No one would have thought that Ling Hao's offensive would be so sharp, like a bolt of lightning in the sky.

Feng Yan'er couldn't believe that a mortal's fist would be so swift, with desperation, with determination, and with shame hitting herself.

She closed her eyes in despair, waiting for the verdict of death.

However, the fist that was close at hand, did not swing down for a long time, Feng Yan'er slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ling Hao, his eyes were full of struggle, and the moment he met her gaze, he finally chose to make a move.

Ling Hao gave up a punch that could directly hit Feng Yan'er in the head, and instead hit Feng Yan'er in the abdomen.

With one punch, Ling Hao felt that Feng Yan'er would have at least half of his five and six internal organs injured, and half of his three souls and seven spirits would be missing.

Ahem...... I know what you're thinking, why not hit the chest?

Because it's already flat, okay! If you hit it again, you have to dent it.

Ling Hao's perennial combat experience told him that a monk like Feng Yan'er had a very strong ability to recover, and a punch would definitely not make her lose her combat ability.

Left hook, right hook, Japanese punch!

"I'll fight!"

After the last punch, he said something very cool

"Ao Ma wai, Mao, believe in Yilu!"

The huge force took Feng Yan'er out 15 meters, and she almost fell off the ring, but Feng Yan'er stood up swayingly, but her face was a little pale.

"You'll be fine, how is that possible?"

After Feng Yan'er stood still, she stared at Ling Hao, she opened the collar on her chest in public, and inside was an inch coat woven of seven-colored feathers.

Feng Yan'er sneered and said, "I'm sorry, I'm wearing a colorful phoenix feather coat, which can resist most of the external damage, and double it will be returned to the person who hurt me." You should take care of your hands first. ”

Ling Hao moved his gaze to his hands, his two hands were swollen like big watermelons, and the severe pain kept coming.

",,!"

Ling Hao endured the pain, and the ten thousand grass and mud horses in his heart galloped wildly, eager to slap himself to death.

Ling Hao was unwilling, and said reluctantly: "I really didn't expect that you still have this hand?" ”

Once you make a mistake, you will be hated for thousands of years, and it is impossible to turn back! regretted that he had made the gods not hit Feng Yan'er on the head.

"yes, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, Mr. Black Lightning!" In Feng Yan'er's words, there was a mixture of coldness and anger, and there was a trace of annoyance in it.

Ling Hao pretended to be crazy and stupid and said, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? ”

But the eyes of the masses are bright.

"I've seen this kind of scene, it's a combination technique played by Black Lightning when he was fighting with the Spirit Mage, but at that time, Black Lightning used an iron plate."

"yes, only Black Lightning can unleash such a coherent attack."

"Ling Hao, like him, is an ordinary person who has no cultivation."

For a while, the audience who carried it down was discussing it babblingly, and all kinds of doubts pointed to Ling Hao.

Looking at Feng Yan'er's determined eyes, and seeing that the discussion in the audience was getting louder and louder, Ling Hao's desire to survive was full, and he thought in his heart, he had to stop it quickly, otherwise Feng Yan'er would definitely not give him good fruits to eat.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, don't you understand, okay? It's going to die! ”

"Miss Feng, calm down, calm down, I'm just drawing a scoop on the gourd, you have to know how I can be handsome with black lightning."

Feng Yan'er looked at Ling Hao and still didn't cry when he saw the coffin, and said coldly: "I have my own measure. ”

Ling Hao's hanging heart fell for the most part, he shouldn't have been beaten, Feng Yan'er didn't defend with all his strength, and he had a chance to play the same combination technique as just now.

But men, especially straight men, will simply think that girls' hearts are as broad as the prairie.

In fact, girls are cautious, especially when they are deceived by the people she cares about, the heart eye is simply smaller than the eye of a needle.

Feng Yan'er's next words made him fall into hell, she said: "Yes or no, I'll know if I try." ”

"Don't, if you have something to say......" Ling Hao was shocked before he finished speaking.

Feng Yan'er's hands were compared to sword fingers, up and down, and closed in front of her chest, and suddenly the spiritual power around her was as rich as a cloud and as violent as fire. The hair on his forehead was also fluttering with the surging spiritual power, and his pretty face was particularly beautiful.

"Spirit Soldier Realm, Five, Six, Seven, Eight...... Ninth Order! I rub! Nitama, you're only sixteen years old, you're a demon! ”

He had never eaten pork, but Ling Hao had still seen pigs run.

After reading so many books, I naturally won't forget what the book says, the ninth order of the spirit soldier, the spiritual power is solidified, like an auspicious cloud, and the distance between the spirit soldier and the difference between a line and a line!

How can this be fought, is there still heavenly reason? Even if Ling Hao opened the law at this moment, there was no hope at all.

Let me win, I'll kneel down for you and sing conquest!

Ling Hao almost said this. Feng Yan'er didn't wait for him, his hands quickly sealed, and he shouted softly: "The twenty-ninth of the bound path, the hundred ghost lanterns." ”

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

On the ring, clusters of blue flames instantly rose, floating around Feng Yan'er, like a hundred ghosts carrying lanterns, guarding their masters. They blocked Ling Hao's path to Feng Yan'er, and if they didn't defeat them, don't think about getting close to Feng Yan'er.

Before the seal was over, he shouted again: "The twentieth of the spiritual path, the spring light bathes the body." ”

A blue light rose in Feng Yan'er, and in an instant, Feng Yan'er's pale face turned ruddy.

Seal up, drink again, this seal Ling Hao recognizes, intermediate spiritual art.

He read it out: "Thirty-three of the Broken Dao, the Azure Dragon." ”

Feng Yan'er followed, "Thirty-three of the Broken Dao, the Heavenly Flame Dragon." ”

Feng Yan'er's spiritual power suddenly lost seventy percent, turned into auspicious clouds and fled into the sky, and a dragon chanted in the fire clouds above her head, resounding in all directions.

The Nine Dragons chanted and changed dramatically, and the sky turned into a green dragon.

A lifelike flame dragon was slowly forming at the top of the clouds, and once it succeeded, it would be Ling Hao's end.

Between the three breaths, connect the three seals. The binding path, the spiritual path, the broken path, the three paths are smoothly converted, without any stagnation, even Ling Hao had to praise Feng Yan'er's supreme qualifications.

Faced with this situation, Ling Hao had only one thought, is it too late to sing conquest now?

With sixty breaths left, Yanlong will sweep through the Eight Desolations and end this seemingly farce duel.

Sixty breaths seemed to be Feng Yan'er's test for Ling Hao, whether he could break the defense of the Hundred Ghost Lantern and interrupt his spellcasting.

"Damn, you play a duel so hard? The clay man still has a three-point temper, and labor and management fight with you. ”

Ling Hao picked up the cold iron cauldron and rushed towards her who was casting spells, he still underestimated the strength of the Hundred Ghost Lanterns.

As soon as he stepped into the guard range of the Hundred Ghost Lanterns, the blue flames rushed directly towards Ling Hao as if they had spotted the enemy's invading soldiers.

Ling Hao set up a cold iron cauldron to block, but there were too many of them. He used his agility to block the attacking fireball, but the sporadic flames that the fireball exploded still scorched his body from time to time, and after a while, Ling Hao's clothes were ignited by the sporadic flames, and he had to retreat immediately, grabbed the powder prepared in his pocket, and sprinkled it at the burning place, stopping the burning flames.

Time was pressing, Ling Hao suddenly ran to the edge of the ring and shouted to the crowd: "Zhou Jin, start Plan B, Plan B for labor and management!" ”