"Who kills people and blinks?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned at first, but after thinking about it carefully, they couldn't help laughing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yes, they are all cultivators, and it is normal for them to be able to get to this point today and have a few lives in their hands.

Who would be afraid to kill?

Of course, the brilliance of the coachman's words lies not in the content of the words, but in the indifference he shows, as well as the strong killing aura that has been tested and smoked on the battlefield for a long time, which cannot be possessed by killing a few people or a dozen people.

However, Yan Li lightly destroyed the atmosphere he deliberately created, so that the focus of everyone's attention shifted from momentum to criticism of words.

From the point of view of language alone, the coachman is extremely naïve, in this era, who kills people and blinks?

The coachman's face did not change in the slightest, but he just took a deep look at Yan Li.

Seeing that Yan Li was in the limelight again, Yu Muren immediately became anxious, and blurted out: "I heard that you barbarians in Xiliang are going to challenge the academy, I don't know how many catties and taels you have, and you dare to come to Yongling to spread wild." ”

"If the academy is full of people like you who don't think you can do anything about it, then I don't think there will be any suspense in this competition. The narcissistic man didn't even look ahead, gently brushing his mount's mane.

Yu Muren took two steps forward again and sneered: "Will the people of Xiliang only say that they won't do it?"

The coachman said: "Dare to be, don't use your vitality, try it with them." ”

After a pause, he added: "Start lightly." ”

The burly man smiled excitedly, kicked the stirrup with both feet, and his body rose like a big bird, landing on the bluestone slab a few steps in front of Yu Muren, the air was visibly pushed away, and the blood basin let out a loud shout: "The stone of the Military Aircraft Academy dares to be dang, you can go up together!"

"Don't be angry, you're looking for death!" Yu Muren's face showed anger, and he strode closer. His robe was windless, and the invisible palm momentum converged in wisps, and with the appearance of the palm momentum, a wind cow was faintly visible, emerging from his body.

The four qualities and four directions of the saint have initially possessed the ability to manifest the saint, which is very obvious when gathering momentum.

It can be seen that Yu Muren's strength is stronger than Hou Dongqun, no wonder he has the confidence to duel with Yan Li.

However, when Shi Dangdang saw this scene, instead of being afraid, he sneered: "With this bit of strength, you dare to provoke our Military Aircraft Academy?"

"Take my trick and talk about it!" With the help of his real name, Yu Muren had condensed to a critical point, and a slight flowing wind appeared in his palm, gray and gray, full of the breath of death.

This palm has really integrated his lifelong understanding into it.

Shi Dangdang laughed disdainfully, his rough big hand clenched, and he didn't see the air surging, only Pingping smashed it with a punch.

Bang!

With a punch in his hand, the energy brought up by him actually competed with the vitality and palm momentum of Yu Muren.

The person who saw the way out immediately came to the result in his heart, Yu Muren could not win, and the remaining question was, how many moves would he lose?

Yu Muren lost his palm, and his heart suddenly cooled. He couldn't help but jump out of his mind with a sentence "The other party has no vitality", and this terrifying reality suddenly made his condensed palm power collapse, and the phantom of the wind bull turned into nothing.

It's like two armies fighting, one side is demoralized by the other, and the army is immediately crushed.

Shi Dangdang sneered, and took advantage of the situation to punch again.

This punch is not fancy, it is the most basic body forging method in the army, called "body boxing". However, it is just such a basic boxing technique, which is displayed by him, but it carries wind and thunder, like a god descending to earth.

Yu Muren's chest actually let out a burst of air, and the sound of the sternum slightly shattering was muffled. At the same time, with a scream, "Kick Kick" took a few steps back, and finally couldn't stabilize his body, and fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.

"The academy is such a big name, and all the teachings are waste like you, why don't you turn it into a garbage dump in the future!" Shi Dangdang was a big bear standing like a human, with a cruel smile on his face, "What is the name of the garbage dump if the place where the waste is collected?"

The silent crowd soon boiled over. For them, the academy is the pride of the Yongling people, and it cannot be slandered by outsiders.

Shi Dangdang glanced around, his eyes revealed a strong bloody aura, I don't know how many people he has killed to have this kind of momentum. The onlookers were glanced at by him, as if they were being targeted by a fierce beast, and their angry hearts instantly cooled down.

The students had a bad face, although Shi Dangdang was very strong, but they were not weak, so they might not be afraid of him.

"You may not know," Yan Li stood up at the right time and stood in front of Shi Dangdang, "In order to take care of the face of the Military Aircraft Academy, the Holy Lord did not send half of the top ten masters, so he sent two of us who ranked fifty miles away to greet the distinguished guests. ”

He raised his eyebrows, and his sharpness suddenly became clear, "Could it be that the military aircraft academy is so famous that all the people who teach it are the kind of fools who are complacent when they win a battle against a weak person? In the future, it is better to change it to a concentration camp for fools! Stupidity is contagious, one by one, what is it called if it is not called a concentration camp for fools?"

