Survival in the wasteland: I have a template for cultivating immortals

Chapter 107 A more uncomfortable rush

"They're all teammates, and I took you to find Sangbiao. It's good to use this water as travel expenses, oh no, if it's travel expenses, you have to give me a few more bottles."

Dissatisfied with words.

Along the way, his mouth was dry and his stomach was rumbling.

And this Ziyi only gave a bottle of Nongfu Haiquan and a piece of bread.

"Shh, someone!"

When Yan wanted to say something, Zi Yi stopped and interrupted in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Before Yan could react, two people walked up ahead.

"girl?"

Yan looked ahead, and saw two women in casual clothes walking slowly, and looked at them with murderous intent.

In the murderous intent, there is also a faint scarlet color.

"Be careful."

Seeing the killing intent on the two of them, Ziyi frowned, pulled Yan back a few steps.

"call out!"

Just at the right time, the Dao Dao picture came into Yan's mind again.

Two figures also appeared in the mind, one of them was holding a fan covered with thorns, swinging and attacking.

The other person was standing on his head, and at the same time, using his soft waist, he moved his feet forward, forming a bow shape on the ground, making his eyes widen quite a bit.

The scene behind him was filled with blood and flickering scarlet.

The screen flashed, and Yan returned to reality in an instant, back to the fallen temple.

At this time, a woman in front actually took out a green fan covered with spikes, opened it with a bang, and assumed an attacking posture.

"If she is good at fan, then the other one might be good at jujitsu."

After Yan saw the emerald green fan, he immediately recalled the extremely flexible woman in his mind, and it must be another person.

"Jiu-jitsu master? Then it's a little bit overpowering me."

After hearing this, Ziyi's face became serious.

For Yan, the prophet, Zi Yi believed quite a bit, and didn't pay much attention to it, and just stood in front of Yan.

"I will protect myself later, as long as I don't die."

"Shh!"

Just as Ziyi gave her instructions, the woman in front with the green fan jumped up and stabbed at her directly.

"drink!!"

Ziyi turned around to dodge, and incidentally slapped Yan behind her away.

After that, relying on the strength of the deep piercing of the soles of the feet, it exploded in an instant, turned around at an extremely fast speed and grabbed the hand holding the fan with a backhand, and then squeezed hard.

But this fan girl reacted equally quickly. When Ziyi strangled her wrist, she sent five fingers away, and the other hand quickly took the fan in the direction where the fan fell, and then swiped towards Ziyi's chest at a fierce speed. forward.

"!"

Ziyi raised her brows, stepped back quickly, retracted her arms, and clamped the thorn fan that was stabbing her chest fiercely with her elbows.

boom!
Judging by the strength, Ziyi seemed to want to shatter the fan with great force.

But what Zi Yi didn't expect was that the fan was made of who knows what kind of material. It was so powerful that it made her arm feel sore from the impact.

"Hey! Crack!"

The fan girl pulled the fan back.

"A beauty looks in the mirror!"

With a click, the fan opened again, and the fan girl raised one foot, leaning the fan lightly on her chest.

The reflective fan just reflected her appearance.

"Hiss, it really lives up to its name."

Yan behind him has been watching Ziyi's fight with this person.

When he saw the fan girl leaning against her chest with the fan handle, he was keenly aware of the slightest ripple-like shaking, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Eagle pecks!"

"Sweep left and right!"

She retracted her fan, stabbed Zi Yi in the head again, and stepped forward.

Seeing her getting close, Zi Yi was overjoyed, after all, close combat was her advantage for her!
But what made Ziyi's thoughts come to nothing was that the fan girl took two steps forward, and the distance between the two was just within the attack range of her fan, which made Ziyi, who had short hands, extremely aggrieved when fighting.

"Snapped!"

"Shh!"

The fan trembled, opened and closed, and the sharp sound of piercing the air was heard one after another, which was also mixed with the heavy sound of Ziyi's retreating steps.

"Oops, the hand is too short, it was pulled to death!"

Yan, who was behind him, looked at Ziyi who was facing the fan girl who could pull and get stuck in the attack distance, retreating steadily, with a worried brow.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Shh!"

this fan.
too strong!
After only a few tens of seconds of fighting, Zi Yi felt as if there were fan shadows all over the sky, attacking recklessly in front of her like a clone.

And he can only passively defend himself.

Soon, many scratched blood marks appeared on Ziyi's arms, and there was a tear that was tens of centimeters long on her clothes.

This is the consequence of Ziyi hiding back when she reacted quickly.

