Dongfang Yuan was stunned, so he pulled his head out of the dragon body, puffed out his cheeks, and shook his head angrily:

"Why are you still so bad, Xiaomao! How many years has this been? ”

Song Ming's ears were sharp, and he vaguely heard a rough idea, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while:

"Why are you so obsessed with 'Xiaomao' for so many years? I'm in prison, who can level up like you? Well, what about the teammates who said yes, come and help the handle, I'm really not good at fighting alone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Dongfang Yuanai's little face was stunned, his eyes showed a cold light, and he suddenly disappeared out of thin air-

The auditorium gasped and was speechless.

In front of dozens of cameras and nearly 1,000 people in the audience, Dongfang Yuanai's little face was solemn, his hands were combined, and he jumped forward, and the whole person was like diving, instantly plunged into the dragon's body.

Everyone gasped.

The audience was silent.

Some people rely on beauty to attract attention, some people rely on pretending to attract attention, and some people rely on brain-dead to attract attention, or that sentence, the difference between people is sometimes bigger than the difference between people and pigs!

Song Ming looked up at the sky, wanting to cry without tears:

"I don't trust women anymore......"

Qi Yu sneered:

"You want a woman to help you in battle, are you really a man?"

Quick pinch:

"Wind Flow, double skills in parallel, internal and internal organs!"

In a moment—

The towering blood-colored tornado as tall as a pillar successively drilled into his body from Songming's mouth, nose, ears and even eyes, and the tornado entered his body, stirring back and forth like a sharp blade, cutting through blood vessels, muscles, and internal organs......

Song Ming fell from the sky, paralyzed on the ground motionless like a wild dog that had been crushed by a truck, bleeding from his seven orifices, only to feel that his body seemed to be hollowed out, and the pain occupied every nerve, repeatedly entering his brain, almost suffocating him.

My mind went blank.

But his lips were twitching, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible, but mocking:

"As I said, if you don't draw your sword, you can't kill me."

This sentence is completely inaudible to the audience because the voice is too small.

But when Qi Yu heard it in the Merry Channel, it was a little bit of a good ear:

"I seem to be underestimated, since you are not dead in this way, it seems that I can only be a little more serious."

Qi Yu's eyes were full of cold light, and he pinched his hands:

"Wind Channel, Vacuum World!"

The air in a radius around Song Ming was instantly drained, and a hemispherical pale white air hood rose up, blocking the influx of air outside.

It's for the vacuum world!

In the Wind Flow Channel, the "Vacuum World" is an invincible Dao technique, this air hood can not only last for a long time, but also can move with the human body, which can be called a bug, and any living thing can be consumed alive.

The crowd held their breath and stared intently at Songming.

A minute passes, five minutes pass, a quarter of an hour passes......

There was a whisper in the crowd:

"It's over."

"Senior Uncle Qi Yu's vacuum world is simply a bug!"

"It's just that this guy is too durable, is it really a monster?"

"No matter how powerful a monster is, it is still a beast after all, where is the opponent of humans?"

"It's miserable, this can't be considered a battle anymore, this is simply a one-sided torture!"

Qi Yu didn't listen to a word of these voices.

For he heard this whisper of great strength from a vacuum:

"If you don't draw your sword, you can't kill me...... What are you afraid of? ”

The corners of Qi Yu's eyes darkened, his eyes showed a terrifying and ruthless color, and the blue tendons on his forehead bloomed:

"Live, yet, yet, no, die—well, as you wish!"

Before the words fell, Qi Yu instantly drew his sword.

I saw that the cold light of the sword blade flashed, the soles of its feet were slippery, and the whole person flew towards the pine like a violent wind.

In terms of running speed, no one can outrun the earth-stone samurai.

When it comes to swimming speed, no one can swim past the Shimizudo samurai.

In terms of flight speed, no one has ever flown the Merry Path Samurai.

At this moment, Qi Yu's heroic posture of flying close to the ground, like a purple kingfisher, swept across the water in an instant.

At the scene and in front of the TV, 99% of the women between the ages of 18 and 80 years old are full of spring hearts, beautiful eyes, staring closely at the beauty of that moment.

Song Ming shaved his feet and slammed his fist at Qi Yu.

A quarter of an hour of vacuum time allowed Song Ming to recover a lot of muscle strength, he clearly knew the gap between himself and Qi Yu, he understood that once he failed to attack, the other party would inevitably distance himself to death, so he had been waiting, waiting for an illusion that could make the other party feel absolutely safe, waiting for a melee attack made by the opponent after being in the way of people or being angry, and even more waiting for an opportunity for the opponent to avoid the inevitable punch.

This fist, which has been prepared for a long time, is called the "Iron Fist" of the Nine Styles.

His fist was fast and fierce, and it slammed into Qi Yu's head.

In the eyes of the audience, it was just a matter of a second - Qi Yu flew in, Qi Yu landed - and was hit to the ground by Song Ming like playing baseball and swatting flies.

The execution ground suddenly froze, and there was silence in an instant.

The crowd gasped, their eyes were shocked as if they had seen a monstrous wave, and even Qi Ming, Ye Lan and the bishops on the stage were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Qi Yu's head was slammed to the ground, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his body was constantly twitching, blood and white foam came out of his mouth, his brain was violently shaken for a moment, and his consciousness appeared a brief blank.

The vacuum world disappears!

Song Ming dragged the remnants over, made up another punch, cut off his right hand holding the sword, bowed down, put his mouth close to Qi Yu's ear, and opened the pretending quotation:

"I'm sorry, I forgot to say something to you, you can't kill me if you draw your sword!"

This sentence instantly pulled Qi Yu back from the brink of coma, and slammed the trick with one hand:

"Explanation!"

Songming grinned:

"It's late."

Then a punch fell, smashing through Qi Yu's right chest, crushing his Dao Root in an instant.

Then he turned over and stomped on Qi Yu's neck with a kick:

"Thank you Uncle for reminding me, it reminds me of the little thing that was stepped on by you twenty years ago, now that we are clear, can we let my nephew go?"

"You brute ......"

After dropping such a sentence with a swollen sausage mouth, Uncle Qi Yu, who was peerless, lost consciousness.

Although Matsumei did not end Qi Yu's life with a killer, for Qi Yu, his career as a samurai came to an end, and his decades-long romantic time also ended, and he will spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed and a nursing home.

The female audience was disappointed and cried, leaving and turning off the TV.

The men's eyes were focused on another man.

Another grassroots teenager who is always injured but keeps a pretending posture all the time.

Talented people have come out of the country, and the legend that the samurai academy is known as the first handsome man in the millennium will eventually become a commentary on another legend.

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Teaser: Chapter 0120, The Human Sandwich