Cultivation with Warcraft skills

Chapter 64 Wang Liang [Second update, please recommend]

The air was filled with the smell of blood, blood was splashed on the ground, and dozens of corpses fell on the ground, dying with grievances.

"Girl, my condolences will change." Nangong Feng said to the girl curled up behind the tree trunk, and was about to leave. He had done this kind of thing many times before.

"Wait." A helpless voice came from behind, and anxious footsteps sounded. The pale and sad girl grabbed Nangong Feng's Taoist robe and begged, "Take me with you, okay?"

"Ah?" Nangong Feng was taken aback, speechless for a while.

He was planning to rush to Tianyang City to participate in the dragon and phoenix meeting this time. Passing this trail, he saw a group of cultivators robbing other people's property with vicious methods. The young girl actually has such a request.

"I... I was originally just a young lady of a family in the secular world, but later I found out that my father is a cultivator. This time my father brought me here because he wanted me to worship in the mountain gate, but..." the girl said, holding back She couldn't help sobbing, her father brought her not only, but also her mother and younger brother, but she didn't expect that the whole family was happily dreaming of becoming a fairy before, but now she was alone.

"Uh, that's it." Nangong Feng suddenly realized that it turned out to be the case. No wonder dozens of people were massacred by seven or eight cultivators one-sidedly. It turned out that they were just mortals. Looking at the pale girl, Nangong Feng said: "Then you are Do you want to worship that mountain gate? I will send you there, even if your father... is gone, they should still accept you. "

"I, I don't know, my father didn't tell me."

"Ah? Hey, this is really difficult." Nangong Feng is just a casual cultivator, and she has some secrets. If this girl inadvertently leaks out, then...

Seeing Nangong Feng's embarrassing expression, the girl couldn't help pulling her hands even tighter.

"Cough cough."

"Who!" Nangong Feng turned around and looked to the right.

This is a trail sandwiched between two mountains. If someone approaches, with Nangong Feng's spiritual sense at the alchemy stage, he would have felt it a hundred meters away. However, this sudden cough was more than ten meters away. suddenly sounded.

A boy who is eight feet tall, tall and straight, with a handsome face, is wearing a golden gauze and is holding a paper fan in his hand. At some point, he suddenly appears more than ten meters away, and is looking at it with a smile on his face. With Nangong Feng.

"Did you kill these people?" the boy in the golden shirt asked.

"So what?" Nangong Feng pushed the girl behind, looked at the golden-clothed boy and thought, could it be the companions of the dozen or so cultivators?

"It's nothing. If it's okay, I'll take my leave first." The golden-clothed boy said as if Nangong Feng was walking, looking past Nangong Feng and the girl, looking at the road behind him.

Seeing the golden-clothed boy approaching step by step, Nangong Feng began to back away slowly. When the golden-clothed boy approached him three or four meters away, Nangong Feng made a move!

With an extra dust whisk in his right hand out of thin air, he waved his hand, and a white light shot out, attacking the golden-clothed boy. The golden-clothed boy reacted very quickly, and his body retreated seven or eight meters. With a wave of the fan in his hand, a wind blade whizzed towards came out, hit the white light, made a bang, and then dissipated.

The golden-clothed boy frowned, and before he could speak, Nangong Feng said first:
"What do you mean?!"

"What do I mean?" The golden-clothed boy repeated in a funny tone, "I still want to ask you what do you mean?"

"Hmph! Don't pretend, you've been locking me with your spiritual sense, pretending that I can't feel it?" Nangong Feng said, flipping his left wrist, and a circular paper plate was created out of thin air, with densely drawn pictures on it. rune, he threw the paper plate on the ground, and a defensive array protected the girl behind him.

"Uh..." The golden-clothed boy looked strange, speechless and silent.

"Stop talking nonsense, since you are tearing your face, let's watch the trick!" As soon as Nangong Feng finished speaking, Fuchen waved a few times in front of him, pinched the seal with his left hand, and muttered something, but it was mostly, and a fire dragon gradually formed.

"Go!" Nangong Feng held the whisk and waved at the golden-clothed boy, and the fire dragon roared and rushed out.

"Taoist?" Looking at the fire dragon summoned by Nangong Feng, the golden-clothed boy did not hide or dodge. With a wave of the paper fan in his hand, more than a dozen wind blades swept out with a ray of golden light, hitting the fire dragon, rubbing against it a few times. With a single stroke, he cut the fire dragon into several pieces. With a wail, the fire dragon turned into a ball of flame and exploded. This was unexpected by the boy in golden shirt.

Being hit head-on by the blast, the golden-clothed boy retreated a few steps in embarrassment. Just as he was about to speak, Nangong Feng's attack struck again.

Several waves of fire rushed towards the face, and the golden-clothed boy could feel the scorching temperature from a long distance away. The air made a scorching sound, which showed the temperature of these waves of fire.

"Three waves!"

The golden-clothed boy waved his paper fan, and a wave of water rose from the ground, rising five or six meters in an instant, swallowing the fire wave, and then rushed towards Nangong Feng. Nangong Feng was slightly startled, turned in the air, moved more than ten meters, and then lifted Picking up the whisk, he waved viciously towards the tide, and a semicircular fire wave more than three meters long flew out, holding up a long scorched mark on the ground, splitting the water wave in two, but the water wave did not stop , two waves of water jumped up, turning into hundreds of arrows made of water, attacking Nangong Feng.

It's a water warlock!Still a master at playing with water!Nangong Feng secretly commented on the boy in golden shirt.

"Fire dancing yellow sand!"

Nangong Feng turned around with Fuchen, and a semi-circular fire wall made of red flames surrounded Nangong Feng. Hundreds of arrows made of water were evaporated into mist before they approached.

What a fire!The golden-clothed boy was startled, this Nangong Feng's flame was even worse than his own 'Suzaku Jue'!

At this moment, suddenly, the boy in the golden shirt opened his arms, like a big roc spreading its wings, rising from the ground, and when the ground moved, a wave of fire suddenly shot out from under his feet. Fortunately, the boy in the golden shirt flashed fast, otherwise , Will be burned by the flames!

The golden-clothed boy waved his paper fan, and a gust of wind blew out, blowing out the fire wave, but, in the fire wave, there was still hidden fine sand containing flames!
As expected of the dancing yellow sand, these fine sands can punch a rock full of holes, but the golden-clothed boy did not hide or dodge, a wall of air opened, and countless fine sands were bounced away one by one.

"Fellow Daoist! I think you have misunderstood something!" The golden-clothed boy suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"Huh?" Nangong Feng stopped the attack when he heard the boy in golden shirt shout.

"Could it be possible to probe you with your spiritual sense, can't you?"

"Ah?" Hearing what the golden-clothed boy said, Nangong Feng snapped back to his senses, yes!Isn't it normal to use spiritual awareness to investigate strangers?What's more, there were corpses all over the place just now, it's normal to lock it with spiritual sense!
"Sorry, just now, I was a little... nervous."

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other. Fellow Daoist's fire skills are really good. I'm Wang Liang, I don't know you..." The golden-clothed boy asked Nangong Feng after he landed.

"Over there, Wang Daoyou's water technique is also very strong, in Nangong Feng."

Although the two of them were still vigilant in their hearts, they seemed to have similar tastes, and they quickly chatted.

The girl trapped in the defensive formation looked at the two chatting with confusion on her face. The two fought so fiercely just now, the corpses on the ground were burnt to nothing, and the path was full of marks and potholes.

Is this, a cultivator?

For a moment, the girl temporarily put the pain behind her for the curiosity of the two.

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