The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

The middle-aged man seemed to have anticipated Duan Tianyang's actions. When Duan Tianyang sped past him, he suddenly rushed sideways. With a crisp "pop" sound, he hit Duan Tianyang hard.

With this impact, Duan Tianyang was knocked several meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, a dozen big men not far away rushed forward and pinned Duan Tianyang to the ground.

Although Duan Tianyang struggled many times, he still couldn't get rid of them.

At this moment, there was very little true energy left in his body, and coupled with the combined suppression of everyone, he felt unprecedented despair.

Am I really going to die here today?

Since I came to Xiguan, I haven't had a sip of soup, but I have been stabbed many times!

He is not willing to give in! ! !

Looking at the unconscious Hua'er not far away, he felt as if his heart was burning with fire.

It would be fine if I died here, but I had to implicate Hua Duoer. If I wasn't so conceited, this situation wouldn't have happened.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to try to break free from the suppression on his body again.

However, facing the combined suppression of more than a dozen martial artists, he couldn't even move.

Just when he felt extremely desperate, the red ring on his left index finger suddenly flashed red light.

The martial artist who grabbed his left hand suddenly felt a change of expression, and he felt a huge suction force coming from the other party's palm, which continuously sucked away the true energy in his body.

He was terrified and quickly let go of Duan Tianyang's hand, stepped back, and looked at him in horror, as if he was looking at a monster.

"You..." In just a blink of an eye, most of the true energy in his body disappeared.

Duan Tianyang was also shocked. This feeling was exactly the same as when he fell off the cliff. A huge amount of true energy flowed into his body continuously along his palm.

At this moment, Duan Tianyang felt that the ring seemed to be in tune with his thoughts.

He raised his left hand and grabbed the neck of a martial artist who was pressing on him.

Similarly, the true energy in his body was continuously sucked away by Duan Tianyang, and all the armor on his body fell off.

At the same time, Duan Tianyang himself spat out a mouthful of blood, and a large amount of external true energy poured into the meridians in his body, rushing everywhere.

At this moment, Duan Tianyang had no time to think about how to collect this external energy. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and suddenly grabbed the martial artist's neck and squeezed it hard. With a crisp sound, the neck without armor protection was crushed by him.

The martial artists around were still in shock, but Duan Tianyang had already jumped up from the ground, ignoring the gazes from all around him, and rushed towards the unconscious Hua Duoer again.

Seeing that Duan Tianyang was still able to break free from the suppression of many martial artists after being severely injured by him, the middle-aged man smiled.

He stood leisurely in front of Hua Duoer, waiting for Duan Tianyang to approach.

When Duan Tianyang approached, the middle-aged man inserted the black knife in his hand into the ground, and then punched Duan Tianyang.

Duan Tianyang tried to use quick steps to bypass the middle-aged man, but as soon as he mobilized his true energy, he felt pain in his internal organs as if they were exploded. The intense pain made his eyes go black and he almost fainted.

The middle-aged man's fist hit Duan Tianyang's forehead hard, knocking him flying backwards, and the fragments of armor on his head fell like snowflakes.

"You are really stubborn!" the middle-aged man said, "Since you are a man, I can spare your life. But you must tell me who sent you here? As long as you tell the truth, I can not only let you go, but also let her go."

He pointed at the flowers on the ground, then walked towards the fallen Duan Tianyang, looking down at him.

Compared to the external injuries caused by the middle-aged man, the injuries inside his body were the real torture.

At this moment, his meridians were tangled like a tangled mess, the pain seemed to be breaking, and his internal organs were churning violently.

In an instant, cold sweat soaked all his clothes and stuck to his skin.

Duan Tianyang rolled on the ground in pain, but couldn't even utter a cry.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man showed an indifferent smile. He bent down, stretched out his hand, tightly grasped Duan Tianyang's neck, and lifted him up from the ground.

"Tell me! Did Mad Wolf send you here?"

Duan Tianyang tried his best to pry the other person's hands open, but it was all in vain. He couldn't even shake the other person at all.

Seeing Duan Tianyang struggling like this, the middle-aged man felt both angry and amused.

He continued to hold Duan Tianyang high, and clenched his other hand into a fist, hitting him hard in the lower abdomen.

With this punch, Duan Tianyang's armor was shattered and he spurted out blood again.

Although the external pain was severe, it unexpectedly alleviated the pain in his internal organs.

He gave up the idea of ​​breaking the man's fingers, and instead grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand. With a sharp light flashing in his eyes, he said word by word: "It was your mother who ordered me to do this!"

At the same time, the ring on his finger glowed red again.

At this moment, Duan Tianyang desperately wanted to absorb the opponent's true energy, with the idea of ​​dying together.

The middle-aged man is a martial artist at the Tiangang realm, and the true energy in his body is as abundant as the ocean.

However, at this moment his true energy flowed out uncontrollably like a flood, which surprised him.

He released his grip on Duan Tianyang's neck, but Duan Tianyang still held his wrist tightly, trying his best to absorb his true energy.

The middle-aged man was frightened out of his wits. He tried to shake off Duan Tianyang who was holding his wrist tightly, but the other party seemed to have taken root in his body and he couldn't shake him off no matter how hard he tried.

The middle-aged man was so angry that he kicked Duan Tianyang away.

In the blink of an eye, about 30% of the true energy in his body was lost.

The furious middle-aged man roared and strode towards the fallen Duan Tianyang.

He came in front of Duan Tianyang, raised his fist, and hit Duan Tianyang's head hard.

Duan Tianyang's armor had been broken. If he was really hit by this punch, he would probably die.

Just as the fist was about to hit Duan Tianyang's head, a strong wind blew from behind the middle-aged man.

He thought it was not good and did not bother to continue attacking. He quickly rolled to the side to avoid it.

Then, a cold light flashed past him, accompanied by a trembling sound, and a long sword was nailed to a tree trunk not far away, and the sword body hummed.

This sword is not a mysterious sword, nor is it infused with spirit. It is about three fingers wide, straight without any bends, and has no off-hand or sword guard. It is simple and sharp.

The middle-aged man quickly stood up from the ground, turned around and asked, "Who is it?"

Behind the group of martial artists, a man wearing a jade fox mask slowly walked over. Only his eyes and mouth were exposed, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

The man was wearing a simple cloth suit, and although the clothes were a little gray, they were still neat.

His sudden appearance made the middle-aged man's heart tremble violently, and he took a step back unconsciously.

This reaction was completely instinctive, and even he himself couldn't explain why it happened.

"Let him go, and leave here immediately!" The man's calm voice sounded slowly, his tone neither anxious nor impatient.

As he approached, the martial artists in front of him moved to the sides. They didn't move at all, but it was as if they were pushed by an invisible hand. Expressions of fear appeared on their faces.