"The South Lord has responded to the battle!"

Many people shouted and became excited.

The South Lord killed Long Wei and destroyed Yuan Chun, and his fame was as high as the sky, and he faintly had the power of a demon king! But these were all rumors, and the vast majority of people present had never seen the South Lord make a move. Now that the South Lord is facing Han Ting, many people are seeing it for the first time, and they all want to see if the South Master's skills are as powerful as rumored!

is the so-called mule is a horse out of the horse, everyone is this kind of mentality, whether those records were made by Ji Kang for him or by the south lord himself, you can know immediately.

Moreover, the "grievances" between the two have been going on for a long time, and Han Ting, the young master of the Baji Gate, has long said that the southern master will steal the Baji Palm, and he will be beaten up when they meet!

Coupled with the little princess of the Long family "supervising the battle" on the side, this duel will definitely be very intense, as exciting as a meteor hitting the earth. couldn't help but widen everyone's eyes, stretched their necks, and looked at the two people in the field intently.

"Han Ting's Eight Poles are in the palm of the Great Success, and the strength is terrifying, even if there is still a battle against the Grandmaster Dacheng master, the Southern Master is in danger!" someone analyzed the situation.

"In order to save face, the South Lord has no choice but to fight, and the ducks are on the shelves, and the ending may be very miserable!" A disciple of Taiyi Sect sneered, seeing that the South Lord was unhappy.

"I'm optimistic about Nanzhu, I always feel that his eyes are bad, as if he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, this Han Ting is going to be miserable. Xia Wanxi, the saint of Taiyimen, expressed her opinions, and her beautiful eyes flowed and her style was infinite.

A group of disciples of Taiyi Gate have fainted one after another, and they all know that the South Lord is the sworn enemy of the Taiyi Gate, and this holy lady is actually speaking for the South Lord, it is really ...... That's it.

"South Lord!"

Han Ting slapped his thigh and pointed at me and roared.

"Can you be quieter and scare Lao Tzu!" I glanced at Han Ting, this kid was shocked, he was sick!

"Hehe-coward. ”

Han Ting looked at me with disdain and said, "Lord Nan, I beat you up today, not only for Princess Rui's anger, but also because of the matter of Bajizhang. Everyone knows that your southern master likes to use the Baji palm to shoot people, but this palm method is the unique skill of our Baji Gate, and it is already a big taboo for you to steal from you! Today I will give you a profound lesson on behalf of the Baji Gate, so that you can understand the fate of stealing my martial arts!"

"Cut!"

I rolled my eyes wildly, and learned from Ma Wenchao squinted and smiled: "Your Baji Sect is only two hundred years old, but the Baji Palm has existed for thousands of years, what qualifications do you have to say that this set of palms is the unique skill of the Baji Sect? Besides, when it comes to Baji Palm, you can only be a younger brother in front of me!" "Okay, good, Nanzhu, you are arrogant enough, today I will let you see what the real Baji Palm is!" Han Ting flicked his sleeves, and the strength in his body suddenly exploded, and the clothes on his body swelled as if they were equipped with a blower, and the hunting sounded.

As soon as his body moved, his arms immediately stretched out, like a long-armed ape, and the fierce palm wind came to his face!

I squinted slightly, this Han Ting's Eight Pole Palms are really powerful!

He struck with a palm, and the bright energy was surging like a volcanic eruption, and the flames flew wildly, and the momentum was so fierce that anyone who saw it was afraid. At the same time, the dark energy is like the undercurrent of a big river, one after another, layered on top of each other, giving people a sense of endlessness.

He shot like the wind, as fast as a line, moving static and lightning, meteors chasing the moon. Han Ting's hand, whether it is strength, speed, momentum, or playing style, has already exerted the power of the Eight Pole Palms to the extreme.

It's just that my Eight Extremes Palm is not weaker than him, and my cultivation is much higher than Han Ting!

Rumble!

I cast the Eight Pole Palms to meet Han Ting's Eight Pole Palms!

"Hmph, cast the Eight Pole Palm in front of me, and the class will get the axe!" Han Ting smiled disdainfully, and slapped the palm of his hand fiercely, but the next second he changed color.

Han Ting only felt that the other party's palm was like a god smashing a meteorite, a suffocating wind exploded, his ears tingled, his whole body was shaken, and the surrounding air was like a tsunami undercurrent, and there were whirlpools and torrents everywhere, making it difficult to stabilize his body at all.

