C698 Don't Disappoint Me
C698 Don't Disappoint Me
It would definitely vibrate one's spiritual sense. The Power of Divine Consciousness would be injured, and it would then become harder and harder for them to endure the baleful aura. A vicious circle …
"Lu Lee, this is the result of you opposing my Dongling City!" Yang Wufeng said fiercely.
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and shouted to the guards with Dongling City behind him: "Take care of everyone with Profound Shadow Sect. Wait, they will all end up like this!"
Yang Wufeng's eyes carried a bit of greed. This was a strange talisman that could grow by itself, absorbing the consciousness of six people, it had already grown to this extent, if he were to absorb Lu Lee's consciousness again, would it not be even more heaven-defying?
Thinking of this, Yang Wufeng couldn't help but laugh.
The Dongling City Guards had already surrounded the people who were pretending to be Profound Shadow Sect, and these people did not have much confidence anymore. All they could do was tightly hold onto the talismans Jiang Ting had given them.
"Hur hur, what's the result?" Suddenly, a purple figure that could not be seen anymore appeared in front of them, and the restriction that Yang Wufeng had placed had disappeared.
In Jiang Ting's hand was a set of Black Talisman with strange red patterns. Through the strange mask, he looked at Yang Wufeng.
"You …" Yang Wufeng subconsciously moved his palm. When did the talisman that was in his palm come into contact with the other party's?
"Have you forgotten what Profound Shadow Sect specializes in? In front of me, there is no indiscernible talisman. " Jiang Ting said with contempt.
Yang Wufeng's expression tightened for a moment. He finally understood how laughable his previous words were. The restrictions on Profound Shadow Sect were truly superb.
Because in his eyes, it was simply impossible to break the Inhibition Formation laid out by this talisman!
"Crack!"
Jiang Ting clenched his hand, and the talisman shattered.
"Shua!"
The talisman that had absorbed the blood of so many Martial Cultivator s, was now filled with a black liquid.
This was the power of the Black Evil Dragon's blood. These Martial Cultivator's Blood Essence had already been assimilated by the Black Evil Dragon.
"Your restriction skill is really amazing!"
After Yang Wufeng was stunned for a moment, he calmed down and his face revealed an even colder expression.
"Let this Miss Shangguan go!"
This was Jiang Ting's only goal.
At the same time, with a flip of his hand, he placed the shattered talisman into a barrier. This kind of thing, Jiang Ting would not so casually throw it away.
"You should give up on that thought, Shangguan Lingxi is someone that I, Yang Wufeng, have taken a liking to, and is not someone that anyone can take away!" Anger flashed past Yang Wufeng's eyes.
Hearing these words, Jiang Ting was truly a little surprised. Looking at this, this Yang Wufeng did not simply use Shangguan Lingxi as a use, but had truly stirred up feelings!
"Shangguan Lingxi will definitely be mine. If I can't get her, no one else can either!"
After a moment of silence, Yang Wufeng said this again.
Jiang Ting's spectacles also squinted, he was now more worried, and also more worried, and it was extremely contradictory.
It was because Yang Wufeng had this kind of thought that he wouldn't do anything that would harm Shangguan Lingxi.
However, because of this Yang Wufeng's persistence, it would be even more difficult for him to save Shangguan Lingxi.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Ting then sneered lightly: "I like challenging some difficult things."
"Then let's see what else you can do!" Yang Wufeng coldly said as he glanced at Shangguan Lingxi, who was beside him.
It seemed that he had made some sort of decision.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared behind Yang Wufeng. It was caused by the power of his bloodline.
Yang Wufeng's bloodline was a pair of lightning wings that glittered with lightning.
Following a burst of crackling sounds, a purple treasured sword appeared in Yang Wufeng's hand.
It was the exact same as the thunder wings behind him.
"I'll let you have a taste of my Purple Lightning Sword Art!"
A purple sword force suddenly flew towards Jiang Ting.
Regarding the comprehension of sword force, Jiang Ting was much more powerful than Yang Wufeng.
Jiang Ting did not take out her Seven Extinction Devil Sealing Sword, since once that black treasure sword appeared, many people would be able to see through his identity.
Therefore, when Jiang Ting activated his Bloodline of Ice and Snow, the spirit energy at the tip of his finger gushed out, and formed a crystal clear ice shard sword.
This treasured sword only lightly slashed past, as if it had no power at all.
This was the Advanced Sword Force, and was a whole level higher than Yang Wufeng's sword force!
However, just as the two were about to collide with each other with all their power, Shangguan Lingxi who was beside Yang Wufeng suddenly moved.
Suddenly, he rushed in front of Yang Wufeng with no expression on his face. He wielded the Mo Gan Dagger in his hand, which was still within the Ancient Tomb of Martial Lord.
But now, the sword was pointed at Jiang Ting!
"You are not allowed to hurt him!" Shangguan Lingxi said angrily.
