Under the shadow of the palm wind.

Huangfu Yunyan only felt that even his soul trembled a little.

And the other party's slap was taken in the face.

If he is filmed, his fate is not yet known.

But Lin Yu's face is about to be lost.

For Huangfu Yunyan, he can die, but Lin Yu's face can't be lost by her no matter what.

I've been with Lin Yu for a long time.

The already stubborn Huangfu Yunyan was even more contaminated with unyielding arrogance.

Seeing that this palm could not be taken, a violent aura suddenly rose in her heart.

There was an immediate sense of determination in his eyes.

The spiritual power of the whole body is frantically agitating, and he is directly about to fight with his life.

At this time, Lin Yu's blaming voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Yunyan, when did you become so impulsive. ”

With the sound of sound.

Lin Yu turned around abruptly.

His eyes flashed coldly, and his fists flicked out casually.

A wisp of fist wind, cracking the air.

Bang......

A slight noise rang out in everyone's ears.

Like a blister, blown by the breeze.

Lin Yu stood still, motionless.

The ground under his feet takes root, and he is as stable as the earth.

Looking at the Holy Son of Qiyao Island again, his shoulders shook slightly.

The original smug expression suddenly converged.

Instead, there is a grit of teeth.

Veils on his forehead and his face flushed.

But even so, the Holy Son of Qiyao Island was still unwilling to take half a step back.

Click......

On his body, there was a burst of explosions.

The shoulders shook more and more violently, but the feet never moved.

He wants to prove to everyone that he is no worse than Lin Yu.

"No wonder you have the courage, it turns out that you are good at it. ”

Lin Yu was slightly surprised and chuckled.

Being able to catch his punch is enough to prove that this son is extraordinary.

"You haven't really seen my skills!"

At this time, the Holy Son of Qiyao Island became more and more arrogant.

The tone in which Lin Yu spoke just now made him feel that he had been greatly humiliated.

That kind of lofty posture is really hateful.

"Look at my palm again!"

At the same time as the voice sounded, the other palm of the Holy Son of Nanyao Island slashed through the air.

The palm of the hand is like a knife, like the will of heaven, and there is no trace to be found.

The palm is gone, and the gods are changing.

The breath is ethereal and unpredictable.

At this moment, the Holy Son of Qiyao Island seemed to be in the vast blue sea.

Around the body, the waves are sparkling, and the sea waves are surging.

Endless seawaters, swirling around his body.

The sea and the sky are infinitely close, and there is no one in the first line.

The palm is neither fast nor slow, but it has its own rhythm that captures people's souls.

At this moment, Lin Yu's face was neither surprised nor happy, and he always remained indifferent.