Unparalleled Martial God

When Nangong Ying heard this, he quickly used his true essence and condensed a wall to block. At the same time, he used his true essence to cover his entire body and pushed his defense to the extreme.    

"Clang!"    

Another throwing knife came flying over. It was just that its speed was slightly faster than before.    

"If I can't be faster, then I have more tricks and techniques!"    

Chu Yang muttered to himself, "The Great Thousand Leaves of Hands should be able to be used on this. The throwing knife is an arm, an arm that has shrunk to the limit."    

You think you can do it like this?    

Nangong Ying was cursing in his heart, but he was still cursing in his heart, at this time —    

Whoosh!    

This caused Nangong Ying to be scared stiff. His heart felt like it was about to explode, the ease that just appeared in his heart disappeared completely, and he thought in his heart: "He actually thinks that he can do it, is he even a human or not?"    

Clang!    

Defending against the wall in front of them, it was like a huge piece of metal, one of the ten throwing knives had pierced through the true essence wall, the other nine had exploded, instantly transforming into ninety leaves that danced like colorful butterflies, extremely beautiful yet deadly, instantly bypassing the true essence wall, drowning Nangong Ying.    

"Little sheep, you're going to kill your uncle!"    

Nangong Ying felt his soul leave his body. Fortunately, the power of these leaves had weakened by several times and could not even break through the true essence in his body. It was just that he was a little scared.    

Swoosh!    

Another throwing knife flew over. It was only one at first, but it became two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things. Numerous throwing knives suddenly appeared like a group of throwing knives.    

Without mentioning the others, Nangong Ying's heart suddenly skipped a beat again. His heart started pounding rapidly. If he could not resist it, then he would really die. To be killed in a spar with a junior was too funny.    

Swish!    

He quickly dodged and bellowed at the same time, "Little sheep, you little bastard! I'm reminding you once again that I'm your uncle! Don't be careless!"    

It was funny that the dignified Academy Master of the Coiling Dragon Martial School would act like this. However, none of the Martial Arts Academy disciples could laugh because the number of flying daggers was astounding: why were there so many of them suddenly, and why were they so mysterious?    

Although the power was not as frightening as what he saw, only the throwing knives were stuck in the wall of Quintessential Essence. The rest were extremely weak, but could it be that Chu Yang was afraid of killing the academy master and was deliberately holding back?    

But this was the truth!    

"It's just a bluff!"    

Nangong Ying had already calmed down, but he still managed to draw down the true energy in the air to block the attack in front of him.    

"Raise the roots and receive the leaves!"    

Accompanying Chu Yang's voice, with a swoosh sound, a flying knife flew out. Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, the flying knife drew a circle in the air and then one flying knife turned into ten flying knives. The ten flying knives seemed to turn into a group of flying knives.    

Boom!    

Even though only one knife had pierced through Nangong Ying's True Essence, forming three layers of defense, and he was sent flying by Nangong Ying's furious attack, he was frightened just now.    

"Little bastard, you are scaring me to death!"    

Nangong Ying could not help but curse, he had already been scared a few times, it was as if there was someone constantly holding a blade and cutting down on his neck, although every time he was about to cut down his head, it was always to scare people, but he had had enough of this kind of shock.    

After all, this kind of throwing knife really made one's heart palpitate. It was fine this time, but what about the next time? If it suddenly erupted, he, Nangong Ying, would die.    

"Little sheep, stop! Stop farting immediately! "    

Nangong Ying completely erupted and shot out, sending out a punch.    

Swish!    

Chu Yang dodged and said with a smile, "Uncle, you've agreed to let me go get Song Lie's head."    

"What if I don't agree?"    

Nangong Ying clenched his teeth, this little bastard treated his good intentions as nothing.    

"Uncle, let's continue!"