Xue Ao is very strong, and it can be said that he far surpasses the rest of the people on the national art list. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Regarding his legend, it can be said that it is not an exaggeration at all, because, it is completely believed that the gap between those people on the national art list and him is too big.

Meng Fan's body is full of true qi, the two of them fought together, and they didn't use the number of martial arts paths, and the killing was still quite intense. It's all hard-hitting, to see who is faster, has more strength, and has a harder body.

After fighting hundreds of moves, Xue Ao is still undefeated. It made Meng Fan very surprised, he was a monk of the Jindan Realm, and Xue Ao was a martial artist, could it be that a martial artist was so powerful that he could compete with a cultivator.

Xue Ao was also very frightened, he saw that Meng Fan was a cultivator, and thought that his cultivation would not be high based on his age, but now he was injured. Decades after his debut, it was the first time that someone used a pair of fists to break his bones.

Martial artists are not those who rest martial arts on the national martial arts list, in the eyes of martial artists, ordinary countless are just the fur of three-legged cats, and they are far inferior to real martial arts.

Some people, who can practice boxing strength with national martial arts, are called geniuses. But martial artists, practicing boxing strength is simply an ordinary thing, there are real martial arts masters, and the swords are all practiced. With a knife split, the boulder more than ten meters away was directly split into two sections. And the knife is no more than three feet.

Sword Qi, Palm Wind, Gang Qi, these things are unthinkable to those who practice national arts, and martial artists are the ones who really understand the true essence of martial arts.

The battle continued, and the two fought for three hundred rounds, and the difference in strength finally became clear. Meng Fan became more and more courageous the more he fought, and only the afterimage was waved with a pair of fists, while Xue Ao gradually declined.

"Come on Meng Fan, he's dying!" Bai Nannan shouted, very excited, since she was a child, she had heard that Xue Ao was terrible, she had always been not optimistic about Meng Fan, and now she realized that cultivators were far better than ordinary people.

Touch!

Meng Fan punched Xue Ao's body, shaking him back. Xue Ao spat blood from his mouth, and a clear dent on his chest was blasted out by Meng Fan's punch.

"No one has ever been able to hurt me like this, Meng Fan, I have to admit that you are indeed very strong." Xue Ao grinned and said, not caring about the blood at the corner of his mouth at all.

He took two steps back, and when Meng Fan came over, he suddenly squatted down, his legs were spread apart, his hands rose and fell with his chest, and he took a sharp breath.

"Roar!"

"Beware of the Lion's Roar!" Bai Nannan hurriedly covered her ears and acted as a reminder. But her voice couldn't be heard at all, and it was completely muffled by the roar.

Meng Fan was startled, his fists stretched out to Xue Ao's chest, and he was forcibly blocked by the qi wave. Xue Ao's roar shook his ears, and an invisible wave of qi blew him unable to move an inch.

"The lion's roar is a sonic skill, no matter how good you are, don't think about being safe and sound." Xue Ao said, mentioning it again, and after a few big gasps, a roar came out again.

Meng Fan wiped his nosebleed, he was very surprised, Xue Ao was indeed strong enough, he couldn't reach out, he didn't expect that he still had such a powerful kung fu hidden. Lion's roar, sonic attack, there is no way to dodge. The air waves are so strong that they can't get closer than even typhoons.

Then don't come close.

Meng Fan picked up a half-sized piece on the ground and turned his head, swiped it in his hand, and shot out with the wave of qi that Xue Ao roared out.

Burst!

With a soft sound, the bricks smashed into Xue Ao's thigh, and blood immediately spurted wildly. Xue Ao stumbled and stopped abruptly halfway through his roar. The rest of the breath was held in his body, almost blowing up his chest, and his internal organs were damaged.

"Shout again?" Meng Fan said, got up and stepped forward, and threw a few punches in a row, hitting Xue Ao and completely pressing him to the ground. He didn't feel good either, the lion's roar was too fucking out of the box, which shook him so much that his eardrums hurt and his eyes were bloodshot.

If he hadn't found Xue Ao's flaws, Fei would have been crippled by him.

"Tell me, what is a martial artist, and I'll give you a good time." Meng Fan said.

Xue Ao was lying on his back on the ground, spurting blood from his mouth, splashing all over his chest and face, but he laughed with his mouth open, looking extremely hideous. He said, "I finally lost, boy, you don't even know about martial artists, and it seems that you are not the orthodox descendant of the cultivator lineage." Tell you, a martial artist is also one of the ten cultivators. Ranked second, you cultivators are still far from being authentic martial artists. ”

"And the warriors?" Meng Fan frowned, how could he hear the Ten Cultivation again. Ranked second, Meng Fan remembered that Bai Nannan had helped people spread the word, saying that the cultivator was ranked seventh. It seems that the martial artist is very powerful.

Xue Ao rolled his black eyes and looked at Meng Fan, and sneered: "There are ten cultivators in the world, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts." As long as there are people, the lineage of martial artists will not be broken. The old man is just an outcast, and the real warrior is far more powerful than you think. He laughed so hard that he was so happy that he coughed up blood. In the end, the injury was so severe that his eyes were wide.

Meng Fan ignored him, took out the Xuanjing Mirror, and looked at it. The word warrior has disappeared, and the Xuanjing has changed to its original appearance again, no different from the bronze mirror.

He took a mirror and looked at Xue Ao, who was already dead, and the word warrior did not appear again. Looking at other people, there was no font for the first time, but after looking at Bai Nannan, the mirror reacted again, and the word monk appeared.

Meng Fan suddenly understood, this is an identity recognizer. It is only when you hold it in your hand and shine on someone else that you react. No wonder he never figured it out.

Martial artist, ten cultivators, Meng Fan was very puzzled.

At this moment, there was a whistling sound outside the door, and Du Yu rushed in with dozens of heavily armed soldiers. Seeing Xue Ao, who was dead, he couldn't help but be stunned, and quickly ordered: "Send others to the hospital, be quick." Meng Fan, are you okay? ”

"Where's the Buddha?" Meng Fan asked.

"The Buddha has run away, but don't worry, he will definitely not be able to escape from Yanjing this time." Du Yu said, the Buddha made such a big move this time, who would help him. Four masters on the national arts list almost died, and two of them were the heads of big families. There are also many family disciples who have died, and there are still fugitives who have not been punished.

The four districts were basically all harmed, and even the gangs in the other three districts were implicated. Now if anyone sees the Buddha, they are not afraid of his skin.

The Buddha is also shrewd enough, he has been hiding in the distance to peek at Meng Fan and Xue Ao's battle, and found that Xue Ao was about to lose, so he turned around and ran.

"Find him and let me know immediately." In an instant, Meng Fan's killing intent was strong, and this time the Buddha would never leave Yanjing alive.

Du Yu was taken aback, but now he doesn't have time to care if Meng Fan kills the ** master, he has other things he wants to ask Meng Fan now. The chaos in Yanjing has not been solved yet, more than a dozen people ran out with Xue Ao for the first time, seven or eight people came to Yanjing, and a few more ran out later. Now the number of dead and wounded in Yanjing is about to soar to triple digits.

Among them are also the children of the family.

"Meng Fan, I can only rely on you now. The gun king injured more than 20 of my brothers, and I still can't catch him. You've got to help me, or I'll have to get out of class. Du Yu said.