Chapter 11: Ten Thousand Times of Pain ()

"You think I am a lamb, do you think your conspiracy has succeeded, do you think you will be able to eat me? Humph, you will never understand how powerful my power is. Do you three little shrimps want to deal with me?"

The power that Yang Yi has now burst out has reached the peak power of the third level of blood coagulation, but in terms of momentum, he can even vaguely compete with the fourth level of blood coagulation. His bloodline power has been refined by two drops of the fourth level of blood coagulation, and he has taken the Yuanqi Pill and the Fire Pill for several months in the mountains and forests to enhance the power of the bloodline. I don’t know how powerful it is.

The momentum that Yang Yi suddenly burst out shocked the three of them. The man with the folding fan looked gloomy and whispered: "Brother, second brother, this kid is already prepared, and his aura has actually reached the peak of the third level of blood coagulation, which is indeed a bit tricky. Humph, but the three of us will take action together, even the masters of the fourth level of blood coagulation will have to hold back. This kid doesn't know where the local buns came out, and he thinks that he will be invincible after practicing the third level of blood coagulation? Big brother, second brother, kill!"

The man with folding fan waved his hand and slapped a palm, and layers of green light appeared faintly from his palm. If you look closely, you can find that he was wearing a thin layer of gloves in his hand, and his palm was urging it with strong wind, which was extremely powerful.

And Yang Yi also had a feeling that the gloves on this man's hand were not that simple and he would never be able to get close to him.

"Hmph, the light of the Fluorescent Fire dares to shine? Body-binding technique, kill!"

Yang Yi pushed forward slightly, and a drop of blood immediately floated out of his fingers, as if it was burning, and disappeared in an instant.

This is the magic power activated by Yang Yishu. Every time he starts the magic, he must use blood to start. The higher the realm, the greater the power of the magic power activated with blood.

After the drop of blood disappeared in the void instantly, Yang Yi showed a grim smile on his face, and then he rushed towards the folding man like a whirlwind.

The man with folding fan tightened his whole body and felt a magical force in the void bound his body. Although he could still move, his speed was so slow and his reaction was so slow that he screamed in horror: "Ah... this is magic, this is the power of magic!"

The moment he shouted, Yang Yi had already approached his body, and slapped his chest with his palms and said, "I just realized now that it's too late, Humph, let's die!"

The man with folding fan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, and he flew backward like a kite with broken strings.

"Third brother, boy, you're looking for death!"

The eldest brother of the folding fan shouted loudly, and the second brother with a pale face also attacked Qi Yun. His palm wind was like lightning, and his speed was as fast as a whirlwind. His strength was far beyond the ordinary third level of blood coagulation.

"A little trick of carving and insects, body binding technique!"

Two drops of blood floated out of Yang Yi’s fingers in an instant, and two "hissing!" sounds disappeared into the void. At the same time, a powerful force brewed in the void.

The two men felt it instantly, and their speed instantly slowed down.

A look of surprise appeared on the eldest brother's face, but then a little greed appeared in his eyes.

"This kid really has magic. Second brother, use all his strength to catch this kid and let him spit out this magic. If there is magic in the future, the three of us will be safer, haha!"

The scarred man laughed loudly.

The pale-faced second brother could not hide his greed. They had already felt the power of the magic just now, and they could instantly restrain their movements, so that their power and speed were limited. Such magic was even stronger than ordinary advanced martial arts.

"Tornado Martial Arts!"

The pale-faced man flashed instantly, his speed doubled instantly, and he almost instantly broke free from Yang Yi's magical constraints.

Yang Yi didn't expect that the man would burst out with terrifying power in an instant, but it didn't matter. He smiled strangely on his face and snorted coldly: "You have martial arts, don't I? Let you see what real martial arts are?"

Yang Yi's whole body stopped instantly, and a hint of mocking appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Swish!"

In an instant, Yang Yi's figure turned into two, indeed two, exactly the same and cannot be distinguished.

"This... what kind of martial arts is this? How could there be such martial arts?"

The pale-faced man was shocked. He seemed to feel vaguely that what his third brother brought was not a lamb, but a hungry wolf.

