Chapter 668
: Killer Move, God-Given Bloodline! [2 more]
"I'm here, I'm fine." Ye Wanlan swallowed another pill, his eyes cold, "He's not seriously injured, just exhausted. Listen, we can't let him leave!"
"Okay." Yan Tingfeng smiled gently, "Then don't let him leave."
The two stood back to back.
This posture is the best defensive and offensive posture. Turning your back to the other person also represents the ultimate trust in the other person.
"Where did this brat come from?" Dylan was on the verge of exploding with rage. "Since you're going to die, let's die together!"
"Shh-!"
He swung his sword and attacked again.
He didn't believe that he couldn't handle these two little brats whose combined ages were not even a fraction of his.
Yan Tingfeng's joining eased the urgent situation faced by Ye Wanlan.
The two of them didn't fight together many times, but they cooperated very skillfully.
It was as if they knew each other's thoughts. Without saying much, they knew what to do next.
Xie Linyuan and the other two also breathed a sigh of relief, but they were not completely relieved.
"He actually knows Beiming magic?" Hua Yingyue narrowed her eyes, thinking, "Could it be that he is the successor of Beiming Sect?"
"But I think that's not necessarily the case." Xie Linyuan crossed his arms, "Beiming Sect disciples must know Beiming magic, but knowing Beiming magic doesn't necessarily mean they are Beiming Sect disciples."
In the martial arts world, the Beiming Sect was once called the Demon Sect.
But in fact, the Beiming Sect does not practice killing, and the original intention and righteousness it pursues are no different from those of Penglai Mountain.
It’s just that the techniques they pursue are more extreme and are called “Extreme Dao”.
However, the word "extreme" in "Jidao" means that not everyone can take this path.
In terms of overall strength, Beiming Sect Leader Xing Yun is stronger than Penglai Saint Yue Zheng, because he was also the only one who perfectly implemented the word "Extreme Dao" at that time.
He gave up other powers and focused on practicing magic, keeping company with the sun, moon and stars, and controlling the essence of heaven and earth.
But in the hundreds of years of history of Beiming Sect, there has only been one Xing Yun.
Other leaders and high priests unfortunately died along the way.
If you want to gain greater power, you must endure greater pain and torture.
Even if Ye Wanlan did not tell them what role Yue Zheng and Xing Yun played in that battle, they could have guessed that in the end, the enemy could not have been forced back without the help of these two beings who were most like immortals.
"No." Huo Jingyu suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "The Beiming magic he used is slightly different from what I saw those disciples perform in Beiming Mountain."
Hua Yingyue and Xie Linyuan looked at each other, both confused.
One of them is His Royal Highness the King of Qin of the Daning Dynasty, and the other is a sword saint who travels the world with his sword. Indeed, neither of them has ever had any in-depth exchanges with the Beiming Sect.
But Huo Jingyu is different. Huo Jingyu is the leader of the Shen Ce Army.
Although he is younger than Xing Yun in age, he is equal to Xing Yun in status.
If he says no, then it’s not.
"He still has many secrets." Xie Linyuan said, "But I don't care, because he is really good to Junior Sister, and that's enough."
"Thank you, brother, that's very true." Huo Jingyu smiled, "Who doesn't have secrets?"
"boom!"
There was another explosion, and Dylan was forced back.
The injuries caused by Ye Wanlan's "Shattering Mountains and Seas" move have not recovered yet, which has caused him to lose more and more energy.
"Who are you?" Dylan stared at Yan Tingfeng, his face so gloomy that water could almost drip out of it, "Beiming magic... the inheritance of Beiming Sect has clearly been cut off!"
As a person who is older than the history of the Ning Dynasty and has been lurking in Shenzhou for so long, Dylan certainly has some understanding of some of Shenzhou's tactics and strategies.
If you know your enemy and yourself, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
So during his period of silence, he had been collecting information on the elite figures of the five major families.
Ye Wanlan's appearance was beyond his expectations, but since she was Lin Jiayan's daughter, it was reasonable. But Dylan had never seen or heard of this young white-haired man.
Penglai's magic saves the world, Beiming's magic destroys the world.
In terms of destructive power, Beiming magic is far superior to Penglai magic.
But not many people know that if Penglai magic and Beiming magic are performed together, the added power is definitely not one plus one equals two, but will be multiplied several times.
Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng looked at each other and attacked at the same time.
"boom!"
A huge roar of thunder sounded like a distant funeral knell, bringing people to the end of the eternal wilderness.
Dylan felt his eyes go dark, and his chest felt like it was hit viciously by a sledgehammer. All twenty-four ribs were trembling as if they were crushed.
"puff--"
Dylan opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Actually, this state might not be a bad thing." Hua Yingyue said expressionlessly, "At least I won't be covered in blood."
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Xie Linyuan shrugged: "This is the first time I agree with His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin so much."
"Hey!"
The long sword in Dylan's hand was inserted into the ground, which barely saved him from falling down, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker, almost nonexistent.
For humans, a lack of a few hundred milliliters of blood will not affect normal activities.
But for the Atlanteans who have always lived under the sea, every drop of blood is very important.
Once the person loses blood, he may fall into a severe coma and sleep for a hundred years.
In severe cases, the person may lose all strength, explode and die.
"Hoo ho..." Dylan gasped heavily, his fingers trembling as he raised them, covered with dark blue blood.
In the past seven hundred years, except for the time when he was training in the Temple of Poseidon, he had never suffered such a serious injury.
In their eyes, humans are always tiny, weak creatures that have not evolved fully.
China has been in decline for three hundred years and it is difficult to regain its former glory.
But these two Shenzhou people actually forced him to this point!
"You forced me to do this..." Dylan's eyes revealed a bit of cruelty and viciousness, "You don't really think you can kill me with Penglai magic and Beiming magic? Dream on!"
Even if he dies, he will drag Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng down with him!
"Roar--!"
Dylan raised his head suddenly and let out a long howl.
"Buzz!"
The air shook violently, and at this moment, Dylan's aura was surging.
Ye Wanlan's eyes were stern: "God-given bloodline!"
Kang Mufeng said that the Atlanteans with divine bloodline would, at the cost of their lives, burst out with a power a hundred times stronger than their own at the critical moment of life and death.
But the person who could force the Atlanteans to this point has not appeared for a long, long time.
After all, even Dylan himself had not expected that he, a 700-year-old Atlantean, would end up committing the act of dying together.
"Alan! Xiaoyan!"
At such a critical moment, Zhu Qingxian and Kang Mufeng actually arrived!
When they saw Dylan, their expressions changed.
It was Dylan?!
"Zhu Qing Xian?" Dylan also saw the two of them. He grinned, with blood constantly flowing down the corners of his mouth. "I actually forgot about you. No wonder Lin Jiayan's daughter is still alive today."
In their plan, Ye Wanlan should not have been born.
"But, that's all—" (End of this chapter)