One move!

With just one move, the real person in the seventh-order foundation building period was blown away and fell to the ground, as miserable as it was!

This scene surprised everyone, they had imagined that the two would experience a big battle, and they had also imagined that Yang Xiaomu would win, but no one thought that Yang Xiaomu would win so cleanly! Although it is said that winning is a bit tricky, but the real person of Hanjian is a real person after all, and there is no moisture at all!

However, in front of Yang Xiaomu, he was like a chicken!

But, that's not the end of it......

Bang bang bang......

Yang Xiaomu flashed in front of Han Jian Zhenren, a burst of punches and kicks, each blow was accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, until the end, Han Jian Zhenren's nose was blue and his face was swollen, as if he had hypochondriasis, and he was paralyzed.

Originally, he could still roar a few times and resist a few times, but now he could only moan weakly.

As tragic as it is!

Everyone watching the battle was silent, but their faces twitched. Especially the Jurchen, he was even more afraid. Fortunately, it didn't go too far just now, otherwise, I'm afraid I would be the one who will be beaten now!

Think about it, a real person who was beaten like this by an inner disciple would not only lose face, but what was even more terrifying was that the blow to Dao Xin was extremely huge, and he would even collapse!

Pinching Han Jianzhen's neck and lifting it up, Yang Xiaomu's face was full of banter, "Don't look at me with this kind of look, because you are going to die later, there is no other reason, I just want to prove myself and prove that I am qualified to participate in the martial arts competition in the near future!" ”

"You're here to prove yourself?" Han Jian Zhenren stared at Yang Xiaomu incredulously, hating to eat him.

"Not bad! Just to prove yourself! Yang Xiaomu nodded very seriously.

Han Jian Zhenren couldn't hold back any longer, and held back his internal injuries, and blood flowed out along the seven orifices.

Nima! What a fucking reason for this!

If you want to prove yourself, whatever Lao Tzu does, you have to fight half to death.

Hearing this, the others were equally skeptical. This guy acts completely out of the ordinary!

No! Simply crazy! A madman like that Holy King!

For such a simple reason, he made a big fuss in the Cold Sword Palace and fought a lot, what is it if he is not a madman.

"Let him go, you can not die!" Endless snowflakes floated in the sky at some point, converging into an icy and jade figure, but at this moment, this beautiful face was covered with frost.

Blizzard King!

The Flying Snow Saint King was really angry, Han Jian Zhenren was a cousin in her family, and the relationship between the two had always been very good, but today, this cousin was beaten into a pig's head under his nose, and the anger in the Flying Snow Saint King's heart was beyond measure.

"I said, if you win me, he can not die! But obviously, he lost, so ......" Yang Xiaomu glanced at the Flying Snow Saint King lightly, and crushed the neck of the Cold Sword True Man with a click, "So I can only die!" ”

Shock!

Everyone felt the shock!

Yang Xiaomu is decisive and ruthless, even in front of the Flying Snow Saint King, there are no taboos, he kills when he says, he doesn't take real people seriously at all, and he doesn't take the door rules seriously!

Han Jian Zhenren just kicked his legs, and then he lost his life, and was thrown by Yang Xiaomu casually, like a puddle of mud falling to the ground.

Just dead?

A lot of people ask themselves!

But the facts of blood tell them that the real person of Hanjian died like this, and he can be said to be the saddest real person in history, and he was killed just because of a very small reason.

And at this time......

The fury of the Flying Snow Saint King was like a snowflake around him, sweeping across the entire mountain.

Wrath!

The wrath of renunciation!

Suddenly dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the figure of the Flying Snow Saint King could no longer be seen clearly, because her figure was shrouded in endless snowflakes.

Around her, countless snowflakes condensed into nine snow dragons, all of which had different shapes, but they were undoubtedly all hideous, exuding terrifying murderous intent!

Flying snow is thousands of miles away!

The Flying Snow Saint King's trick to fame!

Everyone retreated again and again, they knew very well that the Flying Snow Saint King was going to kill Yang Xiaomu with the force of a thunderbolt, not leaving him a chance to resist, and similarly, not leaving a chance for others to save their lives!

However, Yang Xiaomu did not retreat, because the Flying Snow Saint King had locked him, and even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he would not be able to escape this killing blow. He even said that if he chose to retreat, he would only die faster.

However, Yang Xiaomu knew that the eldest princess would definitely pay attention to herself in secret, and she had also proved her strength, so she couldn't sit idly by.

Rumble!

Finally, at a certain moment, the Flying Snow Saint King seemed to have lost his patience, and the nine snow dragons were trapped in the sky and the ground, and rushed to Yang Xiaomu in the blink of an eye, and the hideous snow dragons wanted to tear him to pieces.

But at this moment, the eldest princess still didn't make a move!

It was impossible for Yang Xiaomu to pin all his hopes on others, and he took out the crystal ball without hesitation, but at the moment when he was about to urge, he stared at the sky violently!

The dazzling golden light pierced through the thick dark clouds, and a dragon-shaped fist was like a big sun, shining on the eight desolations and six he.

Lift the clouds and see the sun!

With the fall of this fist, the nine snow dragons that rushed in anger collapsed, and they were scattered with one punch!

The golden light dissipated, and a golden figure, like the god of war, was suspended in front of Yang Xiaomu.

Not bad! It's levitation!

This figure is tall and straight, with fluttering black hair!

Although he didn't do it again, his whole body exuded a terrifying battle intent, fighting the heavens and the earth and fighting ghosts and gods.

It's as if he was born to fight, to fight, to die!

"Battle Saint King!" The Flying Snow Saint King didn't attack again, but stared at the person with a solemn face, "Have you taken that step?" ”

"Nope! But it's not far away! "The golden-clothed man known as the Fighting Saint King, his voice is like a golden stone, sonorous and powerful.

"Can you give me a face, I owe you a favor!" The Flying Snow Saint King said, "Moreover, I can guarantee that you will not be held accountable in the courtyard afterwards!" ”

"No!" The Fighting Saint King was not polite at all.

The Flying Snow Saint King's gaze froze, and the snowflakes around him flew even more violently, but after a long time, he took a deep breath and turned around and walked into the Cold Sword Palace.

Fight the Holy King!

The chief disciple of Tian Yuan Academy, the Fighting Saint King!

Known as the Fighting Saint King of the Maniac!

The Divine Dragon Sees the Fighting Saint King!

The second-ranked Fighting Saint King on the Demon List!

Many people even speculate that if it is a one-on-one heads-up, the Fighting Saint King will not necessarily lose to the top-ranked Ghost Slayer, after all, Ghost Slayer is a killer and never goes head-to-head with people.

"Meet the Fighting Saint King!" Almost everyone fell to the ground, revered from the bottom of their hearts.

The Battle Saint King is not only the pride of Tian Yuan Academy, but also the idol of the vast majority of the younger generation, and of course, the Prince Charming in the hearts of many female monks.

Young, strong and handsome, such a man, it is difficult not to attract people.

"Thank you, Battle Saint King!" Although the other party was also coquettish, Yang Xiaomu still saluted and spoke, not feeling annoying, on the contrary, this person also gave him a feeling of familiarity, and he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere......

(End of chapter)