Chapter 101: Feigning Death

  Zhang Heng was originally just watching from the side with a mentality of watching a good show, but he didn't expect that Miss He Yixiu would suddenly pull him out.

  According to plan, Zhang Heng was indeed going to join forces with the monks of Dugu Sky City and then enter the Blood Kill Temple. At a critical moment, he might gain some benefits.

  Nan Ming's cold eyes swept over Zhang Heng and he said to He Yixiu, "A piece of trash in the Refining Qi stage, let Nan take care of him first."

  At this point, Nan Ming's figure suddenly flashed and flew quickly to Zhang Heng's position, with a faint blue light flowing in his hand, as if he had made several moves.

  "This Nanming's strength is absolutely top-notch among the cave-dwelling cultivators. Why not join forces with this mysterious girl? If Nanming underestimates himself, there's a good chance to take him down unexpectedly."

  In an instant, Zhang Heng stood still in mid-air, neither dodging nor yielding.

  Nan Ming saw Zhang Heng's actions, his heart moved, the blue light between his palms surged stronger, his eyes staring at Zhang Heng's expression.

  In his heart, he secretly sighed that Nan Ming was not a completely arrogant person, and there were also a few parts of caution in his heart.

  His palm opened wide, a silver glow covering its surface. Zhang Heng's eyes turned cold as he thrust his hand forward at high speed.

  A loud "Boom" echoed through the air as the two palms clashed, and both of them rapidly flew back dozens of meters.

  Nan Ming's body trembled slightly in mid-air before stabilizing its form.

  Whoosh! A gust of wind swept away in all directions.

  Among the mountains, there were still a few lingering echoes.

  "You're quite capable, but unfortunately we're not friends." Nan Ming's face was solemn, gazing at Zhang Heng not far away, his right arm hanging weakly.

  Zhang Heng also felt a slight sense of surprise, earlier this move, he had already used up all his physical strength, plus the four or five parts of fire attribute's Lian Yu Ling Qi, the opponent was empty-handed and received his palm, seemingly without any special reaction.

  He Yixiu flew over quickly from a short distance away, smiling lightly: "The Unparalleled Poison Demon is right, Tang Dao's strength far surpasses that of the same rank cultivators."

  Zhang Heng slightly felt surprised, listening to He Yixiu's words, and didn't seem to have much respect for the Wuji Poison Demon.

  Moreover, Zhang Heng felt that He Yixiu seemed to have a desire to prove his own strength.

  "Southern Ming, isn't your right arm injured?" He Yixiu's face, like a faintly visible jade, had a few threads of shallow smile, as if mocking Southern Ming's incompetence.

  Nan Ming also did not deny it, his voice dryly said: "It was my negligence...... However, you two want to kill me, that is impossible, I am not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator..."

  At this point, Nanming's feet trembled slightly, intending to leave this place.

  Even if he was arrogant, he wouldn't be stupid enough to go up against two cultivators who were comparable to the Foundation Establishment stage.

  "Tang Dao You, let's stop him!" He Yixiu shouted to Zhang Heng as her feet also condensed a faint escape light, chasing after Nan Ming.

  Zhang Heng's body was surrounded by a faint silver glow, and his speed increased slightly, but in his heart, he didn't hold much hope.

  In mid-air combat, there are indeed too many directions to escape. For two people to chase and kill someone whose strength is not far apart from theirs, it's really not easy.

  At this moment, a cold voice of a woman came from the front: "Brother Nanming, let me help you with one arm!"

  Nan Ming, who was running away, saw the woman in front of him and was overjoyed. He exclaimed: "Sister, you've come just in time!"

  Zhang Heng couldn't help but feel a headache as he looked at the woman in front of him, who was none other than Mu Xuan, with whom he had sparred just the other day.

  This woman has a gift of foresight that is hard to deal with.

  At this moment, Mu Xuan's strength had actually reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Zhang Heng thought to himself, how many people in this cave would have reached the Foundation Establishment stage? Just from what he could see, there were already three.

  "Mu Shi Mei, you deal with that woman, and he's mine."

  Nan Ming's eyes burned with intense fighting spirit as he handed over a sentence to Mu Xuan before rushing towards Zhang Heng.

  Zhang Heng was secretly frustrated. Originally a 2v1 situation, it had unexpectedly turned into a 2v2, which was really depressing.

  The two women in the distance had already engaged in combat, but Zhang Heng and Nan Ming did not immediately take action, and both sides just stood there quietly.

  Nan Ming's right hand was injured when he clashed with Zhang Heng just now, and it is still drooping, but this seems to have little effect on him.

  "In the Bi Xue Xiang Yun Sect, I, Nan Ming, had almost no opponents at the same level. Now that I'm one stage higher than you, I've ended up being disadvantaged in your hands, which is a shame for me, Nan Ming, for my entire life."

  The southern sea was extremely calm and quiet, staring at Zhang Heng's every move without moving.

  Zhang Heng sneered: "What same stage no enemy, I can easily kill you this foundation period cultivator right now."

