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    After breathing for a few seconds, Nangong Qiong stood up again.  He was still holding his abdomen, but the pain on his face was no longer so obvious. It seemed that the severe pain in his abdomen was beginning to lessen.  However, while the pain subsided, his hatred for Yang Jian did not weaken, and he continued to stare at Yang Jian with murderous eyes.  He gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Jian, do you know? I broke through to the realm of Anjin when I was twenty-five years old. Since then, no one of my age has been able to hit me, and no one can make me touch my back.  You set two precedents for me today, do you know what I want to do now?" When he said the last sentence, Nangong Qiong was shouting at the top of his lungs.  Yang Jian could hear his anger.  But what does his anger have to do with Yang Jian?  Will Yang Jian feel uncomfortable because of his anger?  Yang Jian said nonchalantly: "I know what you want to do, it's nothing more than to teach me a lesson and then kill me. I agree with what Liu Yuan just said. Strength is achieved by fighting. If you don't like it, just do it. Don't talk so much.  " "I do as you wish!" Nangong Qiong roared angrily and rushed forward like a madman.  His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes like spider webs, filled with only madness and violence.  "Bang!" When Nangong Qiong rushed in front of Yang Jian and was only more than one meter away from Yang Jian, Nangong Qiong's right foot suddenly stepped down, breaking the floor tiles into pieces and leaving an inch deep in the concrete under the floor tiles.  footprints.  Around the footprints, zigzag cracks spread like lightning.  The moment he landed, Nangong Qiong borrowed force from the ground again, and used the force of the knife in his right hand to chop Huashan, slashing at Yang Jian's neck at a 45-degree angle.  Just by looking at the power of Nangong Qiong's landing kick, Yang Jian can roughly guess the power of his palm sword. This is just like a person in mid-air who cannot exert force flexibly, and a master has to borrow force from the ground to exert it.  Show true strength.  The greater the destructive power of Nangong Qiong to the ground, the more terrifying his attack power is.  Yang Jian couldn't help but admired: "At the age of twenty-eight, you can achieve such achievements in the ancestral star of the Age of Dharma. You are indeed a genius. Even if you practice national martial arts instead of ancient martial arts, you are enough to be proud of the others.  , It¡¯s a pity that you met me.¡± Almost the moment Nangong Qiong¡¯s right foot touched the ground, Yang Jian slipped behind Nangong Qiong like a loach.  When Nangong Qiong's palm knife struck out and cut through the air, Yang Jian had already raised his right hand high and held Nangong Qiong's back collar.  He suddenly lifted Nangong Qiong up and said: "The real battle is not a pure battle of strength, but an all-round comparison of speed, strength, reaction, skills, and experience! So what if your strength is stronger than mine now?  Combat experience is your absolute weakness!" Yang Jian threw Nangong Qiong away hard.  Nangong Qiong drew a beautiful arc, hit the ceiling of the corridor hard, and then landed on the ground.  When Yang Jian looked at him again, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.  Seeing their boss being beaten, the killers in Purgatory looked at Yang Jian in panic, but still no one took action.  Yang Jian lightly snapped his fingers, and a flame burst out from the tip of his right index finger.  "When I first learned that you were a master in the Gangjin realm, I thought I could have a good time today. Who knew that you were just a flower growing up in a greenhouse. Although you have strength, you have no combat experience at all. If you could be a little richer  With some combat experience, it won¡¯t be easy for me to win today.¡± After saying that, Yang Jian shot out the flame and prepared to end it.  "Attack me!" At this moment, Nangong Qiong suddenly gave an order, and the purgatory killers behind who had not made a move for a long time immediately took out daggers of different colors and sizes, and some took out poisonous needles.  Attacking Yang Jian at the same time, the flames fired by Yang Jian were extinguished instantly.  Yang Jian was slightly stunned.  He just thought that these killers had been beaten because of Nangong Qiong, and they were afraid.  But when Nangong Qiong gave the order, they attacked desperately.  It seems that the power accumulated by Nangong Qiong is not ordinary.  "But the attacks of many purgatory killers are nothing to Yang Jian.  Yang Jian clapped his palm hard in the air and blocked the flying daggers with the wind of his palm.  He said with great interest: "Nangong Qiong, I understand. In addition to practicing, you basically spend your time training killers and researching ways to control killers, right? No wonder your actual combat experience is so poor.  There is not enough time." "So what?" Nangong Qiong wiped away the nosebleed and stood up and said, "The Overlord of Western Chu once said that no matter how good one is in personal martial arts,?, you are only the enemy of one person, if you want to learn, you can be the enemy of ten thousand people!  I command thousands of troops to attack and kill you, no matter how strong you are.  " Yang Jian smiled and said nothing. Because the battle situation has basically been decided. Now even the most powerful Nangong Qiong in Purgatory is not Yang Jian's opponent, and the Purgatory killers behind Nangong Qiong are only more than a hundred people, and their strength is not  It is basically the realm of darkness. Although when the number of people reaches a certain level, it is true that the human sea tactic can be used to kill stronger people, but the current purgatory obviously does not have this numerical advantage. When Yang Jian was about to kill Nangong Qiong, he heard Liu Yuan.  He walked up and said, "Yang Jian, kill him quickly and stop talking nonsense with him.  " The captain of Dragon Soul also came up and said, "Yang Jian, let's do it. Everyone in Dragon Soul is seriously injured and urgently needs treatment.  Let's quickly settle things here and then go back to rest.  " Yang Jian nodded. " Boom!  " At this moment, Yang Jian heard a deafening loud noise, and then saw soft moonlight shining down from above. He looked up and saw that the originally thick ceiling had disappeared, and the bright moon and the sky were full of stars.  They all hung above his head. The moment the ceiling disappeared, the surrounding walls collapsed one by one, and the smoke and dust finally subsided. No, he was not the only one surrounded.  Everyone with Dragon Soul. Nangong Qiong, who had a look of death on his face just now, suddenly said with a ferocious smile: "Yang Jian, did you just think that my men alone can't overwhelm you in numbers?  Yes, I admit that your view is correct, but what about now?  " With that said, Nangong Qiong made a "please" gesture, signaling Yang Jian to look around. Yang Jian looked along his hand and couldn't help but frown slightly. When Captain Dragon Soul, Liu Yuan, Huangfu Qingyue and others looked towards  When they were around, their faces changed even more. Liu Yuan said angrily: "Damn it, we didn't see the killers from Purgatory when we broke in. Where did these people come from?  " Huangfu Qingyue said dejectedly: "No way, fighting on someone else's home court is really not good for us. We are doomed.  "To be continued.  
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