Chapter 56: The little devil controls his desires, and his martial arts skills are revealed in the battle against Nalan

Xiaofeng Island.

Nalanzhi threw the two men down like dead dogs and took off her blood-stained coat.

She was very tall, about 1.80 meters, with long hair tied into a ponytail with a jade ring in the middle. She had slender legs and a long bandage wrapped from the middle of her finger to her elbow, which exuded a spiritual light and must be a magic weapon.

She took off her coat, revealing her slightly disappointing upper body. She was wearing a white top underneath, revealing half of her upper arm. There was a plum-red mark on her right shoulder. She was wearing tight trousers that outlined her curves and made her legs look longer.

Erlong Island? Dongquan? Where did this dragon from? I only heard that there was some unusual movement, but I didn't expect the flag on the top of the city to change!
Nalan Zhi was secretly calculating in her mind, looking at the two people on the ground still twisting their bodies away from her, she tiptoed and stomped on them like thunder and broke their leg bones, and there was continuous screaming for a while.

Sure, I'm alone and have important things to do.

Thinking of this, a trace of solemnity flashed across Nalan Zhi's face, and she was a little hesitant about whether to leave or stay.

"Nalan Island Master is so majestic!"

Just as the struggle between heaven and man was in progress, an indifferent voice was heard, and the formation that had been set up was broken silently. The door of the island owner's mansion was kicked open with a bang, and two rows of people walked in one after another, forming a line in the shape of a goose feather, extending to not far from Nalan Zhi, and finally a figure came out.

The figure was wearing a red robe, with a blood-red sword on his waist. His face was stern, and most of his long hair was tied up, leaving only a small strand hanging down from the side of his eyes. His wild and evil aura made Nalan Zhi hold her breath.

Looking at the man in front of her, Nalan Zhi couldn't help but look him up and down. When her eyes swept over the evil long sword, she suddenly felt as if a huge sea of ​​blood was rolling over. Even her consciousness seemed to be covered with a layer of blood. Her heart was horrified, knowing that a powerful enemy was coming.

Just like the villain in the story, Dongquan was also somewhat helpless. Although the people under his command were very powerful, they were all ugly, ferocious, and their actions were evil.

Look at Nalan Zhi again, she is tall and beautiful, she looks like an innocent girl besieged by evil people. If a fight breaks out and she is at a disadvantage, there is a chance that the righteous protagonist hiding somewhere will come out to save her and create a beautiful story.

This little idea plus the demon in the heart of Taoism is quite feasible!
But Dongquan's mind was not on Nalanzhi at this time, but on his lackeys one by one.

They all looked arrogant and excited, gathered around Dongquan, looking loyal to their master.

This is an experiment, an experiment about emotions and the mind.

Previously, Dongquan took the opportunity to establish rewards and punishments, set rules, and win people's hearts. He used a series of knocks and beatings, and kept spying on everyone's thoughts. He also used the skills of rhetoric to make their moods fluctuate with Dongquan's words, ups and downs, and used this ups and downs to find their mental flaws. He also used the demon in the Three Corpses Brain Pill they took as an inducement, and finally aroused their emotions, making them look so excited and loyal now.

Dongquan doesn't need their loyalty. A bunch of demons cannot be said to be loyal. What he needs are their emotional samples so that he can master the means to control their emotions.

Fortunately, Dongquan was quite satisfied with the result. The combination of small thoughts, the devil, rhetoric and psychology had already imprinted a trace of loyalty into everyone's mind. Through the devil in the poison pill, the host's mind was subtly changed.

This does have some meaning of planting a demon in one's heart. By deducing a little from this, perhaps one can discover one or two wonders of the demon.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Dongquan looked up at Nalan Zhi. At this moment, she was standing with her fists clenched, looking extremely defensive.

"Are you Nalanzhi?" Dongquan waved his blood-red robe, and He Jin, who already knew his habits, stepped forward and actually took out a black throne from his storage bag. Judging from its quality, it should have been newly cast.

"My Lord, please take a seat!"

