Yuan Ai stared at the dragon and burst into laughter:

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But dragons are beasts that are so easy to defeat!

After being molested by Songming and the others, Long Yan was furious!

I saw the giant dragon with its wings on the ground, and the dragon flew in the sky, spreading its wings and hanging in the air, covering the sky and the sun for a while, like a god descending, with a huge mouth, spitting out a sea of fire!

The flames are rolling, and the heat is soaring.

Dongfang Yuan Ai was unmoved, and said with a small mouth:

"Here comes the sword!"

Of course, it could also be this sentence:

"Sword?"

The "Giant/Sakura Heart" twin swords, far away in the Discipline Hall, suddenly vibrated at this moment, instantly breaking through all the shackles and flying straight towards the square!

Only two whistling sounds—

A sword flew into Yuan Ai's waist.

Another sword unsheathed, slashing at the dragon's neck!

In an instant, blood stained the sky and fell like rain. fell together, as well as the megalodon pterodactyl that is known as having more than 10,000 powers-

Divide into two portions and drop them one after the other.

The fire was silently extinguished.

Dongfang Yuanai's eyes were shining, the corners of his mouth were like waterfalls, and his small mouth was open, and he slammed into the huge dragon body.

The crowd was stunned, as if they had seen a monstrous wave, and they were speechless in shock.

Qi Yu, who had been silent on the dragon's back, stepped into the air at this moment, his sword hanging high, his face was as cold as frost, staring at Songming:

"Do you think you'll get out alive like this?"

Song Ming spread his hands:

"Or else...... Can you still get out when you die? ”

“……”

“……”

“……”

The surrounding audience was confused by Songming's logic, thinking that they had heard something wrong, and immediately booed.

Qi Ming shook his head.

Qi Yu sneered, and the sword fell:

"Songming, Songming, I can't imagine that you were a gangster back then, and you actually got to this point by simulating the Dao root, but it's a pity that your good days are over, today I will represent hundreds of disciples of the Merry Dao and kill you, the scum of the samurai world."

Song Ming was helpless, and pointed to Dongfang Yuanai, who was pouting his little buttocks not far away and burying his head in the dragon's back and gnawing wildly:

"Today, I just want to take this guy away, but I don't want to do anything to the elders again, especially in the face of the idol when he first entered the Merry Channel, the legendary real man who has already learned the mystery of the peach blossom of the Merry Channel-Uncle Qi Yu."

Qi Yu's face turned cold, and he turned to sneer:

"Have you forgotten who stepped on your head twenty years ago?"

Song Ming scratched his brain, a little dazed:

"Huh? When? I'm not that vindictive—"

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he took off the grass roots in his mouth and bounced the grass roots away like a cigarette butt:

"But since you've been reminded of me, I've got to be a little more interesting."

This "meaning" is naturally the meaning that everyone in the universe knows, and in the entire samurai academy, except for the dean and elders, no one has ever dared to speak to Qi Yu like this.

I saw Qi Yu's cuffs swing, his right hand on the scabbard, and said in a cold voice:

"It's been more than twenty years, and your tone is still the same as that of a gangster, the first order of Kaiyuan and the seventh order of feathering, do you really understand the difference? You think you can win me with your little skill? Do you think that if you kill a Jia Renwu, you think that the world is invincible? You still don't understand your innocence! ”

Song Ming only felt annoyed, stretched out his fingers into his ears, took out a piece of ear droppings and flew out:

"If you want to do it, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Before the words fell, Qi Yu raised his hand, and the green tendons on his forehead bloomed:

"Heavenly Press!"

A strong air pressure fell from the sky, directly pressing Songming to the ground.

The reconvened audience erupted in bursts of boos at this moment, mixed with ridicule, and everyone laughed at this "grassroots" teenager who pretended to be forced but was overturned by a move, and there was a cute five-year-old Lori pointing to the pine on the ground and said:

"Look, Dad, that brother has become a toad."

The audience burst into laughter.

Qi Yu continued to pinch the trick and strengthen the output of Dao power.

The air pressure on Songming's body continued to increase, and he saw that the marble beside him began to shatter, because too much air gathered, causing the space above Songming's head to gradually become turbid and thick, and it looked like a black pillar on the top of the sky from a distance.

Songming patted his ass and got up.

That's right!

In the black pillar of this sky, Song Ming patted his ass and got up like no one else!

Five-year-old Lori grinned with a mouth full of moth-eaten teeth, pointed at Songming and said:

"Dad, look, that brother has changed back into a human."

The audience couldn't laugh anymore.

Stunned, dumbfounded, incomprehensible.

What they can't understand is that they were pressed to the ground by the air pressure just now, purely because Song Ming didn't pay attention, and he didn't even stand firm on his legs and feet.

Song Ming dusted off his body, deliberately raised his volume, and shouted from afar:

"Uncle Qi Yu, can you get closer to fight, I'm not used to you being so polite."

Qi Yu sneered, rode the wind, approached Songming, and raised his hand to point:

"Soon you'll get used to it - airsoft guns."

A highly compressed air bullet emanated from Qi Yu's fingertips and shot straight at Song Ming's left chest.

The air gun of the Wind Stream Dao seems simple, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate, this is one of Qi Yu's special moves, and its power is even more than that of the crown prince Ye Liangfeng's golden gun.

Song Ming was bound by air pressure at the moment, and it was difficult to move freely, seeing Qi Yu raise his finger, there was no way to avoid it.

The chest was instantly opened, and blood gushed out.

0.03 seconds later, I heard the scream of the air gun cutting through the air, and the "sudden" sound of the air gun from Qi Yu's fingertips.

Fortunately, this "gun" hole was only opened in the chest, and his heart escaped again!

Despite this, Song Ming still felt a terrible pain in his chest, and only then did he know that the horror of Qi Yu's strength was far from being comparable to Qi Yang back then, not to mention Jia Renwu, Zhong Zhide and others.

Seeing that Song Ming was still standing and not falling, Qi Yu was also slightly surprised:

"You're still alive, monster."

Under the double pressure of air pressure and severe pain in his chest, Song Ming covered his chest, his face was ugly, and sweat was dripping from his forehead, but the expression on his face was as calm as ever, gritted his teeth and said with a smile:

"If you don't draw your sword, you can't kill me."

Qi Yu's face was cold, the anger in his heart became heavier, and his hands quickly pinched the trick:

"If you don't fight back, you'll die soon—Wind Channel, Blade Roll!"

As soon as he heard the word "Ling Chi", Song Ming knew that something was wrong, it was not that he didn't want to fight back at this moment, but that he was powerless at all, and he had nowhere to start, so he had to use his best strength and subconsciously took two steps back.

The air pressure overhead then shifted, and then spun like a tornado, faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it whistled into the air.

The accelerating wind swept up gradually, and soon it was like a sharp blade, swiping back and forth on Songming's body.

Clothes are the first to shatter.

The skin opens next.

The blood finally gushes out.

The entire gray wind-swept column quickly turned bright red.

Song Ming was suspended in the air, with nowhere to borrow strength, his whole body was in severe pain, he was really in pain like Ling Chi, his vision was blurred, and his hearing was also covered by the wind, so he had to shout from afar with his throat:

"Hey, Yuan Ai, don't you come to help you when you patronize and eat?"

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Teaser: Chapter 0120, Commentary on the Legend