddenly rose on the yard!

The mechanism beast made by Mo Yun was also hit by a cloud of black mist and turned into splintered pieces of wood.

But this is not the most dangerous situation.

The demon's attack was clearly targeted, and most of the "twigs" it sprayed fell on the burning houses on the edge of the yard.Although the continuous bombardment failed to extinguish the fire immediately, it greatly weakened the flames. Coupled with the rising smoke and sawdust, the area covered by the light was reduced a lot.

Oops.Xia Fan's heart skipped a beat—without the restriction of light, the charms transformed by the black mist will obviously become the enemy of the harvest survivors!

Facing the evil beings besieging him from all directions, he had no choice but to take out another talisman and cast the shock technique thunder on the spot.