Dongquan looked at him in surprise, thinking that this kid with thick eyebrows and big eyes would give him a wide and bright path to walk on.

Dongquan sat down, supporting his chin with one hand and tapping the armrest with the other hand. Compared with Nalanzhi who was standing, he looked like the master of the house. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was the owner of Xiaofeng Island.

"Are you Dongquan?" Nalanzhi remained unmoved, staring at Dongquan like a beast ready to pounce.

"Yes, I heard that you injured my men, so I came here to ask for an explanation."

After these words came out, Song Jing beside him lowered his head slightly, and Nalan Zhi was also a little angry. She laughed in anger and said, "What a good explanation. He and his group came to invade my Xiaofeng Island. I didn't resist. Do you want me to surrender?"

"That's right." Dongquan's fingers tapped faster and faster.

Hearing this, Nalan Zhi became angry again. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a chill in her heart.

Something is wrong. Why am I so anxious and irritable today?
Nalan Zhi hurried to calm herself down, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted by Dongquan's fingers tapping up and down.

Again and again, the rhythm of the knocking gradually coincided with her heartbeat. No, it should be her heartbeat that beat along with the knocking sound.

It was getting faster and faster. Nalan Zhi felt a little dizzy for a moment, and a breath of air was stuck in her chest.

Nalan Zhi knew something was wrong and did not dare to be negligent. She used her magic power and bit her tongue hard.

puff!
A mouthful of blood mixed with a small piece of tongue spit out, and a sharp pain came. Nalan Zhi regained a little clarity, broke free, and gasped for breath.

"What a cruel woman, what a hard heart." Dongquan looked at the bloody body, then at his own foundation-building practitioner who had fainted from the pain behind Nalan Zhi, and couldn't help but clap his hands.

This woman is cruel to others and to herself, and she is someone who can accomplish things.

He stood up and said to Nalan Zhi, whose chest was heaving, "How about it, are you interested in working with me? Your character is much better than those crooked people under me."

"Pooh!"

Nalan Zhi spat coldly, tapped her feet repeatedly, and with the force of wind and thunder, she leaped several meters and punched Dongquan directly in the chest.

"Take my punch first!"

"That's right, that's right. No matter what, we demon cultivators still have to speak with our fists." Facing the fist with the sound of wind and thunder, Dongquan nodded calmly.

With his palm horizontally blocking the fist, Dongquan simultaneously blocked and struck, turning Nalanzhi's fist force into invisible.

Nalan Zhi was not someone to be trifled with either. He started boxing and then hundreds of punches came his way.

Dongquan wanted to observe her strength and took all the attacks, but Nalan Zhi was like a madman, punching non-stop, her spine was like a little dragon, moving and twisting, her feet kept stepping, her strength came from the ground, her power came from her fists. For a moment, there were continuous thunders, and Nalan Zhi's figure was everywhere in the air, as if there were thousands of people besieging her.

Dongquan became happier and happier as the fight went on. Since coming to this world, he has become extremely powerful and often displayed magical powers such as divine light. Such martial arts techniques have not been seen for a long time.

A strong wind arose on the battlefield between the two men, mixed with the sound of fists hitting each other, like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, and bursts of thunder in the sky.

boom!
Nalan Zhi's figure soared into the sky and leaped above a hundred feet. Her body was glowing with white light, which gradually condensed into her right fist. It was as if she was holding a ball of light, and from top to bottom, like a mad soldier wielding a sword to stab the earth, she smashed it down fiercely.

Dongquan raised his head, raised his right hand, a faint flash of blood light, and punched out.

When the two fists connected, there was endless blood and boundless sword energy flying and sweeping across, like a sword storm. The storm exploded, blowing the spectators away to death. When the sword energy fell on the body, there was another burst of ghosts howling.

When the smoke and dust settled, the island owner's mansion had become a ruin. People were scattered all over the place, holding either protective treasures or protective spells.

Dongquan looked at the figure in front of him:

"Gengjin Qi?"

(End of this chapter)