The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

Shen Yi heard the sound and looked around and at the sky, "Ling Yun! Ugh..." His stomach suddenly turned, and he held his hand on the big tree and vomited. Tang Xingman hurriedly stepped forward and patted his back, "Where have you gone?"

After Shen Yi vomited, he sat on the stone pier beside him. Ning Wan checked his pulse and said, "It's okay."

Tang Xingman breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She turned sideways and asked the person sitting next to her, "Mo Sanning, you know, right?"

"I'm not sure." Mo Sanning felt a little guilty when she saw Shen Yi's tearful eyes, "But there is a place here..."

"Boom -" An explosion sounded not far away from everyone. He Linlin concentrated her energy, and a huge Tai Chi pattern appeared above everyone's heads, just blocking the sand and gravel thrown around.

After the dust around them dispersed, several figures flashed past everyone's heads. When Zhu Pianpian looked at the figure carried by one of them, she suddenly panicked, "Ah Chao!"

Ning Wan's pupils trembled slightly, "That's...!"

"Red heart!" Mo Sanning looked stern, "No! That direction is..."

"Let's go!" Mo Sanning chased after him in a few jumps.

When Ning Wan searched for the mark left by Mo Sanning and arrived with the remaining people, there was only a foreigner and Tang Jinzhao, who was thrown in the middle and was obviously unconscious.

"Ah Chao!" Zhu Pianpian was crying and wanted to rush over, but Su Yirong hugged her. Ning Wan came over and knocked her out with a knife and threw it to Tang Youli and others.

Edward stood there with his pockets in his hands and let them look at him. As the two groups looked at each other, Fu Yanchi subconsciously searched for his mother among the rocks in the ruins.

Finally, he found a suspicious object that looked like a turtle in the corner. He secretly glanced at Ning Wan, who was facing him. When he saw that the other party didn't look over, he quietly walked up and poked the turtle shell on it, "Mom?"

The turtle shell visibly stiffened. Mo Sanning walked out of the turtle shell and walked to the outside of the crowd with a righteous look. "I was delayed by something just now."

Ning Wan rolled her eyes, "Where is this?"

"It's the altar!" As soon as Mo Sanning finished speaking, she raised her leg and kicked to another place. Suddenly, another foreigner appeared in the direction she kicked.

Blanc covered his lower abdomen where he was kicked, with a fierce look on his face, "Not bad."

Xi An looked at Tang Jinchao, who was lying alone in the altar, and his expression condensed, "They are going to sacrifice Tang Jinchao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gatlings suddenly appeared around the few red heart ability users on the outermost edge.

"Boom -" Several Gatling guns opened fire at the same time. With the cover of the machine guns, Mo Sanning and Ning Wan looked at each other and rushed into the middle of the altar at the same time.

Tang Jinchao, who was in a coma, was pouring spiritual energy into the altar, and there was faint energy fluctuation in the center of the formation. Edward seemed to have expected that the two of them would rush in, and he still looked casual, "I want to save him." ?”

Ning Wan jumped up with the frying pan in hand, and a huge and powerful wind flew towards Edward. Wherever it touched, the soil rolled up, with a terrifying force like a giant dragon cracking the ground.

Edward smoothed the broken hair from his forehead, opened his thin lips and said, "Put it down."

"Pop!" The pan fell to the ground with a sound. Ning Wan was shocked and kicked her towards him. Edward sneered, "Get down!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Wan's feet gave way and she fell to the ground uncontrollably. Edward walked up to her slowly and kicked Ning Wan to the outside of the altar.

"Who is he?" Ning Wan stood up holding the stone, and blood flowed from her mouth. Tang Xingman behind her quickly stepped forward to help Ning Wan up. Sikong Yu took a step forward and met Edward's eyes, feeling somehow involved. The feeling arises spontaneously, "The one who speaks the spirit."

In the corner, several stones fell at Fu Yanchi's feet. He turned his head slightly and glanced. Mo Sanning was hiding in the corner and waved at him vigorously, gesturing for him to come over.

Fu Yanchi's eyes widened and he looked back at the turtle shell still in the center of the altar. When he looked back again, Mo Sanning was squatting in front of him, holding a turtle shell of the same style in his hand, "Hush, little Chichi, this is for you."

Fu Yanchi took the turtle shell and subconsciously looked at the altar. Sure enough, the turtle shell there had disappeared. His nose felt sour, "Mom, I don't..."

Before he could finish the words "I don't want it", Fu Yanchi saw his mother retracting into the turtle shell in front of him. Fu Yanchi held the turtle shell in his hand and didn't know what to say for a moment. good.

There was a stalemate on the field for a moment. Ning Wan pushed aside Tang Xingman, raised the pan in her hands and rushed towards the altar again. Blanc and the others stepped forward. When the pan came into contact with Blanc, his body suddenly Becomes soft and watery.

No matter how Ning Wan attacked next, Blanc's body was like water mist that could not be dispersed. For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate. He Linlin watched the fight between the two men intently, seeming to feel something.

"Tai Chi is born without extremes. When Tai Chi moves, it produces yang, and when it is still, it produces yin. Movement and stillness are the roots of each other. Yang is divided into yin, and the two forms stand together." A voice suddenly exploded in her mind.

"Sister Ning Wan, let me do it!" He Linlin pulled off a piece of cloth and covered her eyes, concentrating on gathering energy. A half-person tall yin and yang fan suddenly appeared and unfolded behind her, and a thick odor emitted from the fan. The Tai Chi breath.

Next, Blanc, a foreigner, realized what Chinese Kung Fu is. He Linlin paired it with a Tai Chi Yin and Yang fan. The yin and yang pattern under Blanc's feet seemed to emit a huge suction, attracting him and everything around him. In Tai Chi.

"Sister Ning Wan!" As soon as He Linlin finished speaking, a gust of wind seemed to blow around her, and Ning Wan's figure appeared in front of Blanc like a ghost.

"Ah!" The screams echoed over the entire altar.

Looking at his friend Edward lying down, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were instantly filled with madness and hatred, "You all go to hell!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up around him, and the sky turned dark. After a while, sharp knives rained down from the sky.

The sharp blades attacked everyone, and in the next moment, the black and white Tai Chi light fell on everyone's heads. He Linlin stood in front of the team holding a Tai Chi Yin and Yang fan.

"Linlin!" Sikong Yu immediately rushed towards He Linlin, Tai Chi. At this time, a turtle shell in the distance covered He Linlin's body one step ahead of him.