"There is nothing impossible, Nine Palace Phantom, Kill!"

Both Yang Yi's figures activated instantly, with extremely fast speeds. They reached the pale man almost in one step, and a terrifying force exploded instantly.

A trace of despair appeared in the man's eyes. He had no way to distinguish the two Yang Yi. He gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength and rushed towards the figure on the right.

"ah……"

The man's head was instantly beaten to pieces, his brain was flowing all over the ground, and he was already dead and could not die any more.

Yang Yi stopped in a flash and sneered: "Idiot!"

Only Yang Yi knew in his heart that "Nine Palace Phantoms" is an immortal martial arts. Although he only understood a little bit of fur, he can only cast two phantoms at present. If he practiced to the highest level, he could cast ninety-nine eighty-one phantoms. At that time, no matter how powerful a person was, he could not tell.

One of the three people was dead. The scar-faced brother's eyes went from shock to fear, and his body was retreating faintly, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Swoosh!"

The scarred man withdrew ten feet away, turned around and flew away instantly, walking neatly without any hesitation, and he didn't care about the injured folding man.

The man with folding fan furiously said on the ground: "Bastard, you are ungrateful, you must die a good death!"

Yang Yi did not chase after him, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He reached out to take out the Yue Luo Bow from his back, instantly hit three long arrows, and said coldly: "I said, you all will die, three sons will kill you!"

Three long arrows instantly broke through the air. The scarred man could not resist the power of the three long arrows. He screamed in an instant, and then fell to the ground, motionless, and was already dead.

With Yang Yi's current power, he used the Yue Luo Bow and burst out with the power that was comparable to that of a master with the fourth level of blood coagulation. How could this scar-faced man block it?

Two of the three people were dead, leaving only the injured man with folding fan. Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly walked towards the man with folding fan.

The man with folding fan showed a hint of fear on his face. He lay on the ground and kept pushing backwards. He shouted, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you the Dragon Transformation Order, don't kill me!"

The man with folding fan reached out and took out the Dragon Transformation Order from his arms, threw it in front of Yang Yi, and made a crisp sound.

Yang Yi didn't even look at the token. His body became deserted, so he approached the man's body with a folding fan, grabbed the man's neck, and said coldly: "Who are you? Why did you have this Dragon Transformation Order?"

An undetectable strange color flashed in the man with folding fan's eyes, and then he whispered: "You promise not to kill me, I will tell you the origin of the Dragon Transformation Order and the identities of the three of us."

"Oh? You are still qualified to talk to me about the conditions. Now I will teach you what is a prisoner and what a prisoner should do!"

Yang Yi sneered and stepped on the man's leg with his feet.

The man's leg bone was instantly cut off by Yang Yi.

"ah……"

Such severe pain made the man suck in a cold air, and his face was twisted by the pain.

"I said, I said."

Yang Yi smiled on his face, then walked up to the man and said lightly: "Don't lie to me, otherwise you will suffer ten thousand times more than you did just now!"

"I dare not, absolutely not. In fact, we are the three monsters who change. This Dragon Transformation Order was obtained from the three of us ambushed the young master of Jinyang Mansion..."

The man's words shocked Yang Yi, but at this moment, a green light flashed in the man's hand and it instantly reached Yang Yi's throat. The speed was as fast as lightning, and even if Yang Yi wanted to flash it, it would be impossible.

"Hmph, I said, you will suffer ten thousand times more when you use tricks than now, the body-binding technique!"

There was a drop of blood on Yang Yi's hand, and then the blood disappeared. A body-binding technique was immediately activated, and a force of restraint instantly applied to the man who folded the fan. The speed of the man's hand immediately became extremely slow, just like a snail. Yang Yi easily avoided it without any effort.

"Swish!"

Some blue powder suddenly appeared from the man's hand. The powder fell to the ground and instantly corroded small pits on the ground. These were poisons with extremely strong toxicity. Once they hit Yang Yi, Yang Yi might die without a burial place.

Yang Yi's face suddenly became gloomy, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered coldly: "I said, if you play tricks, you will suffer ten thousand times more than just now!"
Chapter completed!