The bright and dark energy in it, like a volcanic eruption that has been accumulated for thousands of years, swept towards him overwhelmingly!

"How can this be!" Han Ting's body was very stable, and as soon as he stood still, even a cow couldn't pull it, and no matter how strong the wind was, it was difficult to blow him up, but the strong wind from the South Lord's Baji Palm made him feel shaken.

At this moment, he immediately felt a strong danger, with the experience of facing the enemy in a hundred battles, Han Ting wanted to retreat, but unfortunately it was too late to realize it at this time!

Bang!

The two palms slammed together, eight pole palms against eight pole palms!

Without any suspense, Han Ting's body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, he only felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and he couldn't resist that power!

Boom Boom!

The light and dark energy on the Eight Poles palm surged layer upon layer, like the sea rolling up a thousand waves, each of which caused Han Ting to suffer a heavy blow, and his body trembled violently, cracked, and blood gushed out.

"Ah......h

The pain of shattering his body and bones made Han Ting, who was in the air, involuntarily let out a terrible scream!

"Why do you have to provoke me, alas...... I only used four powers. "I sighed helplessly, with only four strengths, this Han Ting couldn't bear it, if all the eight strengths in the eight extremes palm were beaten, it was estimated that this kid could be beaten to death!

I finally retracted, and I didn't urge my strength anymore, which can be regarded as sparing Han Ting's life.

Thump~

Han Ting fell heavily to the ground, falling more than ten meters away, lying there howling in pain.

Wow~

Seeing this scene, everyone present was in an uproar, never imagined that it would be such a situation!

From Han Ting's shot to defeat, it was just a flash of light, that is to say, the south lord defeated Han Ting with one move, and he used Han Ting's most proud eight-pole palm, which ......

"That's too big a gap!" someone licked his dry lips and gasped.

No one spoke in the room, and fell into an eerie silence. Only Han Ting struggled to get up, pointed at me, and roared with a distorted face: "How is it possible, how can your Eight Pole Palm be so powerful?......!" Layer upon layer, like a thousand waves, how can the power of the Eight Pole Palms be so great, how can it be so violent?!"

"I hate violence the most, it's boring to fight and kill, but you always force me to do it. I said, walked over, and went up and directly gave Han Ting a few big slaps, which crackled, making Han Ting directly collapse on the ground and faint.

Leaving him alive was not for him to shout, so he simply fainted.

People were stunned, Han Ting was now a young genius in the limelight, with extraordinary strength, but at this moment, he was like a puddle of mud that did not move.

"This is the first day of the Baji Gate? It's really weak, don't say that I steal the Baji Palm in the future, I'm the authentic, you Baji Gate is stealing from me!"

I shook my head as I spoke, justifying my Bajizhang.

The people present were really speechless, this scene was too different, you must know that earlier Han Ting was full of confidence, looking like he was eating the South Lord, he wanted to teach him a good lesson, and said that he was fat, but in the blink of an eye, he himself was beaten by the South Lord.

"The South Lord is too powerful, Han Ting is not an enemy of one move!" someone sighed.

"It seems that Nanzhu's previous records are all true, and they are not brushed by Ji Kang. ”

"Oh my God, Han Ting is so bullish, he is not the enemy of the South Lord, how strong is the South Lord?!"

"Hahaha, the funniest thing is that the South Master actually defeated Han Ting with Han Ting's best Baji Palm, which is ...... It's hard for Han Ting to accept!"

"This kind of genius will never be reached. "There is a sense of frustration in the hearts of many people.

"It seems that the strength of the South Lord can already be compared with those holy sons and holy daughters. ”

……

Everyone in the audience was talking, and the eyes that looked at me one by one had undergone great changes, and there was a little more awe.

"Humph!"

Long Rui looked at Han Ting, who was fainting to death, with a small face and a smile on his sleeves. Originally, she thought that this Han Ting had some real skills and could teach Wang Feng a lesson, who knew that this guy was not an enemy of one move! Whether Han Ting was too weak or Wang Feng was too strong, Long Rui was no longer interested in paying attention to it, and she was very unhappy now!

"South Lord...... It's very powerful!" the Taiyimen Holy Maiden had scorching eyes and bloomed with brilliance, and the lotus steps walked towards me.

"Master Nan, come over and make friends!" Xia Wanxi smiled lightly, beautiful as a fairy, and her eyes were full of kindness.

"Let-" I glanced at her, grinned, and said, "Let's keep our distance, Taiyimen Holy Maiden!"