Chapter 583

Falling to the edge of Hell Square, Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked over.

I saw that in the Hell Square, four young men in gorgeous clothes came at some point, and the four of them looked at the two who were fighting in the center of the square with a slight smile on their faces.

Several people are extraordinary, and there is an innate arrogance between their eyebrows, which is eye-catching and different from the disciples of the academy in temperament, which can be easily distinguished at a glance.

Lin Yun's gaze swept away, and the chests of the four of them were embroidered with elegant cloud patterns, and a sword was inserted in the cloud patterns.

This kind of picture and text, Lin Yun is not unfamiliar, Mu Xue also has it, these people seem to be the inner disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

After glancing, Lin Yun didn't see the existence of the core disciple, which was a little strange.

It seems that the real powerhouse of the Heavenly Sword Sect is being a guest in the Imperial Book Hall, and there are elders and Mu Xue and others entertaining him. His gaze did not linger, and Lin Yun's gaze fell on the two people who were fighting in the field.

Mei Ziyan's opponent in the field was a very young teenager, but he was seventeen or eighteen years old. But that sharp body is incomparably sharp, and Mei Ziyan is quite uncomfortable.

"Is that all there is to it? It's not enough to see ......."

In the fierce fight, the young man was quite idle, looking at Mei Ziyan and raising his eyebrows and smiling.

"Bang!"

Mei Ziyan was aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't speak, and the true yuan in his body was permeating. The body was shaped like a bow, and he stepped out in one step and blasted out with an extremely terrifying fist.

"Do you finally want to show your strength as a Xiaocheng in the Yang Xuan Realm? ”

Feeling the power of Mei Ziyan's punch, the corners of the young man's mouth hooked up with a smile, and a lazy look appeared on his face. A hand reached out like lightning in the long sleeves, and the open five fingers actually wrapped Mei Ziyan's fist in an instant, and then clenched it hard.

"How is this possible......"

Mei Ziyan's eyes showed a look of extreme consternation, and he struck the pinnacle blow of this Yang Xuan Realm Xiaocheng. was easily held by the other party, which was definitely not the reason for cultivation.

"Give me back!"

The young man raised his eyebrows, and in the sneer, he made a point of ingenuity. In the blink of an eye, Mei Ziyan, who was rushing towards him with great momentum, was directly shocked back by the other party.

"It's still too weak!"

Once he gained power, the young man was even more arrogant, bullying him forward, and his fists brought up a cold wind. Between the whistlings, it fell like a raging storm, and vaguely the air seemed to be torn apart by this fist.

Looking at such a scene, many disciples of Tianfu Academy looked a little ugly.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Mei Ziyan would be so humiliated in the hands of a young man, and he was so vulnerable.

Bang bang bang!

In the middle of the field, the two figures launched a fierce and fierce bombardment, and the aftermath of the strong and domineering swept in all directions, blowing up dust in the sky.

"That's it. ”

In the nervous hand, the young man drank coldly, only to see that his right hand suddenly became as sharp as a sword. With a snort, it was like a sword piercing the wall straight up, cutting Mei Ziyan's momentum to the end.

Boom!

Then this fist as sharp as a sword was fiercely imprinted on Mei Ziyan's chest, and there was a loud noise. Mei Ziyan spat out blood, his face turned pale, and he retreated in embarrassment.

The aftermath was agitated, and Mei Ziyan took several steps back before he barely stood still. On the other hand, the young man was calm and relaxed.

"Tianfu Academy's martial arts background is still a little too poor, Pavilion

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