Otherwise, it's not just the clothes that are torn, but the skin.

The woman in front of her is obviously a master of the fan, and she swings it unreasonably, every time she strikes Ziyi's chest and face, which are the most important parts of women.

"Drink! Drink!"

Zi Yi managed to find a gap in this man's fierce attack, and punched Fan Zimei directly in the abdomen.

"puff!"

What made Ziyi feel a little relieved was that.

This person's attack speed is so fast, and his attack is also very high, but his physical body is much weaker.

Looking at the fan girl who was flying backwards, dragging half an arc of blood, weakly fell to the ground, and the fan in her hand seemed to be falling, Zi Yi immediately went over and kicked the fan to Yan's side.

Yan also understood the current situation, so he quickly picked up the fan.

"ah!"

Ziyi took advantage of the situation and rushed to the fan girl who fell to the ground.

But on the other side, the other person who had been watching the two of them fight moved at this moment.

She slid over in two or three steps, approaching Ziyi.

How could Zi Yi not worry about the person next door? Just when she started to move, Zi Yi swung her fist and hammer and bumped into him.

"Remember my name, I'm Yu Jing."

But the woman smiled evilly, and the scarlet light in her eyes shone brilliantly.

Then the waist was pressed to the ground at an extremely anti-human angle, and then he kicked his leg and hit Ziyi's chin.

"Damn it. This flexibility!"

Ziyi's chin vibrated from being kicked, and even her tongue was bleeding from her teeth. She stared horribly at the front while standing on one leg, while the other leg hung high around her neck.
Yu Jing!

"What white legs!"

Just when the situation was tense, an exclamation came from behind Zi Yi.

Yu Jing winked at Fan Zimei, who had calmed down, and then hooked her fingers at Ziyi who was in front of her provocatively.

Taking advantage of Yu Jing's provocation, the fan girl leapt past Zi Yi and rushed towards Yan.

"Yan! Be careful!"

Ziyi could barely react, but the fan girl was infinitely close to Yan.

"Yan? Is he the so-called prophet? Hehe, it doesn't matter, our Cuimo will treat him well!"

Yu Jing sneered, and when she got closer to Ziyi, her hands and feet were like tentacles, wrapping around Ziyi's waist in an instant.

After she had just fought with Cui Mo who was holding a fan, Yu Jing was very sure that this woman was characterized by remarkable strength.

And for those who need to control power, wrapping around the waist is the best solution.

It seemed that after the chin was kicked and the ears were shaking, Ziyi would not be able to react for a while, and was so easily clamped by Yu Jing's legs, and Yu Jing's arms on her chest were forcibly strangled by a pair of delicate arms. I really can't break free

"Hey, young lady, she's quite talented. Her waistline is even exposed. She's really enviable. She's not like me, who has so much fat on her belly."

Feeling the riding body, Yu Jing's eyes lit up, and then she whispered something in Ziyi's ear.

"let me go."

At this moment, her waist was clamped, her arms could not exert strength, Ziyi desperately stepped back, trying to shift Yu Jing's center of gravity with her, and fell to the ground, so that Ziyi still had a chance to break free.

But this Yu Jing seems to have known Ziyi's thoughts long ago. In the posture of clamping her waist, Yu Jing can use her arms to change the direction of Ziyi's struggle. She wobbles, but she just cannot fall, like a tumbler.

"It was so strong that it hurt me."

Feeling the power under her body, Yu Jing's face flushed slightly, her tight legs tightened even more, and her voice became trembling.

"Be stronger, be stronger, no matter what your strength is, I can still remove your strength!"

Yu Jing laughed loudly, then shook her body crazily, her arms and waist moved at some weird angle, making it more difficult for Ziyi to break free.

"Zi Yi!"

"Damn it, come at me if you have the ability!"

Yan, who was behind Ziyi, saw the two girls embrace him, and suddenly felt frantic in his heart.

But when a kick landed on his face, he finally dispelled the flame of desire in his heart.

"Little guy, give me the fan, and I promise I will take pity on you."

Cui Mo stretched out her slender jade finger and pointed to the emerald green fan in Yan's hand.

"You're dreaming! Where am I so young?"

Yan first yelled very hard.

But then his eyes blurred for a moment.

"Unless you hold me like she did."

Cui Mo: .
"Man, there really isn't a good one!"

Cui Mo, who was originally looking seductively, suddenly became full of murderous intent, took out a black fan in his hand, and attacked Yan.

"Oh my god, there's still a fan!"

