Facing Chu Yun's devastating sword.

The dervishes looked grim and unmoved.

It wasn't until the blade fell that he raised his hand unhurriedly.

It's exactly the same as Chu Yun!

He grasped the blade with his hands like this.

The palm of the hand is like the wind, and the skin is like copper skin and iron bones. Accurately hold Chu Yun's thunderous knife.

Sonor!

The blade slashed into his palm, and blood flowed. But the wound was obviously not as deep as Chu Yun's.

It can be seen from this that the ascetic's palm is even stronger than Chu Yun's!

"What are you crazy about?"

The ascetic's face did not change, and he let the blood drip from his palm. Thin lips opened slightly: "Just you?"

Bang!

The dervish raised his leg and kicked Chu Yun in the chest.

The latter's figure shook and he was almost kicked away.

But his arms tightened, holding the blade with one hand, and still holding the blade with the other!

Blood flows faster.

The sharp edge of the knife seemed to rub against the phalanges. There was a high-pitched screeching sound.

"I said it. You're iron-clad. I can beat you to a piece of scrap metal too!"

The dervish said and kicked a second kick.

Flutter!

Chu Yun's mouth spurted blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

But his body is still standing tenaciously.

Maybe one day, Chu Yun will be killed in public by a peerless powerhouse. But it is impossible to be defeated in public!

Even if you are as strong as an ascetic, you can't!

"What about you?"

Resisting his feet, Chu Yun's pale face crossed a strange color: "I was beaten into scrap iron." What did you become?"

Bang!

Chu Yun raised his legs. The wind is blowing!

The right leg was like an iron whip, like a dragon, and it rushed to the ascetic's chest!

Flutter.

The old monk's expression changed slightly, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

How can he still be so explosive?

How can he be beaten with iron?

Bang!

The dervishes do not admit defeat.

From the moment he was humiliated as a demon monk in public, he forged the heart of the rock. In the past eight years, he has traveled thousands of miles, with a strong will and indestructible!

He wants to defeat Chu Yun alive!

He does not allow anyone to be arrogant and presumptuous in front of himself!

Bang!

"Women play too much?" Chu Yun raised his leg and kicked it. The corners of his mouth were filled with a hideous color. "Weak legs?"

The dervish snorted.

Forcefully took Chu Yun's blow.

There was a mistake under his feet, and there was a popping sound.

Bang!

A heart-piercing kick, like a thousand powers, suddenly kicked Chu Yun in the chest.

Chu Yun's face suddenly turned from pale to flushed after receiving this kick. It's weird. Like a return to the light!

"Grandpa. He will kick Chu Yun to death. Professor Ye couldn't sit still.

"He may also be kicked to death by Chu Yun. Ye Lao exhaled a breath of turbidity. Stand up.

Jin Xifeng, who was still sitting on the sofa, squinted his eyes and glanced at Chu Yun and the others expressionlessly.

An ascetic monk who was once a nobleman of the Jin family.

Masters guide the way, and prosper the family.

Today, the Jin family is a celebrity in the capital. The ascetics are indispensable.

Of course, he hoped that the ascetic would kick Chu Yun to death. In public and private, he and Chu Yun are incompatible!

The situation was just in an instant, and the dervish kicked several times in succession. Breathing became rapid.

His expression changed.

Looking at Chu Yun's eyes again, he also became strange.

Bang!

The dervish raised his leg and kicked it. But it's obviously not as fierce as before.

The heart of martial arts, which has been tempered for decades, was slightly shaken.

He had never seen such a deadly style of play as Chu Yun. Unreasonable, no routines. I'll play with you when I come up. Fight with you.

The ascetic had the idea of retreating.

There was no need for him to fight like this with Chu Yun.

He had enough means to defeat Chu Yun, and his box-pressing stunt was not used at all.

He didn't have any reason to fight Chu Yun like this.

He found that he was brought into the rhythm that Chu Yun was good at, but he was not good at.

He's a demon monk.

Demon monks will not treat others and the world with themselves.

He wants to taste all the joys of the world and be a happy Buddha who wears wine and meat through his intestines. Not a down-and-out monk who has suffered a lot.

He let go of the knife in Chu Yun's hand.

This hand has been cut to a blur.

Even though he could bear the pain of the flesh. But he also knew it would take a long period of conditioning to recover.

The woman had two soft objects, which he could only taste with one hand during his recovery. This greatly reduced the quality of life of the ascetics.

"That's it?"

Chu Yun smiled.

On his plain-looking face, a hideous and arrogant sneer appeared: "I thought you would be stronger." ”

Chu Yun squinted.

He grasped the hand of the sword, but did not let go.

Instead, he lifted his foot again.

But this time, he didn't choose to kick. It's about kicking.

Not a kick in the chest and abdomen.

Kick him in the crotch!

The dervishes realized.

His expression changed abruptly, and he struggled to pull out the knife in Chu Yun's hand.

But Chu Yun's palm, like an iron hoop, seemed to be fused with the ascetic's ordination knife, and it was difficult to separate.

"Release!"

The dervish snorted coldly.

The power of his body suddenly exploded.

But Chu Yun's foot kicked the ascetic's crotch with a bang without hesitation!

Time stands still in this moment.

The dervishes bared their teeth in excruciating pain.

He trembled suddenly, his expression was strange, and he seemed to cry and laugh.

"Chu Yun!"

The dervishe's eyes were bloodshot, after pressing on the sharp pain that had sprung up between his legs. He roared in a low voice: "I will crush your bones to ashes!"

As soon as the words fell.

He threw down the ring knife and rushed out of the Ye Mansion with an arrow. Escape into the night.

Even escaping is so embarrassed and unimposing.

Bang dang.

Chu Yun threw down the ring knife and froze in place as if he had been pointed.

"How are you?" Professor Ye stepped forward. Hold Chu Yun, who looks calm.

But his body was cold: "I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"Wait. ”

Chu Yun shook his head and turned around slowly. The cold gaze fell on Jin Xifeng's face: "If you want to kill me now." It's time to get your hands dirty. ”

"Ye Mansion will not intervene. ”

Chu Yun took two steps towards Jin Xifeng: "Think about it." This is your only chance. ”

Jin Xifeng felt the aura of death emanating from Chu Yun's body.

His face turned pale, but he did not dare to answer.

He could even guess that as long as he dared to make a move, as long as he failed to kill Chu Yun.

He will be killed by Chu Yun on the spot!

This guy is a madman who doesn't want to die!

"Don't dare?"

Chu Yun glanced at Jin Xifeng expressionlessly.

Jin Xifeng said in a deep voice: "I'll just accompany Master Jiuying over." ”

"I slaughtered your own brother with my own hands. Chu Yun said lightly. "You think I deserve to die. ”

"Tonight, I sold Chu Shaohuai face. Let you go. Chu Yun stepped forward slowly, only one meter away from Jin Xifeng. "Next time. You'd better kill me. Otherwise, I'll chop you into several pieces. ”

Jin Xifeng's whole body stiffened, and his hatred was completely defeated by fear at this moment.

The combat power displayed by Chu Yun is simply inhuman!

"Still sitting here waiting for supper?" Chu Yun asked with squinted eyes.

Jin Xifeng got up, didn't even say hello, and left the Ye Mansion directly.

And at the moment when Jin Xifeng walked out of the door.

Chu Yun, who stood upright, vomited blood, as if his limbs had been dismantled, and fell into the arms of Professor Ye, who was quick to see and move.