Jiang Ting was surprised, surprised.
He never thought that Shangguan Lingxi would protect Yang Wufeng!
The corner of Yang Wufeng's mouth revealed a taunting smile.
Jiang Ting hurriedly withdrew his ice sword.
He absolutely could not hurt Shangguan Lingxi.
But now, he said that he couldn't take off his mask and explain everything to Shangguan Lingxi.
Jiang Ting retracted his attack, but Yang Wufeng's other battle skill was already rushing towards him.
"Shua!"
"Pfft!"
When Jiang Ting turned around, he was unable to dodge this slash no matter what.
He could only forcefully receive it with his arm.
The simple thing was, it was a battle skill released by Yang Wufeng, and not a true slash from the weapon.
Otherwise, it definitely wouldn't be as simple as serious injury. Jiang Ting's arm could be considered as crippled.
Half of his body was dyed red with blood.
However, Shangguan Lingxi who was facing him, acted as if she did not see him.
The corner of Yang Wufeng's mouth curved into a sneer.
He looked around him and said indifferently: "Lingxi, it seems that Jiang Ting will not come, he does not have the chance this time, he is truly unworthy of you treating him like this. Follow me, I will treat you well!"
Everyone's eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets when a dignified Dongling City Young Lord was actually able to say such tender words.
The woman even cried out.
"Young Lord Yang, male god!"
"Young Lord Yang, I love you!"
But Shangguan Lingxi still shook her head. She believed that Jiang Ting would definitely come!
After experiencing the Profound Shadow Sect, Yang Wufeng was truly a little afraid. Not caring about Shangguan Lingxi's resistance, he extended his hand and brought Shangguan Lingxi up into the sky.
"Jiang Ting, just be like this, Shangguan Lingxi is mine!"
At this moment, the reconstituted bloodline had already flowed through Jiang Ting and coupled with the Nine Transformation Dragon Arts, such a serious injury did not leave the slightest trace of a scar.
However, when the wounds were fully healed, Yang Wufeng had already left with Shangguan Lingxi.
"Whoosh!"
After a streak of light, Jiang Ting couldn't care too much and left behind an afterimage as he chased after it.
Now, Jiang Ting was really glad that he had the order badge in his hand. He could directly chase after him.
The speed of Yang Wufeng's lightning wings was not limited to just these pair of wings. Even if Jiang Ting pushed his own blood and speed to the limit, he could only firmly bite on the figure in front of him. It would be very difficult to shorten the distance between the two of them.
With this chasing, he had already traveled an immeasurable distance.
Beneath his feet was no longer the domain of Qin Frontier, but rather a very desolate place.
Relying on his thick bloodline, Jiang Ting blocked Yang Wufeng in the end.
"Stop, put Shangguan Lingxi down!" Jiang Ting gasped for breath, and said to Yang Wufeng.
Yang Wufeng frowned slightly. There were very few people who could catch up to his Thunder Wings, so Lu Lee should not be one of them.
Could it be that this person was not Lu Lee at all?
Hadn't he never seen this person's true appearance before? He just heard from the other side that...
Maybe, this person, was not Lu Lee!
When this idea came out, Yang Wufeng finally let out a cold breath.
This person was so persistent towards Shangguan Lingxi, could it be that...
Jiang Ting's name, made him unwilling to say it out loud …
Seeing Yang Wufeng's expression, Jiang Ting could guess, but he would not admit it!
"There's no one else here, since you are so stubborn towards Shangguan Lingxi, let's fight, what do you think?"
Yang Wufeng actually said this.
Jiang Ting naturally nodded, and said: "Alright, I'll accompany you!"
For Shangguan Lingxi, Jiang Ting dared to agree to anything.
"Take out your weapon!" Yang Wufeng said as he placed the purple lightning sword horizontally in front of his chest.
In such a dangerous situation just now, Jiang Ting's heart still had lingering fear, and he did not move.
"Since it's the two of us fighting, then don't push Miss Shangguan out. Otherwise, you're not a man!" Jiang Ting said coldly.
Yang Wufeng nodded solemnly: "Just the two of us, as long as you don't disappoint me!"
"Clang!"
A black light flashed, and a black treasure sword appeared in Jiang Ting's hand.
Seeing this weapon, Yang Wufeng's eyes twitched.
His guess became even clearer.
At the same time, the anger and unwillingness in his heart had reached an unprecedented level.
"Purple Flame Thunder Lightning Sword!"
Under the activation of his battle skill, the treasured sword in Yang Wufeng's hand released the sound of thunder that shook the heavens and earth, as it swept towards Jiang Ting in all directions.
The black treasure sword in Jiang Ting's hand was still as silent as before, and only slashed quietly.
He walked up to welcome them.
Suddenly, all the lightning seemed to have frozen, as though it had suddenly lost all sound and momentum, as though all of the energy was being absorbed by the treasure sword in Yang Wufeng's hand.