Seeing the disciples of the Corpse-driven Sect die one by one, the gloomy voice finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a roar, an old man in an ancient costume showed up and rushed to the mercenaries.
"Now, Lu Zhan!"
Ding Ning's eyes brightened. He had been watching with folded arms, waiting for this moment. He took a step forward and rushed to the old man like an arrow.
"Bang!"
The sniper shot rang out, and Lu Zhan shot a bullet at the old man without hesitation.
The old man was indeed a strongman in the Real Martial Arts Realm. He was shot without any defense, but it didn't cause him any harm. Instead, he was surrounded by a layer of spiritual power, which blocked the bullet.
Although he blocked the bullet, he couldn't block Ding Ning's follow-up attack, so he had to take this blow.
"Crack!" The silver knife fiercely cut the old man's body, but it was blocked by an invisible spiritual power.
"You're so bold!"
The old man wasn't injured, but he was cut by Ding Ning as soon as he came up. Instantly, he became angry out of shame. He fiercely swung his sleeves, and a great force rushed to Ding Ning.
With a "puff", Ding Ning felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train. He flew backward without any resistance and fell heavily on the ground, creating a human-shaped pit.
"Go to hell!"
The old man followed him like a shadow. He touched the ground with the tip of his foot, jumped up like a roc spreading its wings, and rushed to Ding Ning.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Lu Zhan and others were anxious. They desperately shot at the old man with their sniper rifles, trying to stop his attack.
However, the old man was surrounded by a faint spiritual light, and he ignored the sniper bullets. He stretched out two skinny claws to grab Ding Ning's throat from above.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on Ding Ning's lips. He suddenly flashed and disappeared from where he was.
The old man was stunned, as if he didn't understand why Ding Ning disappeared so easily. When he was confused, a huge white rabbit suddenly appeared in front of him. It lay on the ground, curled up, and kicked hard with its two short and strong hind legs like springs …
"Rabbit Kicking Eagle!"
A look of disapproval appeared on the old man's face. Although the rabbit was unusually large and had appeared in a strange manner, he had an impenetrable spiritual energy protecting his body, so how could the rabbit cause any harm to him?
"Howl!"
But in the next moment, he knew he was wrong. The two seemingly harmless rabbit legs were actually stronger than the sharpest knife. With a pu sound, they easily broke through the spiritual energy protecting his body and easily pierced through his shoulder like a red-hot iron cutting through butter. This was after he felt something was wrong and forcefully twisted his body to avoid being hit in his vital organs. The pain caused him to let out a mournful scream. Even using all his strength, he quickly retreated and looked at the terrifying rabbit in horror.
"Eh?"
The old man covered his bloody left shoulder, and his expression kept changing. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but there was no terrifying rabbit on the ground. Only Ding Ning curled up his legs and made a posture of a rabbit kicking an eagle.
"Just now, I seem to have seen a rabbit, a very big rabbit. Did you see it?"
He was not the only one who was shocked. Wang Yang asked in the headset with some uncertainty.
"I seem to have seen it, too. Why did it suddenly become a boss?"
Cheng Hu also rubbed his eyes with a confused face, wondering if he had a hallucination.
"I saw it, too. Why did the rabbit suddenly become a boss?"
Peng Haitao opened his mouth wide and said incredulously.
"Xiahou, what's going on? What's going on?"
Lu Zhan believed that no one had a hallucination, so he asked in confusion.
"Ahem, I think the young master may have used some combat skills to confuse people's vision, so that we mistakenly thought we saw a rabbit."
Xia Hou was also puzzled. After thinking for a moment, he said with uncertainty.
"It must be so. The young master's combat skills are very strong. Boss, do you remember the combat skills the young master used to look like Buddha? I think the combat skills the young master is using now must be the kind that can mimic. "
Dao Zi smacked his lips and said with envy.
"Right, why didn't I think of it? Last time the young master came back from Yan Jing, it was said that he learned a set of martial arts that is very similar to the Five Animal Frolics, but many times more powerful than it. When he fights, he can give others the visual impact of a beast's attack."
Xiahou was refreshed, his eyes shining. Ding Ning had wanted to teach him, but he refused. The reason was that what he learned was a killing skill, so why should he turn into a beast's attack? But he did not expect that this martial arts skill, which he did not like, was so magical. He could not help regretting and secretly planned to pester the young master to teach him when he came back.
Ding Ning did not know that the attack launched by his rabbit minions to deceive others was mistakenly understood by them as the Barbarian Transformation. But this was better, and he did not have to rack his brains to think of a way to explain it.
The storage space was easy to explain. Although it was rare, it did exist in the ancient martial arts world. But it was hard to explain such a strange thing as the ability to store a rabbit minion.
"What martial arts skill is this?"
The old warrior from the Corpse-driven Sect stared at Ding Ning and asked with a face full of fear, his left shoulder pierced through.
As a warrior in the Real Martial Arts Realm, his protective spiritual power was more than several times stronger than that in the Sky Martial Arts Realm. Ding Ning's "martial arts skill" could break through his defense without any hindrance, so he could not help but feel afraid.
Ding Ning was actually very confused. He just thought that the situation of the battle just now was more suitable to use the Rabbit Kicking the Eagle, so he summoned the rabbit stealthily, but he did not expect to break the old warrior's defense. He only expected to kick the old warrior into the sky, so that he could take the opportunity to let Lu Zhan and others use the sniper rifles to consume his spiritual power. He did not expect that the rabbit minions were so powerful that they could directly hurt the old warrior.