"Good!"

There was a loud cheer from the crowd.

Just modify the other party's sarcasm a little, and the effect will be immediate.

Shi Dangdang was really furious, but the coachman spoke first.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Yan Li grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "My name is Yan Li." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard an inaudible "choking" sound, which was the sound of the sword in Yan Li's hand suddenly unsheathed.

The hilt of the sword was pulled by an invisible thread and hit Shi Dangdang's chest as if it were hitting a thick wall, making a muffled "thump" sound.

This blow was unexpected by everyone, and even more unexpected by Shi Dangdang, he couldn't help but take half a step back.

He was furious, but just as his eyes were red and he made up his mind to smash Yan Li, an inexplicable warning suddenly rose in his heart that made his waist bend sideways suddenly.

It's hard to imagine what this scene looks like. It was like an adult bear twisting its thick waist and avoiding Yan Li, who was slashing at his neck with a backhand sword.

The blade of the sword was soft, like a cloth, but when the blade of the sword slashed against his right cheek, the inexplicable coldness and tingling made his hair stand on end.

From Yan Li's sword automatically unsheathed, his body followed the rapid advance, and he caught the long sword that bounced back with his backhand and cut it towards Shi Dangdang's neck. When Shi Dangdang turned around to dodge, and then staggered past Yan Li, the picture froze. All in the blink of an eye.

And the onlookers around him, just with a flicker of their eyes, saw that Yan Li had already turned his back to Shi Dangdang, standing according to the sword that he didn't know when to sheath.

"Good!" the onlookers applauded again. Because Shi Kangdang, who looked like a god and was invincible, had an extra bloodstain on his right cheek as thin as a strand of hair. Although they didn't know how Yan Li did it, the sullen breath they had just held back was vented, which made them like Yan Li from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't be ashamed to say how our academy is, and you are not very good. ”

"I think that's how the people of Xiliang are, and they dare to boast about challenging our academy. I see, this time my face is lost. However, the people of our academy have always been generous and kind, and they will not be too embarrassed, and maybe they will even send some souvenirs, so as not to come all the way and return empty-handed, as if we Yongling people are stingy. ”

"That's it, remember to bring some of my dried preserved fruits back......"

"And our Xu Ji brocade ......"

"If you don't dislike it, I have the eggs that my hen has just laid here......"

Yu Muren had retreated into the crowd at this time, his face was very ugly, but the injury had made him unable to continue, and if he continued to fight, even if he could save his life, he might not be able to save his cultivation.

The laughter continued shortly before a thud caused them to shut their mouths.

An incomparably terrifying threat erupted from Shi Dangdang's body, and the bluestone paved road under him suddenly collapsed.

He turned in the smoke and dust, his eyes scarlet. It's not a description, it's really red as if it was congested.

Then, he rushed towards Yan Li, who was still motionless.

His movements were not fast, but they matched his majestic figure, and his fist as big as a stone pot seemed to contain the power of ten thousand jun.

At the last moment, Yan Li moved. He did a backflip, like an invisible line that made him stand upside down in the air, and his left and right hands held the scabbard and hilt of the sword, and met the fist the size of a stone cauldron.

Shi Dangdang expected, and the sound of the scabbard shattering did not sound. He only felt that it had hit the cotton, and he didn't focus at all. In other words, the great force was inexplicably sucked away when it applied to the scabbard.

This strange feeling made him unspeakably uncomfortable.

At this time, Yan Li's figure flew upwards like a willow leaf, and it looked as if he was knocked away by Shi Dangdang's punch, but it didn't fly very high, giving people the feeling that the power of his punch was not very good, but it just looked mighty.

There was a slight boo.

Shi Dangdang was even more furious, and with a punch, his right foot slammed to the ground, and slammed upwards diagonally like a siege cannon. The punch still hit Yan Li's scabbard, but like the first punch, it didn't make a lot of noise, it just made him fly farther.

Not only Shi Dangdang was surprised, but the people in Xiliang's convoy looked over in surprise.

The coachman's eyes flickered, and he suddenly heard a slight "hum" sound from the carriage, which meant inexplicable. He was about to ask a question, when the horse pulling the cart suddenly neighed.

I saw Yan Li drifting backwards dozens of paces away and landing on the horse's back. The horse's body sank slightly, as if it had fallen not from a man, but from a hill, and neighed restlessly.

The coachman's eyes burst into brilliance, and he already knew why Yan Li could easily block Shi Dadang's fist.

At the same time as Shi Dangdang hit the ground heavily, his body was already rushing like an arrow.

Yan Li gently kicked the horse's back and deftly flipped over the top of Shi Dangdang's head.

"I still want to escape!" Shi Dangdang's half-rushed figure suddenly stopped, shouted violently, and grabbed his hand without warning, grabbing Zhong Yanli's chest, and slammed it to the ground.