Volume 3: Ten Directions Chapter 0091 Hit the small one and the old one
Ying Zhentian attacked with a heavy fist, like a cheetah, like an angry lion, like a mad dragon, Qin Yang didn't expect that the man in front of him who looked very enchanting could still burst out with such a masculine face, which surprised him somewhat.
Qin Yang didn't move at all, he just stretched out his palm and completely wrapped the opponent's huge fist inside.
Boom!
Ying Zhentian's punch was not as fierce as he imagined, but was wrapped by the other party.
"Should it be earthquaked?" Shaking his head, he said again: "I see that your fists are similar to your appearance, they are too soft." β
When the people around heard this, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and their faces turned red one by one.
"Mr. Demon, don't talk about other people's good or not, although he looks more girly."
Divine Replenishment Knife, Qin Yang's eyes lit up suddenly when he heard Leng Qianyou's words, and Ying Zhentian suddenly had an urge to vomit blood.
Looking at Ying Zhentian, who was struggling, he let go of his palm, and the other party took a few steps back, and suddenly did not stand firm and fell to the ground.
"Look for death."
A bit of killing intent appeared in Ying Zhentian's eyes, after all, he reached the Xuan Realm at a young age, such a talent can be ranked in the entire ancient martial arts world, when has he been so insulted, he used a set of boxing techniques, and suddenly stood out.
There was a sharp Gengjin Dao intent flashing around his body, no, this is the other party's comprehension of Gengjin Dao Intent, and it has gradually moved towards the realm.
It may be that it has just broken through, and the field has not yet condensed and formed.
Qin Yang's face was full of sneers, and the nine steps of Shattering the Sky were cast, and the whole person was like a heavenly immortal lord, and he instantly punched out.
This punch was mixed with five Dao meanings, and the opponent's domain was shattered like papier-mΓ’chΓ©, and a punch slammed into the opponent's chest.
Burst!
Everyone was stunned and watched everything happening in front of them, they guessed that Ying Zhentian might lose, but they didn't expect that they would lose so miserably, and they killed it directly with one punch.
At this moment, everyone was speechless, their faces were full of shock, especially the earth dragon shrank his head, thinking in his heart that he was fortunate not to rush over just now, otherwise it must be himself who would be embarrassed now.
"Let's go!"
looked at Leng Qianyou next to him and said with a smile.
A red glow flashed in Ying Zhentian's eyes, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse, and he quickly rushed over, preparing to carry out a sneak attack.
A silver light swept through the air, and the people who shone on it couldn't open their eyes.
Wow β
Ying Zhentian's neck came out, and there was a knife standing up, which should be a broken knife to be precise.
The faces of the people around him changed greatly, because at this time, the other party could cut off Ying Zhentian's head with a slight movement of his arm.
"I can't help myself."
Dumbfounded, the people around him were trying to dissuade him, and countless vines flashed in the air, attacking towards Qin Yang.
At this time, Qin Yang gave up his embarrassment and responded to Zhentian, and the Starfall Knife in his hand was withdrawn, and he kept retreating. But he didn't expect that he had given in, and the hidden characters were still pressing forward step by step.
"Why don't you be embarrassed?"
Qin Yang was furious in an instant, and the true qi in his body frantically surged towards the inside of the Starfall Knife, and the Thunder Knife Sutra slashed out.
Rumble!
Countless vines were cut off, and he stood with a knife, looking at the old man who appeared in the air, his eyes flashing with a strong fighting intent.
This person's strength should be about the same as that of the war dragon, and for such a master, he is even more eager to fight.
"Nima, this should be the elders, all come out."
"It's going to be a big thing."
"Yes, Elder Ying hasn't appeared in people's field of vision for many years, and I heard that he is now impacting the peak of the Xuan Realm, and I don't know if he has succeeded in impacting."
Qin Yang tilted his head, looked at the old man in the air, and sneered: "What, you want to avenge him?" β
"Hehe, this is not enough, the matter of young people, you young people solve it directly, I just want to try your means, after all, the war dragon told me, your martial arts are very profound, I am responsible for the dragon group."
"Oh? And now? β
Ying Xiong glanced at him contemptuously: "The time is too short, and I haven't tried it yet." β
I've seen shamelessness but haven't seen such shamelessness, I obviously want to avenge Ying Zhentian and say it so high-soundingly, to be honest, he really looks down on such a person, it's better to say in a dignified way that I am just avenging my son, what's wrong?
"In that case, let's try again." Qin Yang rose into the air, and he had fought a lot of masters in the Xuan Realm, but the advanced martial artists in the Xuan Realm had not yet fought.
Suddenly speeding up, the thunder slashed out.
The entire sky shook, Ying Xiong's eyes shrank suddenly, and his body retreated backwards, and the surrounding area was directly covered with terrifying vines, trying to resist the blade in front of him.
Break it for me!
The knife was like a broken bamboo, cutting directly downward, and the vines encountered the Starfall Knife, like tofu, and were instantly chopped.
Ying Xiong's face changed slightly, and the vines in his hand were withdrawn again.
Caught off guard, Qin Yang was pulled away, he just grinned, and the mad demon overlord body directly opened the second weight.
Is it true, it wasn't his final combat strength just now?
Ying Zhentian looked at Qin Yang, who had endless means, and his heart was also shocked, he originally thought that the other party's strength was boasting, but now it seems that he has misunderstood the other party.
This Y is the real skill.
Ying Xiong's heart was greatly shaken, he has been in retreat these days, and he has not heard the legends on the rivers and lakes at all, otherwise he would not be so shaken.
"You, how did your strength improve so much?"
"What kind of exercise is this?"
"Huh, want to know?" looked at the greedy expression in the other party's eyes, and snorted coldly: "It's a pity, I won't tell you." β
Qin Yang, whose strength had skyrocketed, waved the Starfall Knife in his hand again, and fought with Ying Xiong.
The high-level martial artists of the Xuan Realm are very powerful, both in terms of combat effectiveness and combat awareness.
The two fought for half an hour, and Qin Yang was defeated in one move and was knocked away, and blood spurted out.
was about to make a move, but Ying Zhentian instantly went over to stop him: "Father, it's almost." β
Ying Xiong looked around, and only then did he remember that this was the base, nodded and smiled: "Hehe, the strength is really good, enough to be qualified to be their instructor." β
After speaking, he disappeared in place in an instant, leaving everyone looking at each other.
Qin Yang's heart slammed into his heart, and when the other party left just now, he looked at his eyes, which were accompanied by strong erosion and greed.
I'm afraid this is not a good sign, I should have taken a fancy to my mad demon overlord.
How did Nima feel more and more trapped by the war dragon, and when she came here, she had to constantly guard against poisonous snakes in the dark.
The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and there was a sense of urgency in my heart.
First the white-clothed sword saint Aotian, and now there is a Ying Xiong, it seems that he has to speed up and improve his strength recently, otherwise he will be intercepted by the other party as soon as he goes out, and it will not be fun.
The pressure was so strong that he felt like his blood was rushing.
The corners of his mouth curled, and he secretly said in his heart: "Who dies is not certain!" β