How could Ding Ning give the old warrior time to recover when he was ill? How could Ding Ning give the old warrior time to recover? At this moment, he was as calm as a virgin and as agile as a fleeing rabbit. He jumped up like a carp without saying a word and leaped into the sky like an arrow leaving the bow. He stepped on the old warrior's head from above and shouted, "Why should I tell you my martial arts skill? Are you stupid?"
The old warrior blushed when he heard that. "Yes, they are enemies. How could I tell him what martial arts skill I used?"
But he had realized that the enemy in front of him could not be judged by common sense. The protective spiritual power he relied on to save his life had lost its effect, which made him feel scared. He did not dare to fight with Ding Ning anymore. He did not dare to be careless and hurriedly summoned the black-haired corpse puppet to protect him.
It was his fear of death that saved his life. Ding Ning's attack from above was originally derived from the rabbit's martial arts skill. When he was about to step on the old warrior's head, he suddenly released the rabbit stealthily again.
The two rabbit legs stabbed down like steel spears. If it was the old warrior who fought, this kick would be enough to nail him to the ground.
Unfortunately, the old man's heart was already filled with fear. He hurriedly pulled the black-haired corpse puppet to block the spear. As a result, this powerful and heavy foot stomped on the corpse puppet's shoulder, only causing it to fall to the ground. It didn't cause any damage.
Ding Ning, who put away the rabbit again and appeared, secretly felt pity. The old guy's reaction was too fast. If he was a little slower, the battle would have ended.
"Stop first, I have something to say!"
The old warrior did not command the black-haired corpse puppet to continue attacking. Instead, he shouted for Ding Ning to stop.
Ding Ning was not interested in fighting with a corpse puppet. This thing's fighting style was monotonous and not interesting. Its body was invulnerable and harder than steel. Fighting with it would only lead to a stalemate. It was a waste of time. Hearing this, he stopped and looked at the old warrior quietly. "Say, do you have any last words?"
At this moment, the battle on the field had come to an end. The mercenaries had all been killed or wounded. More than 30 people from the Corpse-driving Sect had come, but now there were only five or six left. They were helping their fellow disciples collect the corpses with sad faces. If the old warrior had not shouted for them to stop, they would have been killed.
"Alas! I'm Bi Lian, the head of the Corpse-driving Sect. I don't want to be your enemy. I just want to find the golden-haired corpse puppet of my sect. If you know where the golden-haired corpse puppet is, please tell me. I'll be very grateful. "
There was sadness in Bi Lian's eyes. Although the Corpse-driving Sect was not a big sect in the ancient martial world, it was a medium sect. But since Zhai Ying secretly took the golden-haired corpse puppet and died in Yan Jing, the masters in the sect died one after another.
This time, the Corpse-driving Sect turned out in full strength. Even the black-haired corpse puppet, the highest level, was dispatched. Only hundreds of ordinary disciples and a First Elder of the Real Martial Arts Realm were left in the sect. They thought they could finish the battle in one stroke, but they did not expect that more than half of them would die in the battle with the mercenaries. Now, even the head of the sect was seriously injured. Bi Lian had the intention to retreat, so his tone became soft.
"Hehe, I don't know what golden-haired corpse puppet is. I have never provoked your Corpse-driving Sect, but you don't let me go. Every time, you want to kill me. Now, seeing that you are in a disadvantageous position, you start to tell me that you don't want to be my enemy. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Ding Ning sneered and reprimanded them without giving them any face. He had already made up his mind to kill all the members of the Chasing Corpse Sect to prevent any future troubles. Moreover, these people had dared to kidnap Murong Yanran. Even if the Chasing Corpse Sect did not come looking for trouble with him, he would never let them off.
"I really don't want to be your enemy. We didn't know that Zhai Ying secretly took the golden-haired corpse puppet and left the sect. After that, we didn't want to make trouble for you. We just wanted to find out the whereabouts of the golden-haired corpse puppet. I can swear to God that I don't want to kill you."
Bi Lian's face turned red, but he had to admit defeat because of the situation.
"You don't want to kill me? If I didn't have some tricks, I'm afraid I would have become a dead soul in your hands. "
Ding Ning was not moved at all and said with a cold smile.
Bi Lian's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have to kill us all?"
"You provoked me first. If I let you go after you admit defeat, how can I live in the future?"
Ding Ning stood proudly with his hands clasped behind his back. In the distant gunfire, he was like the God of Slaughter in the dark, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
He did not believe that this old and cunning Bi Lian would meet him again after suffering a great loss. It was better to kill this threat in the cradle.
"Since you are so aggressive, don't blame me for fighting to the death with you!"
Bi Lian saw that Ding Ning did not want to let them go. His eyes turned cold and he shouted harshly.
"Come on if you can. I really want to see how you will fight to the death with me."
Ding Ning was secretly vigilant, but he said with a cold smile on his face.
"Baby, go and kill him!"
Bi Lian's eyes were gloomy. Green fire lit up in his pupils, and he was murmuring an ancient spell.
"Master, hurry up and stop him. This Bi Lian is a Spell Master. He is sacrificing those ownerless corpse puppets to increase the fighting capacity of the black-haired zombie."
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