Boom!"

Ye Mo's huge roar was like thunder, shaking the entire mountain.

Everyone present covered their ears in pain, even the martial artists were shocked and retreated one after another, and Wang Qi, who was a half-step grandmaster, couldn't resist this roar, and took a few steps back in embarrassment.

The only one who was not affected was Di Zhenjiang, and he only heard him say lightly:

"Ye Wentian, you slaughter my apprentice grandson and kill my junior brother, today I will not only take your life, but also rob your prescription. ”

After speaking, Di Zhenjiang's palm waved violently, and suddenly formed a white fist mark, floating towards Ye Mo, this fist mark didn't seem to have the slightest strength, but it was in front of Ye Mo almost in the blink of an eye.

"Smack!"

The palm print hit Ye Mo's arm, making a crisp sound, it can be seen that Ye Mo's arm actually left a cyan fist mark, this Di Zhenjiang has already released the dark energy with pure gold, I don't know how much stronger than the cloud thousand marks.

"I heard that you have practiced a whole body of horizontal kung fu, and your body is really strong, under my palm, ordinary grandmasters will vomit blood and fly upside down, but you will not retreat at all. Di Zhenjiang said without sorrow or joy: "It's a pity, who let you meet me!"

"You haven't fought with me......"

Halfway through Di Zhenjiang's words, Ye Mo had already punched over, and this punch brought a whistling wind and smashed hard into Di Zhenjiang's head.

“…… I'll never know the horror of my Di Zhenjiang!"

After Di Zhenjiang finished speaking, the whole person was like a cloud, taking mysterious steps, and actually dodged Ye Mo's fist.

Then, countless fist prints were produced out of thin air, gathered in Di Zhenjiang's palm, and he pulled out white silks, at first glance, it seemed that he was holding countless white whips in his hands, and when he danced, the white silk was drawn on Ye Mo's body.

Although this thin white silk is not sharp, it is like Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick when it is pumped on Ye Mo's body, and Ye Mo is pulled back again and again, and finally Ye Mo is forced to the foot of the mountain.

"Crackle!"

When Di Zhenjiang dispersed the white silk, the land around him had been turned over more than three feet.

This "blood killing" grandmaster didn't make a move, and as soon as he made an amazing move, he easily knocked Ye Mo upside down and flew out, as if he was blasting away flies.

"That's what it is...... Tai Chi Jin?"

Wang Qi gasped.

He had learned the dark energy condensation silk with Yun Qianji, and at that time he felt that the dark energy condensation silk was very mysterious, who knew that he saw the Tai Chi Jin of the master today, and realized that he was sitting in a well and watching the sky, after all, Yun Qianji's dark Jin condensing silk was cultivated by the reference "Tai Chi Jin".

This strength can be rigid or soft, when it is just to open the stele cracked stone, when it is soft can be turned into a silk around the hand, the magic is endless.

When many warriors heard the words, it was like listening to the book of heaven, and they only felt that Di Zhenjiang was invincible and fascinating.

Li Feilong, Huyan Leopard and the others widened their eyes even more, this was the first time they had seen the battle of the grandmasters, they didn't expect it to have such power.

The moves that were issued at random were much stronger than the Wentian Finger they used, and if their Wentian Finger was a bullet, then the Qi Fist Seal issued by Di Zhenjiang was a cannonball, which could shatter everything.

"Bang!"

At this time, Ye Mo suddenly took a step and rushed like a tank, he didn't have any energy on his body, relying on the energy of the pure flesh, if anyone saw it, he couldn't be frightened, the flesh resisted the darkness, there was no such person in the past.

When Ye Mo threw another punch, the power was ten times stronger than before.

"Boy, I really think highly of you, you're too weak. ”

Di Zhenjiang put his hands behind his back and shook his head slightly.

He controlled countless white dark energy, filling the range around his body, and the dark energy wrapped him in it, looking like a silkworm cocoon, the dark energy moved and rolled, without a trace of flaws to be found.

"Thorny ......"

Ye Mo's fist slammed into the white dark energy, which seemed to be a fierce punch, but it only hit half an inch, and it couldn't go in again, and with the movement and rolling of the dark energy, this punch was forced out.

In an instant, the white energy rotated in the opposite direction, pulling Ye Mo over again, and countless dark energy bombarded him, making a tinkling sound.

"Sure enough, he deserves to be a teacher!"

Wang Qi sighed.

Ye Mo's fists are very hard, and ordinary grandmasters can't go back and forth three or four times when they encounter them, but Uncle Shi's "Tai Chi Jin" just restrains this kind of fierce boxing, overcoming rigidity with softness, and dialing thousands of catties in four or two, no matter how strong Ye Mo is, he can't beat Uncle Shi.

