"Woooo

Suddenly, the young man's face turned pale, and he threw out three cold rays of light.

As soon as this cold light came out, Meng Yang's heart moved, and at the same time, his body flashed to the side strangely.

And the three cold rays shot by the young man were also scattered at this time, one left and one right, blocking his entire dodge direction.

Before he landed, Meng Yang had a cold face, staring at the three cold rays that were shot, his waist was hard in the air, he changed his body shape, and under the somersault he landed, held it up with one palm, twisted his feet, and just dodged the hidden weapon from the left, and the hidden weapon that had been shot from the right and above, under the force of Meng Yang's single palm, bounced up his entire body, flipped backwards, and dodged in a thrilling way.

This action is really like flowing water, extremely elegant, if it weren't for the three-step Yama in his body, such an action, even if he studied for a few years, he might not be able to do it as elegantly as Meng Yang, and even if he could do it, it would not be so easy.

Seeing Meng Yang's face, he was not angry but happy, and his expression was excited, and he was full of the meaning of snatching possession of Meng Yang's martial arts.

When Meng Yang stabilized his body and pulled out the embroidered spring knife, the young man once again threw out a flying knife hidden weapon the size of six fingers.

"Since you want to have fun, then I, Meng Yang, will accompany you to play. ”

Meng Yang, who had no intention of consuming with the other party, stepped on the three-step Yama and quickly dodged behind the bamboo trees to take the opportunity to approach the young man.

Since the other party is a master of hidden weapons, it will not be good in close quarters.

With the secret technique of the three-step Yama method, Meng Yang is full of confidence, as long as he seizes the slightest opportunity, he will definitely make the other party regret it.

Both of them had the intention of not using spiritual power without spiritual power, after all, under the overflow of spiritual power, it would attract other cultivators, and even the existence of the middle stage of the Primal Martial Realm, then it would be too late.

The young man slapped his big hand on the storage ring, took out a short gun, and rushed towards Meng Yang.

Meng Yang flashed the other party's secret weapon, and as soon as he turned around, the young monk's attack had already arrived.

"When. ”

Meng Yang tied his horse's steps, lifted the embroidered spring knife, and with a twist of his wrist, he hit the short spear stabbed by the young monk.

The spiritual power surged, and the meat pile gong shook the short spear stabbed by the young man at the same time.

Then, Meng Yang's big hand grabbed in the air, and the heart-grabbing blade quickly condensed.

Hardly without any hesitation, he threw himself at the young man's door.

As long as the youth has no time to block the defense, just one blow, the opponent will definitely be seriously injured.

However, the young man did not panic, the corners of his mouth rose and he sneered, and the other hand without a short gun and gloves suddenly burst out with a ghostly light, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly overflowed, and he grabbed the blade thrown by Meng Yang and pinched it on the spot.

The exploding air waves ran down from head to toe, causing the young man's feet to sink three inches into the ground.

It even blew the aftermath of Meng Yang's blade being spread out, pushing out three meters away.

"Initial Initial Double Mirror!"

"Initial Martial Soul Realm..."

The two of them looked at each other solemnly at the same time.

Sweeping the gloves that the young man was wearing on his right hand, Meng Yang couldn't help frowning.

This hard-fought resistance did not cause any harm to the young monk.

In particular, the heart-grabbing dark energy that was fought out was also eliminated in an instant when the young monk was using his spiritual power.

The young monk also couldn't imagine that Meng Yang, with the strength that had just entered the initial realm, forced himself to expose his cultivation in advance to fight with his spiritual power. And judging from the strength of the spiritual power condensation, it is obvious that Meng Yang has not yet refined the martial soul, but simply relied on his martial arts to fight hard with himself, which made the young man feel even more incredible.

You must know that condensing the martial soul and stepping into the first martial arts is the real first martial realm.

Like Meng Yang, he stepped into the first martial arts before condensing the martial spirit, and he couldn't even be called a heavy realm.

This is only true for people who are extremely confident in themselves, and even in their potential.

Obviously, such a person is either invincible in the same rank, or the most outstanding person in the same rank.

At this moment, neither of them moved, staring at each other, and the bamboo leaves falling from the bamboo forest around them, like a boat in the sea, flipped in front of the waves and were blown away by the wind. And the clothes and hair of the two are also dancing with the wind.

Pieces of bamboo leaves shone down in the warm sun, reflecting the two of them and their surroundings.

At this moment, a bamboo leaf happened to fall from between the two of them, and Meng Yang and the young monk's eyes were always vigilantly looking at each other, as if time had stood still. And the bamboo leaf, as if enjoying the warmth brought by the warm sun, lazily and slowly falling to the ground.

At the moment when the leaves fell to the ground, Meng Yang and the young man suddenly moved.

Meng Yang carried the embroidered spring knife, stretched it forward, and stabbed it.

The young man was still unhurried, his expression was calm and he stepped back, and when his body was upside down, he supported the ground with his hands, and threw off his legs, so that the embroidered spring knife that came from the stabbing was just between the outstretched legs.

Frowning, Meng Yang's hand was not slow, and he used his spiritual power at the moment, injected it into the embroidered spring knife, and cut it off at the young man's ankle, as long as he hit, the young man would not die or be disabled, you must know that if this sword went down, the young monk's entire hamstring was afraid that it would be picked out.

