Chapter 141, Spike

"Swallowing the heavens, the Ten Thousand Nights Heavenly Thunder is very powerful?" Lin Lao Er asked.

Swallowing Heaven Old Dao laughed dryly, and said: "How powerful, Longquan Holy Master created his own Ten Thousand Heavenly Thunder Leads, attracted Heavenly Thunder, achieved the position of a generation of grandmasters, swept overseas forces, few opponents, and now is the pillar of the Hell Angels."

"It is said that there was once a master at the grandmaster level who was defeated in his hands, and he was invincible."

"Master Ye ......" Lin Lao Er's heart was shocked.

"If Longquan is present in person, Master Ye may not have a chance of winning, but the Hei Clan's two heroes, I'm afraid it's hard to say" Swallowing Heaven Old Dao shook his head, Master Ye once released his aura, and he was already among the grandmasters, and the Hei Clan's two heroes had the inheritance of Longquan Holy Master, so the outcome of this competition is difficult to say, after all, Master Ye's fame was too short.

With the wave of Ye Chen's hands, in the sky, the dark clouds suddenly rolled up, making a huge roaring sound, and a thunderbolt the thickness of an arm burst out from the dark clouds.

Ye Chen stepped out of the sky in one step, holding the thunder in his hand, and the heavenly thunder with the thickness of his arm was wrapped around his body, like the thunder god descending to earth, the thunder that was originally extremely irritable, but now it was like a docile little snake, swimming on him.

"How is that possible?" the black tiger's face finally changed.

Compared with Ye Chen's heavenly thunder, the thunder in his hand was completely the difference between mortals and immortals, under the influence of Ye Chen's surrounding minefield, the thunder in his hand had lost control and could no longer attack at all.

"This ......", the onlookers on both sides of the Nanjiang River were speechless one by one, the young man on the Nanjiang River, holding thunder in his hand, like a god, is he really a god? How can a mortal be able to control the heavenly thunder.

"I said, you don't know what heavenly thunder is at all" Ye Chen pushed forward with both hands, and the furious thunder immediately formed a huge minefield, enveloping the black tiger.

"Ten thousand nights thunder, the name is good, but it's a pity that there is no appearance"

"Let's just let you see what the real heavenly thunder is", Ye Chen burst out, as his voice fell, the thunder around him immediately exploded, and the thick dark clouds in the sky were blasted out of a big hole, and a ray of sunlight actually shot in from the big hole in the sky.

But immediately after that, countless thunderbolts immediately poured down, and the hundred-meter area around Ye Chen was immediately detonated, completely enveloped by thunder.

The black tiger's face changed drastically, and his eyes changed from shock to horror

"Retreat, retreat quickly, Master Dao Master"

The black tiger could no longer have the heart to resist, and desperately retreated backwards.

Above the river, the waves rolled.

"Big brother save me," the black tiger let out a miserable roar.

But how did his retreating figure catch up with the surging thunder, but it was completely engulfed in an instant, and the violent thunder slashed into the black tiger's chest, instantly splitting a big hole in his body, leaving all the internal organs out, and blood flying wildly.

The thunder sea surged, and the blood that rushed out of the knot fell out of the river before it had time, and it was swallowed up in an instant, and the body of the black tiger, in the thunder sea, was turned into powder inch by inch.

"Black Tiger", the black bear was shocked in his heart, and retreated wildly, until he retreated to the Nanjiang Bridge, he never thought that Ye Chen was really a master at the level of a grandmaster, and he was a Dao master who was more difficult to practice than a martial arts master, and the twenty-year-old grandmaster actually appeared in front of him alive. Dao Law Grandmaster, even if his master, Longquan Holy Master, came, he was not sure that he would win.

He even regretted it a little in his heart, if he didn't take the enemy so lightly at the beginning, if the two joined forces, they might not have no chance, but it was a pity...... There is no regret medicine in this world.

Ye Chen held the thunder in his hand, waved his hand to kill the third on the Yellow List, and the black tiger, the disciple of the Longquan Holy Master, was like a god descending to earth, and the people on both sides of the Nanjiang River were all trembling.

"Brother", the black bear slowly clenched his fists, and the blood in his eyes appeared. Although Ye Chen kills people with the Dao method, he is practicing the art of refining the body, and he is good at hand-to-hand combat, the black bear thinks in his heart, as long as he is close to Ye Chen's body within a zhang, even if it is a Dao Sect Master, he is sure to kill him.

"Is it to advance?or to retreat?", the black bear hesitated, if it is entered, the black tiger is a lesson from the past, if it is retreated, there will be no Hei family in Jiangnan from now on.

Just when he hesitated, Ye Chen slowly clenched his fist with one hand, stepped forward, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Retreat quickly" Where did the black bear dare to resist when he saw this, and desperately retreated backwards.

The hollow voice of "Eight Styles of the North Underworld, Broken Mountains and Rivers" came from all directions.

In the frightened eyes of the black tiger, Ye Chen rushed at a speed ten times faster than him.

"How is this possible?" Ten times faster than him, it was already comparable to the speed of sound.

The black tiger roared, knowing that he had no way to escape at this time, so he could only turn around and fight back.

He threw a punch in anger, this punch contained his life's work, and on the black fist, flashing with streamers, it seemed to be invincible, as if an elephant could explode with one punch.

But Ye Chen seemed to ignore his punch, squeezed his palm with one hand, and swept out.

"Ah......h The figure that ran out also rolled down to the bridge.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his face turning pale.

The people watching the battle around their faces changed dramatically and gasped.

Ye Chen's palm was just scratched on the black bear's arm, and it was cut off together, if this palm was drawn on the body, wouldn't it be able to avoid splitting people in half.

"Too strong"

"I can only escape", the black bear only has this one thought in his heart at the moment, from birth to now, he has never encountered such a strong opponent, whether it is Lei Hai just now, or that palm knife, it is not something he can take.

His remaining palm slammed to the ground, ignoring the bloody wound of his other hand, his eyes sudden, blood appeared, and the green tendons on his body burst out.

In his mind, it has faintly confirmed those rumors on the rivers and lakes, Master Yangping Ye, the double grandmaster of martial arts and Taoism, at first he thought it was just a joke, whether it is martial arts or Taoism, it takes a lot of energy and time, without decades of work, let alone entering the Tao, let alone a twenty-year-old double grandmaster. But now, he has chosen to believe this rumor, but he realized it too late.

He was extremely fast, snatching the road and running towards the bridge, as long as he left the river and entered the city, Ye Chen would not be so unscrupulous in his Dao technique, he would have room to escape.

But behind him, a cold cheer had already been heard.

"Eight Styles of the Northern Underworld, Splitting the Void"

I saw Ye Chen's punch slowly blasting out, the speed was extremely slow, just like the old man in the park playing Tai Chi, light and weak.

The punch was blasted out, and there was no vision as if it was tickling

However, at this time, the whole person leaned forward strangely, and a large hole suddenly sank in his chest, and the blood of his internal organs was mixed together, and he shot forward.

He still maintained a forward running posture, but this step forward, his body slammed forward uncontrollably.

The Eight Styles of the Northern Underworld is the essence condensed by the master's lifelong efforts, cultivated to the fullest, the power is unimaginable, and it is used to slaughter an innate martial artist, which is really a knife for killing chickens.