Hearing this, the onlookers and the disciples of the Aya family at the door all laughed.

In particular, the disciples of the Ayaya family laughed exaggeratedly.

Ayabuchi is scolding without swearing.

"Hmph, strong people never talk nonsense, and they don't talk much with the weak, make a move, Ayabuchi!"

Meng Cang laughed angrily, the momentum of his tall body became more and more fierce and powerful, and he already had a feeling of overwhelmingness.

"Okay, as you wish!"

Ayabuchi took a deep breath and strode out, his face surprisingly solemn.

He felt an extremely dangerous aura in Meng Cang's body.

This kind of danger has not even been felt by Bai Xuefeng, Hong Ming and other "Young Five".

Some elders of the Aya family also walked out when they heard this.

looked at Meng Cangjie and frowned.

"The aura on this young man's body is so savage and familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere!"

"I feel this way, too, the feeling of being standing in front of me is like a beast, this familiarity, I am frightened, but I can't explain why it is so!"

"Punch me!"

Meng Canghu's eyes were filled with extremely powerful battle intent, and his tall body galloped in, and a huge amount of power was brewing in it, as if even the surrounding air was squeezed and concave.

It's like a humanoid tank.

The punching bag's big fist smashed down without any tricks.

Ayabuchi didn't dare to hold it up, and his body took two steps back, and his feet made an arc in place.

Immediately slapped it out.

The palm wind has a pale blue color.

At first, it was unremarkable, but it rose in the middle of the storm, and turned into a huge cyan palm halfway, directly enveloping Meng Cang's fist.

Phew!

The two are in contact.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

The ground beneath the feet of the two men immediately dented, and the cracks like spider webs spread in all directions, which looked shocking.

The robes of the two were rattling and their energy was blowing.

The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth also became chaotic.

Circling around the two.

The complexions of the two are also different.

Ayabuchi is as calm and peaceful as ever, while Meng Cang is like a bloodthirsty beast, crazy, savage, and terrifying.

This went on for about two seconds.

The next moment.

The corners of Meng Cang's mouth pulled a sneer, and his already thick arms actually stirred, and the green tendons beat like small snakes.

The momentum of the whole body is also soaring.

And it exploded rapidly.

Directly pushed Ayabuchi backwards.

There was a loud grinding sound, leaving a furrow about three inches deep in the ground.

The onlookers gasped, this Meng Cang is too violent and crazy, this is simply a humanoid tank.

No, beast-shaped tanks to be exact.

completely suppressed Ayabuchi in terms of momentum.

I couldn't help but worry about Ayabuchi.

Ayabuchi's face was still extremely calm, and his right palm quickly slapped on his left hand.

The momentum of the whole body is also soaring.

Forcefully stopped the decline, and kicked out with a kick, as fast as lightning and thunder.

Meng Cang's movements were not slow.

Knee side block.

Flesh and flesh and bone to bone.

The two of them stepped back in unison.

"Yes, that's interesting!"

The madness at the corner of Meng Cang's mouth became more and more crazy, and the words pounced again before the words fell.

The punching bag's big fist wrapped in amazing power and smashed over.

Ayabuchi's palms also floated continuously, and the artistic conception of wind and fire fused together, forming a huge palm to meet it.

It's another hot bump.

It's still a dead end.

The battles look extremely exciting.

It was a great deal of excitement for passers-by.

But the elders of the Aya family frowned very tightly.

The battle now seems to be a dead end.

But the rhythm and initiative are firmly in Meng Cang's hands.

Because Ayabuchi's fighting style is dexterous, using strength to fight, and dialing thousands of pounds in four or two, the current hard fight is obviously not in line with his fighting style.

Once you can't play your own fighting style, your strongest combat power will obviously not be able to play.

And many Ayayuan elders also saw it very clearly, it was not that Ayabuchi was unwilling to fight with his own fighting style, but that he was suppressed by Meng Cang.

Passive combat is being fought.

If you continue like this, you will definitely lose.

If you want to win, you can only play your own fighting style.

But the situation in front of us is not easy to say.

The elders of the Ayaya family were anxious, and Ayayuan was also a little anxious in his heart, Meng Cang's attack was like a raging storm one after another, not giving him a chance to breathe at all.

In just a dozen rounds, more than half of his true yuan had already been consumed.

He could feel that Meng Cang was strong, and he hadn't done his best yet, and the same was true for him.

But this kind of battle made him feel aggrieved and awkward.

"Lion King Hug!"

Meng Cang was like a lion in the wilderness, a fierce mess, and swooped down directly from the sky, his hands dancing in front of his chest, surrounded by a rich true yuan, forming a huge lion shape.

The lion roared, and the true yuan shook.

The true yuan within a few hundred meters was evacuated in an instant.

It became a vacuum.

What a ferocious mess.

"Thousand Blades!"

Ayabuchi's face was so solemn that he could squeeze out the water, and his palms slashed quickly, and the cyan palm wind carried red flames, showing the shape of a blade.

Densely packed with mountains and wilderness.

And it is extremely fast, able to cut through the void and multiply the speed.

Thereby increasing combat effectiveness again.

Roar....

The True Yuan Lion roared angrily, opened its bloody mouth and swallowed many blades into it.

The crackling sound rang out over and over.

It's like setting off firecrackers.

The color of the True Yuan Lion has faded a little, but it is still fierce.

Pounced directly at Ayabuchi.

The strength of Meng Cang's move was beyond Ayayuan's expectations, and his body technique was quickly withdrawn.

Bang!

The next moment, a large hole was immediately blown open in the place where it was.

This is still the power after the nerf.

It's chilling.

"Hehe, are you running out of donkey skills? I'm starting to get a little disappointed!"

Meng Cang's face was full of sarcasm, but the movements of his hands did not stop, launching a stormy attack,

"Okay, then I'll show you my true strength!"

Ayabuchi was also in a hurry, and while dodging, his palms quickly moved forward and brought them together, stretching out horizontally.

Then ten blue rays of light burst out from between the ten fingers.

It's a bit of a six-vein divine sword.

The blue light flickered and shuttled, the speed was fast to the limit, and it galloped towards Meng Cang!

Make a "whoosh" sound.

"This is the popular sword, Senior Brother Ayabuchi's killing move, the power is not like words, it is said that even the elders dare not take it hard!"

"Well, speed means attack, I'm almost invisible to the naked eye, how can I dodge!"

The eyes of the Ayajia disciples lit up, but their faces were still a little uneasy, the attack power of the Fengxing Sword was undoubted, but it was not suitable to use it at this time.

Whether you can win Meng Cang is really a bit hanging!

(End of chapter)