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Chapter 259 There are still three seconds!

"Run, let me see how far you can run."

The man in gray-blue clothes who could cast the barrier sneered and said to Yang Hui.

The strength of the man in gray-blue clothes is now at its peak. What's more, the order given by Feng Mo Valley this time is very simple, not to capture him alive, but to kill him directly.

It is obviously much easier to kill a person than to capture him alive. Moreover, the strength of Yang Hui in front of him is only level 4. Killing him is no different from killing an ant.

After killing Yang Hui, the two of them naturally had a lot of time to chase Jing Lanqing and others.

Seeing the three people leaving, Yang Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Now, as long as he delays as much time as possible, it will be fine.

This place is about one mile away from Dikun City and Tiangan City, and one mile is five hundred meters.

I had just covered the bodies of the three of them with a layer of Mountain-Shaking Soul. With the assistance of this layer of Mountain-Shaking Soul, the distance of 500 meters would take twenty seconds if the three of them tried their best.

For such a short distance, two seconds would be enough for these two seventh-level masters. From Dikun City to Tiangan City, it would take four seconds.

Yang Hui looked at the two seventh-level masters in front of him. In other words, he had to delay at least sixteen seconds in the hands of these two people to ensure that Jing Lanqing and the others could enter the city smoothly.

Apart from this, of course there are other ways. That is to ask the guards of Dikun City to arrest the two monks.

But these two monks are not stupid. How could they annoy the guards here for no reason? Yang Hui shook his head and could only put this idea aside for the time being.

But stalling for twenty seconds in the hands of two seventh-level masters was obviously not an easy task.

No, it’s not that it’s not easy, but it’s quite difficult!

Yang Hui had to do it, and even had to do it.

Because if anything goes wrong, the lives of Jing Lanqing and the others will be at risk.

The speed of life and death.

In the first second, the ice sword in Yang Hui's hand shattered, forming a huge ice mist.

The ice fog covered a distance of ten meters in an instant.

The two monks did not move.

In the second second, Yang Hui used his fastest speed to condense an ice sculpture similar to himself in the ice mist.

However, under the control of Yang Hui, this ice sculpture learned its own movements and continued to move. A layer of infinite mimic formation also covered the ice sculpture.

At this moment, the two monks also started to take action.

However, the monk in gray and blue clothes did not release the barrier this time. There is no need to use a dagger to kill a chicken. To deal with Yang Hui, there is no need to use the barrier himself.

Seeing Yang Hui's ice mist dispersing, the man immediately thought that Yang Hui had used this trick in his own barrier before.

"Hmph! The old trick is repeated!"

"Wind dust and sand!"

Before the monk in gray and blue clothes could make a move, another man next to him blew the icy mist towards the sun in one breath.

But now only three seconds have passed.

A hurricane blew towards the sunny ice mist, and the ice sculptures condensed in the ice mist were almost blown away.

After the hurricane, Yang Hui's ice mist was naturally blown away. But at this moment, Yang Hui's figure also disappeared.

Seeing the retreating ice sculpture, the monk in gray and blue clothes shot a black light arrow towards the ice sculpture.

"Bang--"

The ice sculpture that Yang Hui condensed with his pupil power shattered at the sound.

"Fuck! It's this move again!"

Just as the two were looking for traces of Yang Hui, they discovered that a group of ice mist was rising again two hundred meters away.

"Don't use Fengchenshamo later!"

The monk in gray and blue clothes immediately realized that Yang Hui must have used the force of the wind to fly towards Dikun City.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hui used the same trick again. This was a great humiliation for a seventh-level monk.

The two seventh-level monks flew toward Yang Hui again, but now only eight seconds had passed.

At the ninth second, two seventh-level monks had arrived next to Yang Hui's ice mist again.

"Boy, your death has come!"

The monk in gray-blue clothes obviously has stronger soul perception. He can also clearly feel the sun shining around in the ice mist, trying to avoid his attack.

But this time the man in gray-blue clothes obviously didn't intend to use a single attack, but a range attack.

Yang Hui's aura moves very quickly in the ice mist. If Yang Hui escapes during a single attack, he will be embarrassed again.

What's more, his strength is much higher than that of Yang Hui. Even with a range attack, he can directly kill a fourth-level monk.

"Eye Technique·Thunder Light Pillar!"

The monk in gray and blue clothes shouted loudly, and saw four pillars of light suddenly appearing in the monk's eyes. And these four pillars of light instantly pierced into the four corners of the Yanghui Ice Mist.

When the light pillars stood at the four corners of the ice mist, a large amount of thunder and lightning power suddenly formed between the four thunder pillars, completely enveloping the Yanghui ice mist in an instant.

At the eleventh second, there was only a "Zila" sound, and the entire ice fog space was completely turned into a sea of ​​thunder by the lightning beam.

Not only the ice mist in the thunder sea, but also everything in the thunder sea was completely penetrated by lightning, and the big trees and the land instantly turned into charred black.

Obviously, if there were any living people here, there would be no way for them to survive if so many lightning attacks continued.

But after the ice mist dissipated, the face of the monk in gray and blue clothes was so cold that water almost dripped from his face.

Because, in this mass of ice mist, the aura of Yanghui I felt just now was also fake.

In other words, I was deceived three times by Yang Hui using the same trick!

Falling into the trap again and again, and falling for such a childish deceit, has already made the monk in gray and blue clothes furious.

"Damn it! If I want to find him, I must cut him into pieces!"

It is already the twelfth second, and there are still four seconds left for Jing Lanqing and the others to safely enter Tiangan City.

It can be said that Yang Hui tried his best just now. When his ice mist was blown away by the wind, dust and sand for the first time, he used the cloud heart earth soul to transform himself into cloud gas.

After being blown here by the wind, dust and sand, Yang Hui did not stop here, although he arranged ice mist and infinite pseudo-formation.

Instead, when the monk in gray and blue clothes cast the lightning beam just now, under the cover of Yunxin Earth Soul, he continued to move towards Dikun City.

Thirteen seconds later, Yang Hui felt that the two monks behind him were chasing him from the same place just now.

And now he is only less than fifty meters away from Dikun City.

In other words, if Yang Hui continues to use all his strength and rushes towards Dikun City, then Yang Hui will be safe.

But Yang Hui couldn't do this. Sixteen seconds had not passed, and Jing Lanqing and the others were not completely safe yet.

Therefore, Yang Hui must completely win these three seconds for them.

But seeing the two monks rushing in front of him, Yang Hui might not be able to hold on for three seconds.

Although Yang Hui could not last three seconds, if the two monks attacked Dikun City within three seconds, then the guards guarding the city would naturally come to hunt them down.
Chapter completed!
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