  "You don't need to deliberately provoke me, in front of a true opponent, Nan Ming has never lost his composure."

  Nan Ming's expression didn't change, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

  Zhang Heng thought that although Nan Ming appeared arrogant on the surface, he was not as simple as others imagined in his heart.

  "Boom! Boom!" The two women in the distance, the sound of their spells colliding with each other kept coming, and the air was still filled with the continuous explosive sounds of spiritual instruments clashing.

  After reaching the foundation period, cultivators can let their spiritual roots attack on their own while casting spells.

  "Let's do it." Zhang Heng's figure suddenly disappeared from his original location, rushing towards Nan Ming at high speed, with several silver blades flashing out between his palms, and the air emitted a fierce friction sound.

  Nan Ming, however, was not to be underestimated. He swiftly retreated and with a light wave of his hand, the air around him was instantly stirred up, forming a cyan storm.

  "Hiss—-" Two silver blades cut through the azure storm, directly attacking Nanming, but their speed had slowed down.

  Nan Ming's body shape shifted again, and the spiritual decisions in his hand were continuously struck out. The blue windstorm in the void continued to rotate, and finally formed a large blue net.

  Whoa! This azure net unfolded, covering an area of over a dozen square meters, rapidly enveloping Zhang Heng.

  Zhang Heng somehow made it happen, and a silver flame burst out of his hand, landing on the blue net with a "whoosh".

  The entire web was instantly covered in silver flames and was consumed in an instant.

  Zhang Heng was satisfied in his heart, this was still the first time he used Silver Flame to deal with an enemy, and the effect was not bad.

  Nan Ming's face changed greatly, he hadn't expected that his own prepared magic would be broken by the opponent like this.

  His body moved away from Zhang Heng once again, and Nan Ming's mouth opened wide. A bead that was burning with a blue flame was thus sacrificed by him.

  "This is my treasured spiritual artifact, the Azure Snow Essence Pearl. Fellow Taoist, bring out your own spiritual artifact."

  Nan Ming controlled the bead with one hand while speaking to Zhang Heng with the other.

  Zhang Heng couldn't help but laugh at this. The two people from the Bi Xue Xiang Yun Sect were really interesting, every time they took out their own spiritual instruments, they would warn each other to be prepared.

  Whoosh! The "Bixue Liuyan Pearl" flew to Zhang Heng's upper side in the blink of an eye, and its surroundings rose with waves of blue flames.

  As soon as he saw this flame, Zhang Heng felt a faint sense of crisis in his heart.

  "Hmph!" Zhang Heng's silver flames grew even more intense. After all, his opponent was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the flames emitted by the top-grade spiritual artifact were not to be underestimated.

  The Bi Xue Liu Yan Zhu suddenly shook violently, and hundreds of green flames formed a surrounding net, slowly closing in on Zhang Heng.

  Zhang Heng's body instantly condensed a layer of silver light, and the silver flames between his palms rose to half a foot high, as he flew towards the outer edge of the surrounding net.

  Nan Ming, standing in the distance, let out a cold hum and rapidly threw out his spiritual seal, causing the emerald flames that made up the surrounding net to become even more dense.

  "Puff puff——" A blue flame fell onto Zhang Heng's body, which was enveloped in a silver glow, and began to burn rapidly.

  Zhang Heng suddenly felt a numbness in his body, and the surface of his skin began to condense into a layer of silver frost.

  What's even more frightening is that the blue flame and the Refining Void Spirit Qi are actually evenly matched, not falling behind in any way. In terms of level, it's clearly one grade higher than the Refining Void Spirit Qi. If it weren't for the fact that their attributes counter each other, the Refining Void Spirit Qi would probably have already been defeated by the opponent.

  Although the silver flame on Zhang Heng's palm could restrain these cyan flames, facing such a massive amount of cyan flames, he could only temporarily break open a gap, but it would soon be filled up by Nan Ming.

  In a short while, Zhang Heng's entire body was enveloped in emerald flames, and layer upon layer of frost condensed on the surface of his skin.

  Nanming, standing in the distance, did not show any joy. After reaching the foundation period, he was able to exert the full power of this top-grade spiritual instrument, which was also related to his cultivation method.

  Moreover, these blue flames are a kind of non-orthodox and non-magical flame, with extremely terrifying properties. If a cultivator of the same rank comes into contact with it even slightly, they will quickly be invaded by the flames and lose their vitality in just a few breaths.

  The frost that had condensed on Zhang Heng's body surface quickly turned into transparent ice crystals, and in a flash, his entire body plummeted to the ground like an ice sculpture.

  "Heh heh, might as well take advantage of the situation and slip away......" Zhang Heng's mind immediately snapped into focus, but he didn't use his defensive spiritual device or too much silver flame, instead letting his body plummet towards the ground.

  "Bang!" Zhang Heng's body fell to the ground and shattered into countless fragments of ice crystals.

  "Dead?" Nanming, standing still in the void, was also stunned.