The expression of the young monk who was flat in his expression, his expression changed for the first time, he had a gloomy face, his legs upside down, turned, and his feet stepped on the body of the embroidered spring knife, while avoiding the important attack parts, and following the strength of the embroidered spring knife, he sank downward, and while removing the strength of the embroidered spring knife, he put the center of the smashed fall to the ground on his knees.

As the knees condensed into a bowl-like spiritual light, the young man was smashed to the ground by the huge energy that filled the body of the flying sword.

"Boom..."

There was a dull sound of steel colliding, and the young man's entire knee was smashed into the dirt field.

There were countless cracks around the knee that were three inches long.

Seeing that he had succeeded in one blow, Meng Yang held the knife with both hands, twisted his body, and stepped on the three-step Yama, as if he had been moved in place by an invisible big hand, with the faint spiritual power ghost on the embroidered spring knife, he quickly slashed away from the other side of the young man.

As soon as he raised his head, the young man's gaze was filled with a slender cold light that was getting bigger and bigger.

Not only did he react, he stretched out his gloved palm and used the spiritual power in his body, wanting to grab it again and unload the attack.

But Meng Yang's embroidered spring knife has been injected with the power of the sword cutting technique, how can it be such a simple attack just now, not to mention the young monk, the whole body that was slapped by Meng Yang's knife just now is on the ground, there is no place to borrow strength, how to block it.

The embroidered spring knife that overflowed with the ghostly light of spiritual power, in the eyes of Meng Yang, who had a cold face, quickly slashed into the palm of the young man's hand who stretched out his five fingers to grasp, only to see that the young man's entire arm was instantly stabbed by the power of the flying sword, becoming bent, and the sound of bone cracking came out, and the young monk's entire body was also under this huge force, like a cannonball, flying backwards.

After repeatedly breaking several bamboo trees with thick arms, he stopped castration and fell to the ground.

Yin Hong's blood spurted out of the mouth of the young man who looked pale and sweated on his forehead, and his gloved hands were trembling continuously.

Enduring the stinging pain in his arm, the young man gritted his teeth, held the bamboo tree behind him with a grim expression, and slowly stood up.

Meng Yang, who was running with the embroidered spring knife, still had a cold face, and did not intend to give the other party any chance, if it weren't for the precious body secret technique of the three-step Yama, now, it must be him who is lying there.

Looking at Meng Yang's rushing figure, the young monk did not move, nor did he have any intention of swallowing the pill, but his eyes were full of pleading.

Meng Yang sneered, and rushed towards it even faster, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand was accompanied by a killing machine, glowing with spiritual power.

After some things, he has understood the rules of survival as a monk, since he dares to provoke himself, pity and sympathy, it is reserved for the dead, although he can't be as bloodthirsty as a murderer, but he won't let any danger blow and blow again.

As the embroidered spring knife in his hand was slashed away, the young monk with a look of regret and pleading eyes changed, and with the raised corners of his mouth, and a grim expression full of disdain, the arm that was still trembling just now and wearing gloves was raised violently when Meng Yang lifted the embroidered spring knife and slashed it.

When the light was shining, the gloves actually came out of their hands, forming a palm-shaped, and suddenly hit Meng Yang's chest, and as the embroidered spring knife came out of his hand and flew out, Meng Yang's whole body was like a shrimp, bowed up, and flew away.

The strength and speed were so great that Meng Yang's entire body was actually dragging a long body mark on the ground, and when the heavy impact of his back formed cracks on the stone rock, the torturous pain came slowly.

And the glove was also attacking Meng Yang for a moment, and it fell to the ground and spontaneously combusted, and the young man who watched it was in pain.

However, when he took a deep breath and looked at Meng Yang, his color changed to a sneer and walked over.

Meng Yang stared at the young monk who came and hurriedly got up, but at this time, his body did not react uncontrollably, as if he was imprisoned, except for the aura that Tian Dan kept rushing to his chest to recover his injuries, he couldn't even move his fingers, which made Meng Yang's face pale, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

Walking slowly in front of Meng Yang, the young monk shook his head, picked up the short snatch on the ground, looked at Meng Yang with a relaxed expression, and then patted the dust on his body, and said seriously: "Feel it?"

"I really didn't expect that you are young, but your cultivation is the same as mine, your talent is really good, if it is the same level of strength, I am afraid that I will only have the share of escape, and I can force me to use a killer weapon, you are also the first person I have killed, so in order to prevent future troubles, I will not keep my hands." ”

After the young monk finished speaking, the short spear in his hand stabbed towards Meng Yang Dantian.

Meng Yang's expression was calm, his face was gloomy and he pulled his hands on the ground, trembling constantly, and his whole body, under that nameless confinement, began to move to resist, and a strong consciousness began to rush towards the confinement of the body.

"Good boy, I really can't leave you behind!"

The young man smiled evilly, and the head of the short spear that he had stabbed off was even more faintly glowing at this moment.

But Meng Yang was not only not afraid, but also laughed, and the disdain in the laughter made the young man's body weird on the spot.

An indescribable feeling suddenly filled his mind, and he saw a silk thread with blood drilling out of the young man's eyebrows, bringing up three blood stains that spread out like stamens, and scattered them on the ground.

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