(1st Update)

The earth dragon turned over, the shock did not stop, and the dust was long.

The extreme power of Tylenol is terrifying, directly creating a Jedi within a radius of thirty meters, which is not accessible to the living, making people dare not easily step into it.

Just as Tylenol exhaled a breath of turbid air and felt that he had finally defeated Yang Ming, he didn't know who the crowd was, and suddenly shouted:

"Look, heaven!"

The sound fell, directly attracting the eyes of Tylenol and the surrounding melon-eating crowd into the air.

In mid-air, the flying sand and dust gradually fell, and at the same time, there was a white-clothed figure.

Yang Ming carried the mysterious sword behind him with one hand and the other hand, his white clothes fluttering, as if he was stepping on an invisible staircase, and his bangs fluttered with the cold luster of the kaleidoscope writing wheel.

Exclamations and exclamations rose one after another in the crowd.

The students looked at the figure in the sky with admiration, of course they could see that Yang Ming was a member of the advanced class who had recently joined the academy, and in the face of the all-out attack of a soul king level, not only did he not lose anything at all, but he had spare strength, how amazing was this?

If anything, what Tylenol has is extreme power.

Then, what Yang Ming has is the ultimate skill.

Tyrone's mouth was wide open, and his eyes looked at Yang Ming in the sky blankly, and he only understood at this moment why Yang Ming didn't bother to use martial souls and soul rings at all when he dealt with him before, but only used three-inch sword qi.

Yang Ming in front of him is showing his true strength, right?

Tyrone's heart was gloomy and frightened.

If Yang Ming knew what he was thinking, I'm afraid he would have to sneer, young man, what you see is only the tip of the iceberg of my strength.

At that moment, Yang Ming held the mysterious sword in his hand, and stepped into the void with his right foot, the whole person with his head down and his legs up, like a sharp arrow shooting towards Tylenol.

Tylenol's eyes froze, as a very out-of-the-way soul master, while he instilled his strength to the extreme, it also meant that his own speed was slow and tight, and in the face of an agile hand like Yang Ming, he already suffered a lot, not to mention, Yang Ming could actually fly!

Tylenol exhaled a cloudy breath to calm down the after-effects of using the ultimate again and again.

Seeing Yang Ming coming, Tai Nuo gathered his dantian, the tiger's mouth cannon shouted, his fists thundered, and the soul ring under his feet was flowing purple again.

"Soul Skill! A source of power! ”

The terrifying soul power was infused with two fists, and with each punch, it directly shot an air cannonball into the void.

The basketball-sized air cannonball is so powerful that it can easily inflict massive damage if it hits a human body, and it's a skill that Tylenol uses to target kite-flying enemies.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Yang Ming's eyes were filled with a cold blood-colored light, and in front of the Kaleidoscope Writing Wheel Eye, these air cannonballs in front of him had nothing to hide, and they were all captured by him.

Yang Ming was like a slippery loach, shuttling through the dense air cannonballs, and the cold wind blowing from the air cannonballs brushed by, only blowing the corners of his clothes to hunt, but it could not bring him the slightest damage.

Wow!

In the crowd, there was an uproar again.

Obviously, the students are all knowledgeable, and of course they understand how difficult Yang Ming's series of actions is. It's a miracle!

Approaching less than two meters above Tylenol's head, Yang Ming held the mysterious sword in his hand, and sharply unleashed the Dugu Nine Sword, and the long sword stabbed out continuously, hitting Tylenol's head and shoulders.

Tylenol stalked his neck, a pair of eyes glared angrily, stopped the useless work of the air cannonball, changed his fist to a palm, the big palm of the pu fan was wrapped in a palpitating force, one palm slapped the sword body, and the other palm slapped Yang Ming's head, wanting to attack and force Yang Ming to retreat.

In Techno's opinion, if he exchanged injuries for injuries, with his strong muscles and flesh protection, he would only suffer a slight injury at most, but if he hit Yang Ming, the opponent would definitely be hit hard.

If you calculate it this way, he must have earned it!

It's just that at this moment, Yang Mingfu was so heartfelt that he actually stepped on the void, based on the air, and stepped out of the ghost shadow!

In front of Tylenol, Yang Ming's figure flickered, because the speed was too fast, so that as if he had performed a doppelganger technique in an instant, two Yang Ming's figures appeared, true and false, false and true, real and false!

Tylenol's face changed, at this time, the two Yang Ming's sword blades were already very close, and it was too late for him to change his moves again, so he had to grit his teeth and slap his palms at the two Yang Ming respectively.

However!

To Tylenol's surprise, when his fan-like palm hit Yang Ming, it was as if it had shattered a bubble, where was Yang Ming's figure in front of him?

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking wind came from the back of Tylenol's head, and Tylenol was terrified for a moment, and he turned his head in an emergency to avoid his own fatal point.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late after all, and the sharp blade of the mysterious sword slashed past his right ear.

Whew!

In the sound of tearing, Tylenol was strong and strong, but his right ear could not be exercised, and he was still as fragile as an ordinary human, and his right ear was separated from his head in an instant!

At the same time as the blood splashed, the sword in Yang Ming's hand turned, and it suddenly rested on the neck of the frightened Tai Nuo.

Feeling the cold touch on the sword's body, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Tylenol's mouth, and he endured the pain of his broken ear and slowly raised his hands in surrender.

Shock!

It's amazing!

Seeing Yang Ming's exquisite skills to achieve the final victory, not to mention Tylenol himself, even the surrounding people who were watching the lively melon-eating crowd looked stunned.

Tai Nuo slowly turned around, looking at Yang Ming's excessively young face in front of him, the picture just now was still in his mind, with a thick question between his eyebrows, and said:

"Can you tell me why I hit you just now, but it's just two phantoms?"

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth were slightly hooked, setting off an arc that fascinated many girls, pointed to his eyes, and said:

"It's simple, because my eyes are capable of unleashing illusions that can hallucinate you in just a second."

This answer made Tylenol cry and laugh.

Even if he knew in advance, even if he did it again, he would probably lose again.

Because no one can always be vigilant, let alone in good shape, in the contrast that just now separates the winner and loser in a short instant, as long as there is the slightest hesitation, you will lose.

Yang Ming is also quite satisfied with his record.

If it were the past, he would still need to work hard to open the Eight Gates Dunjia in order to defeat the Soul King.

But now, as Yang Ming's foundation continues to deepen, even if he doesn't rely on the Eight Gate Dunjia, he can do it with all kinds of means.

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