But this time the fan was an ordinary fan, and it didn't have the spikes like the green fan.

"Damn! Why can't I put it back in the [backpack]!"

Yan wanted to put the fan back into his backpack, but found that [Cannot be stored] was always displayed, so he simply threw it back, and then took out his ancestral short knife.

"It seems that if I don't charge this time, I won't be able to! Let's charge!"

Yan Chaotian roared, and ran towards Cuimo with a heroic look.

"Humph!"

Cui Mo raised her fan and greeted her.

But when Yan rushed over, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The surrounding passage walls disappeared, replaced by patches of black mist.

And standing in the hazy black mist was a gray figure.

I saw that this figure was still holding a fan in his hand, and there were several dazzling red dots on the figure.

"This is...weakness?"

Although it's not clear what the situation is now, in this dark and misty scene, Yan seems to feel that the cells in his body have become more active, his facial features have become more acute, and he can see the weakness of this gray figure at a glance.

"Let's attack here!"

For some reason, the fire of desire in Yan Gang's heart suddenly dissipated, replaced by a clear mind, with only one pure purpose in his heart.

Attack the weak point and scatter the gray shadows!
I have never felt such pure words before, closing and opening my eyes, the dagger in my hand was cut out with a bang.

"Choice up."

"Sweep."

"Chop down."

"Its weak point is in the chest, back, and calves!"

Under the hazy influence of the black mist, Yan didn't realize what he was saying or thinking at all.

There are countless moves about short knives in his mind, combined with the defensive attack action of the gray shadow in front of him, and the weakness of the red light on his body, he made a series of reactions.

The knife is sharp and accurate!

There is no sloppiness in closing the knife!
puff!
After a crisp sound came, the gray shadow disappeared in front of Yan.

At the same time, the surrounding scenes came back like a tide again, restoring the scene at the Fallen Temple.

And standing in front of Yan was Cui Mo holding a fan.

"Huh? What's the situation?"

Cui Mo, who had always been on guard, looked at Yan who ran impulsively, and his eyes suddenly changed, as if he had become another person.

Another fighter who attacks fiercely, has no emotions, and is extremely calm!
"Shh!"

When he saw Cui Mo's face in front of him, Yan's face remained calm, and he swung the dagger in his hand, striking Cui Mo's chest.

"Hmph! Shameless little thief!"

Seeing Yan's first attack was her own chest, Cui Mo's body trembled in anger, and ripples appeared on her chest again and again, and the fan in her hand was placed horizontally in front of her, trying to block Xia Yan's attack.

But what Cui Mo didn't expect was that Yan seemed to have anticipated his block. Instead, he made a sliding shovel while charging forward. Relying on the back of the knife and his forward posture, he reached Cui Mo's back and slapped him hard. On Cui Mo's back.

Ka Ka Ka!
A burst of heartache came from Cui Mo's back, making her bend down subconsciously.

But the attack of these words did not stop at all. The next second after hitting the back, he locked her neck from behind Cui Mo, diverted his left foot from Cui Mo, and slammed his foot towards Cui Mo's left calf. Give her a pat on the back of the head.

"what!"

Cui Mo felt the pain of tearing from his left leg, and then his eyes went dark, and he hit the ground with his face, unconscious.

"Amount."

"Word!"

Hearing the sound of falling to the ground behind her, Ziyi turned her head in pain.

"Stop screaming, at most it will make him dizzy for a while, it's his blessing to be able to faint under our two hands."

Yu Jing still pressed Ziyi tightly for more than a minute.

Ziyi had no choice but to see Yu Jing holding her, but she didn't make any movements, and she didn't know what she was plotting.

If she wanted to kill herself, she could take out the dagger and insert it into her head the moment she grabbed it, killing herself.

"Wait a minute. Her eyes, scarlet?"

At this moment, Ziyi suddenly remembered that the eyes of the two people looking at her just now were extremely thick scarlet.

"That's it. Hey, let's serve our great Xie Fan!"

And Yu Jing above suddenly burst into scarlet light, quickly covering Ziyi.

"Snapped!"

But then there was a crisp sound, and the restraint on Ziyi's body suddenly dissipated.

Yu Jing, on the other hand, fell to the ground from Zi Yi's back.

"Hoohoo."

Ziyi was half kneeling on the ground, she was extremely exhausted after struggling for a long time.

Immediately when she looked up, she saw Yan who was sweating profusely, sitting on the ground was equally exhausted.

"This may be the most uncomfortable time for me to rush."

Yan gasped.

(End of this chapter)