After traveling to the world of cultivation, it seems that I am still in college

Chapter 168 An Yurong vs. Wenren Huaiji (5)

Wenren Huaiji was really embarrassed at this moment, but he had to continue fighting, and if An Yurong made a mistake and fell, he could almost end the fight. He calmed himself and continued to attack An Yurong.

While An Yurong was still having fun, one of the clones grabbed her ankle. Wenren Huaiji took the opportunity to manipulate the other clones to kick the hand drum. Although An Yurong held it tightly, it was not enough to face Xuanyin Temple's leg strength. In order to prevent her wrist from being broken, she had to let go quickly. The hand drum was kicked away directly. An Yurong jumped up and tried to reach it, but she couldn't reach it.

Now she had no weapons. Although it was fun to step on a bald man, An Yurong was a little tired of it. She was too lazy to waste time with this big guy. This person could split into so many bodies without caring about his life, which showed that he still had a lot of spiritual power. Such a strong endurance would be very disadvantageous for An Yurong to fight a protracted war.

An Yurong made a prompt decision and took out a thin string. This was something that every Liuli Palace disciple had to practice when they first entered the sect, in order to better inject spiritual power into it. Such strings would become hard and sharp, and could train one's fingers. However, An Yurong did not intend to play it at this time. She only had this weapon left, so she immediately injected spiritual power into it and swung it like a whip.

Wenren Huaiji was speechless: "Where did you get so many weapons? Will you ever stop?"

An Yurong laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if I bring a few more weapons. You still have so many bald heads!"

Wenren Huaiji rushed forward with a group of clones, but it was just a string of a zither, could it withstand his thousands of troops?

Yes, it was just one string, but a bunch of strings together might not be able to cut anything, but a string, if placed on the ground, could even cut a horse's leg. Wenren Huaiji knew this, but he relied on his body to be as hard as a rock and didn't take it seriously at all, raising his hand to grab it - if one hand would be cut, what about more than ten hands?

The answer is, of course, it will be cut. As soon as Wenren Huaiji touched the strings, he felt the pain of his skin being torn. He quickly withdrew his hand, but unfortunately the clone who had just tried to grab the strings was injured, leaving a deep mark on his palm.

Wenren Huaiji frowned. How could this thing be stronger than his well-trained physique?

The strings An Yurong used were naturally not ordinary ones. How could a novice be so skilled in injecting spiritual energy during practice? Therefore, this kind of strings were inherently harder and not easy to play.

This was the only way to hurt Wenren Huaiji. His body was too strong, and An Yurong would never be able to hurt him with her bare hands. She rushed towards the one farthest away from her, holding the strings. With Wenren Huaiji's personality, the real one would definitely be the most hidden.

As soon as she moved, the other clones came to stop her, punching her on the head, and the clone standing on the ground grabbed her ankle. She tried to solve the problem quickly, using her skills, and a burst of green light burst out of her body. The strong spiritual power directly knocked several people around her away. Heng Li was stunned. Although he knew that Liuli Palace took this path, because the martial arts itself was a little weak, they relied on spiritual power to make up for it, but he didn't know that An Yurong had reached this point, even if she directly used so much spiritual power to force the enemy back, it would not be a pity at all.

Heng Li felt inferior to them. The Liuli Palace emphasized spiritual power, the Xuanyin Temple emphasized physical training, and the Chongyun Sect emphasized both martial arts and spiritual power. Compared with the fixed fighting styles of the other two sects, the Chongyun Sect had many routes to choose from. In terms of training, he preferred to practice martial arts. Although the training of spiritual power was not left behind, it was not as good as the Liuli Palace. Heng Li couldn't help but wonder if he could still win against An Yurong.

Although only Wenren Huaiji's clones were shaken away, he still felt pain. The pain of so many clones was added to him, and he unconsciously covered his body, although there were no wounds on his body.

An Yurong was not afraid of Wenren Huaiji's human wave tactics at all. She knew so many skills that she could not guess what the next move would be. She threw the string straight out, and her spiritual power condensed into a line, passing through the clone and stabbing at Wenren Huaiji himself.

Wenren Huaiji is not a fool. The strings of the zither are sharp, but his spiritual power is not. He attached magic to his fist and smashed An Yurong's attack with one punch. Although Wenren Huaiji is not afraid of a protracted war, it is also difficult to deal with An Yurong without solving her tricks.

He controlled his clones to cast different spells at the same time, attacking An Yurong. Each clone used a different boxing technique, but they were all boxing techniques that could only be practiced by the inner disciples of Xuanyin Temple. The outer disciples could only see a few moves occasionally, but this time they saw it clearly and completely, and the mystery was difficult for outsiders to understand. Although it looked like just an ordinary boxing, Wenren Huaiji's boxing style was fierce, and it blocked An Yurong's escape route from all directions. It was difficult to fight against one disciple, let alone so many disciples.

It can be said that An Yurong did not dodge any of Wenren Huaiji's moves. All of Wenren Huaiji's fists hit her. She was hit from one side to the other like a sandbag, and she felt that all the bones in her body were broken.

An Yurong had no choice but to use instant teleportation again, but how could Wenren Huaiji let her go for nothing? No matter where she moved, her clones would rush up and surround her.

An Yurong really doesn't know any martial arts, and naturally doesn't know how to form formations. It can be said that she has no means of self-protection. If all the bones in her body were broken here, not to mention that it would be difficult to treat, I'm afraid the amount of exercise would cause her to die on the spot.

She could only try her best to teleport while her body was not in too much pain, so that she could avoid getting hit by fewer punches. Although she had a lot of spiritual power, she could not withstand such consumption. She simply made a desperate move and moved towards Wenren Huaiji, who was farthest away. She bent the strings of the zither into a bowstring, ignoring the fists and feet on Wenren Huaiji's neck, and was also fiercely attacked by the clone next to her.

Wenren Huaiji knew how powerful this thing was, but he was not a timid person. He immediately ordered the clone around him to take action and kick An Yurong away to eliminate the threat to himself.

An Yurong of course knew what Wenren Huaiji was thinking. She pulled the strings of her zither hard, cutting Wenren Huaiji's skin. "You'd better make them stop, or my strings will cut your neck."

Wenren Huaiji asked coldly, "Then how do you know this isn't my clone? You can try it yourself."

"You don't have to bet with me on this. I'm not blind. A coward like you will of course hide as far away as possible."