The explosion of the flesh was like a brilliant firework.

True Qi energy was raging in the sky, golden light and blood mist intertwined, and the curtain fell on the Witch Gate as if it were home.

Although he is an enemy, in the heart of the black dragon, there is still a trace of respect for him.

But this respect only exists for half a second.

His sacrifice was voluntary, and perhaps before he died, it was considered a supreme honor.

It's a pity that such glory is accompanied by the kidnapping of innocent people, and the disgusting witchcraft assembly.

In this battle, the black dragon won.

However, he did not stop, but forged ahead, even if he encountered a torrent of cement, he would destroy everything that stood in his way.

Looking at Shen Yulong's side, he was still fighting against the second-to-last quasi-grandmaster.

The two sides fought to the death, and they were covered in bruises, but Shen Yulong was very happy, and he enjoyed the process very much.

Slap the enemy with one palm, and make the opponent retreat without any fancy moves.

At the feet of the enemy, there are ripples in circles on the left and right feet, which are cyclones created by a strong storm.

"Wind Blade Legs!"

The enemy's mouth spits out stiff Chinese, but his leg skills are tiger-like.

The ferocious foot force carried the crazy flow of true qi energy, as if he was going to cut Shen Yulong in two.

As the master of the Qingmen Gate, how can he fall here.

Between the attacks of his palms, there was a snapping sound, which was made by the rubbing of his clothes.

As Shen Yulong's attack speed became faster and faster, dozens or hundreds of afterimages had appeared, and each afterimage was superimposed with power, quickly attacking the enemy's feet.

"Wind Blade Bounce Legs!"

The enemy's two-legged attacks are also getting faster and faster, he has his hands in his pockets, and his long legs of one meter two and three are like life-threatening maces, because the wind blade is all over his legs at this moment.

Shen Yulong used his energy to protect his hands, and at the same time, between slaps, he broke up the wind blades on the enemy's legs.

"I think you should give up, you are not my opponent at all!"

The enemy said contemptuously, but suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and Shen Yulong grabbed his waist violently.

"Do you know what kowtowing is like pounding garlic?!"

As soon as Shen Yulong's words fell, he grabbed his waist and smashed him to the ground.

The enemy is using his legs to exert force, and the lower plate is full of true qi energy, in order to make the attack agile and increase in power, he gives up the protection of his upper body.

Shen Yulong's move was completely confusing his opponent before, but now that his weakness is controlled by him, how can he have the strength to attack?

All the tendons and veins in his waist were fiercely grabbed by Shen Yulong, temporarily paralyzing the enemy's lower limbs.

Immediately, Shen Yulong gathered all his true qi energy in his arms, not only smashing the enemy kowtowing like pounding garlic, but also using the momentum of the dragon to cross the river.

From the face, the back of the head, and even the whole body, the enemy who was directly smashed was covered in scaly wounds, and the blood was like bursting pulp, constantly bubbling out of the wound.

Especially the nostrils of the enemy, in a state of heavy bleeding, choked themselves to death.

Call...... Call......

Shen Yulong panted and looked up as he listened to the crisp sound of broken bones coming from the corpse.

The penultimate quasi-grandmaster powerhouse had already sunk his entire face.

Not long ago, when Ye Luochen rushed towards him, before the enemy could react, he was killed in a miserable instant.

And the strength is just right, so it doesn't blow the enemy's head.

Shen Yulong looked at himself again, and not only sighed: "Compared to the Qilin Master Ye Master, my strength is simply a small thing, I don't know when I will be able to reach such a realm as him......"

The black dragon had already rushed to a higher place, and three corpses had been found in its pass, each of them in a terrifying death.

At this moment, Ye Luochen was already fighting with another Han quasi-grandmaster.

Bumper ......

The prospective grandmaster seems to be majoring in horizontal training, and all of his attacks are boxing.

"Thunder!"

The big man punched Ye Luochen with both fists, although the word thunder was in the move, but there was no thunder and lightning in fact.

The black dragon looked at it for a while and understood, the so-called thunder refers to speed.

Dahan's attack is so fast that it can't be watched with the naked eye, but there are no fancy "special effects".

A thousand punches were thrown in a second, and ten thousand punches were thrown five seconds later.

However, Ye Luochen was like a golden bell jar that did not move, allowing the enemy to beat him. The last punch fell, and a large number of explosions came from Ye Luochen's body.

The momentum is monstrous, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Every explosion is equivalent to a thunder roll.

The attack of ten thousand fists is equivalent to the so-called thunderous catastrophe.

However, this kind of explosion does not have the power of thunder, compared to thunder, Ye Luochen feels that it is better to call it a cannon battle directly.

But the black dragon behind him looked at the scalp numb, and at this moment he was thinking differently.

"If it were me, would I be able to withstand the attack of 10,000 punches?"

Thundered......

The last explosion sounded on Ye Luochen's body, and the big man looked at him in horror.

"How is it possible, unscathed!"

"Is the performance over, then it's my turn, your name for this move Thunder Tribulation is good, but it's a pity that I only have one calamity, but I don't think the name of Thunder Tribulation is good......"

Ye Luochen smiled, and his arms were in the sky: "Thunder!" ”