"Master!"

Li Feikong and the others were shocked and anxious, who knew that Di Zhenjiang was so strong, even the master was invincible.

"Xiao Mo, you must not have anything to do!"

Xia Siyu's beautiful eyes never left Ye Mo.

At the same time, Ye Mo was once again forced into a dead end by Di Zhenjiang, as if this move could cause Ye Mo to die.

"Haha, now you know how powerful I am, don't you think you're weak? If you kneel down and beg for mercy and say I'm convinced, maybe I'll let you die a happy death today. ”

Di Zhenjiang smiled, looking at Ye Mo's eyes like looking at an ant.

Not only him, everyone's eyes were on Ye Mo.

Wang Qi's eyes were full of schadenfreude, he admitted that Ye Mo was very strong, and Yun Qianji was not Ye Mo's opponent, but in the face of Di Zhenjiang, he seemed too small, and he would definitely die today.

"It's a pity for such a young grandmaster. ”

Many warriors are very sorry, even if they kowtow and beg for mercy, what can they do, they will die after all.

Xia Siyu, Li Feikong and the others all turned white, and their fists were clenched tightly.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Mo was going to be strangled on the spot, Ye Mo said calmly:

"Grandmaster, that's it!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at each other, looking at Ye Mo's eyes like looking at a fool, you must know that in the martial arts world, "the grandmaster must not be humiliated" has become an iron law, and anyone who violates the rules will die without a place to be buried.

"Boy, you're looking for death. ”

When Di Zhenjiang heard this, his face suddenly showed anger.

He rolled around him with dark energy, forming a strand of silk energy, and attacked straight to the vital point of Ye Mo's body, wanting to kill Ye Mo on the spot.

Under this move, Ye Mo was afraid that he would be crushed alive.

"The anger of the grandmaster, no one dares to stop it. ”

The warriors present shook their heads and sighed, turned around and prepared to leave, the result was already doomed.

Wang Qi's eyes were full of happiness, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Mo, wanting to see the scene of Ye Mo's tragic death.

The heads of the families who had just heard the news were still apprehensive, but when they saw this scene, their hearts were completely relaxed.

Qiao Lu, who was standing next to Qiao Santong, laughed and said, "Father, this Ye Wentian is dead today, and our Qiao family will definitely become the first family in Yichuan City in the future." ”

"yes, it's just a pity that such a genius is so natural. ”

Qiao Santong sighed.

The people present, whether it was a martial artist or the heads of various families, no one believed that Ye Mo could avoid this move, and even Li Feilong, Xia Siyu and others closed their eyes, not daring to look at the next scene.

It's just that Ye Mo reached out and grabbed it in the face of the white darkness in the sky.

This is not any means of attack, but rather like begging for death, there is a feeling of a moth to a fire.

But when Ye Mo's palm caught the white dark energy, he gently pulled it.

"Sting"

The dark energy like iron claws and steel teeth was torn open by force, and the mysterious Tai Chi energy in front of these white and tender little hands seemed to be like a piece of brittle paper.

"What's the situation?"

Di Zhenjiang's face changed, he couldn't keep calm, the Tai Chi strength he had condensed was rigid and soft, and no one could compete with it, but he watched Ye Mo tear it to pieces.

"Condensation!"

There was no time to think, Di Zhenjiang roared angrily, recondensed the Tai Chi Jin, and barely gathered the torn Tai Chi Jin together.

"Whew!"

As soon as Di Zhenjiang took a breath, Ye Mosha's big fist was printed in his eyes.

"Not good!"

Di Zhenjiang's heart sank, and he only had time to protect the Tai Chi Jin around his body, when he suddenly heard a "bang", which shook his ears and buzzed, and before he could use the soft energy, all the Tai Chi Jin around him was blasted by Ye Mo.

"Retreat!"

Di Zhenjiang's figure retreated.

But no matter how fast he was, it wasn't as fast as Ye Mo's fist.

"Smack!"

The next moment, in the unbelievable eyes of everyone, Ye Mo turned his fist into a palm and directly slapped it on Di Zhenjiang's face.

Di Zhenjiang was like a tornado, pumped and spun in place, then flew out and fell on the only dead tree.

Dead!

The whole bald mountain was dead silent.

Many people and warriors wiped their eyes, all stunned and at a loss.

And in the disbelief of everyone, Ye Mo dusted his sleeves, as if he had just done a trivial thing, looked at Di Zhenjiang hanging on the tree, and said lightly:

"If you are convinced, I will leave you with a stump and a broken arm?"

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