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The wind and mist of the entire Valley of the Wind seemed to freeze in an instant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one could see where the man had come from, as if a dark shadow had suddenly flashed here, leaving only the sound of the wind.

What was even more surprising was that after this person suffered from Bugli's Soul Destroying Palm, he did not move at all, his chest did not shake, the corners of his mouth did not vomit blood, and there was no expression of pain.

Everyone stared at this strange man, mentally speculating on everything.

This man looked about as young as Publili, with a long stalk of grass in his mouth, and after receiving a palm, he looked down at the Soul Destroying Palm that was slapped on his chest, his face was funny, slightly funny, and suddenly opened his mouth and said straight:

"What's wrong with fighting landlords? Enlightening one's mind, prolonging one's life, and enhancing friendship are essential entertainment ...... for home travel."

The dungeon is actually a post-apocalyptic society where technology and entertainment are paramount, people are only interested in the current and future things, history is forgotten in a blink of an eye, and the memory of human beings itself has degraded a lot more than it was 10,000 years ago.

Therefore, most of the disciples of the Merry Dao, especially the new disciples who have nothing to do with Song Ming, no longer remember Song Ming's appearance.

But Shi Yun, Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan were stunned at the moment, speechless in surprise, surprised, happy and hateful, they would never forget this back, and this face that will never be beaten but no one can beat -

It's Songming!

Before the three of them could speak, Purfigli frowned slightly and asked directly:

"Who are you? Hard-wired my Soul Destroying Palm didn't respond, could it be a simulated Daogen? ”

Song Ming spread his hands, his face full of helplessness:

"Actually, I'm also your senior brother, oh little friend, I also ate your soul destroying palm thirty years ago, I have an old teacher hanging like you, and now the grave is eight ...... I think if you really want to waste people, you can use a little more force, aim again, and it's okay to cut down? ”

The corners of Pu Feili's eyes darkened, and he quickly withdrew his Spirit Destroying Palm, and subconsciously took two steps back:

"Bastard, since you are a disciple of the Merry Dao, you don't know me, and you don't know whether you are alive or dead - Full Moon Scimitar!"

I saw that between the waves of his hand, an arc-shaped wind blade slashed straight towards Songming.

Song Ming blew helplessly.

The Wind Blade then vanished.

The crowd was silent.

In the three years in the belly of the lion's head, Songming did not inhale pure air once, and absorbed a pitiful trace of oxygen in the immersion of seawater and gastric juice, and only when the lion's head drilled out of the ice, did he take advantage of the lion's big opening, suck wildly, and then maintain the underwater offering for several months, such a cruel experience, although his steam internal force has not yet been trained, but the air pressure in his body has increased more than a hundred times compared to three years ago.

The destructive power of the gas he blew out was stronger than the ultimate move of an ordinary Feather Realm Wind Flow Dao warrior, not to mention the small skill of carving insects released by Purple Feili at this level.

At this moment, Song Ming suppressed the boredom in his heart, chewed the grass roots and said seriously:

"You're actually pretty good, come on, put a big move and take a look."

"Looking for death—"

Purfigli's face was like frost, and he suddenly pinched the trick:

"Wind Channel, Ten Thousand Wild Currents!"

Before Purfiglioli could make a big move, Song Ming suddenly stepped forward in front of everyone, slapped him in the face, and the palm force first went sideways and then down, drawing a wonderful arc, slapping his entire head to the ground, and his body slowly "floated" down because of his head.

The crowd gasped, and some people recognized Song Ming's identity one after another, but no one dared to break it.

Some of the new disciples were dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

"Too strong, too shameless!"

Pu Feili, who was in the realm of the end of the tribulation of the Merry Dao, actually had no power to fight back in front of this person, and this person was actually a disciple of the Merry Dao, but he had no fluctuation of Dao power, and he relied on his fists and feet to beat Pu Feili, is it a legend......

Think about it!

After Song Ming slapped Pur Fei Li over, he spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I'm sorry, I know you want to make a big move, but I'm in a hurry to meet a few friends today, let's do it another day."

Purfigli covered his swollen bloody face, his eyes were wide open, angry and frightened, almost hysterical:

"You, you—the way!"

Song Ming stepped on it, firmly stepped on Purfiglioli's Dao Root, making it impossible to understand it at all, and shook his head:

"Dao Jie your sister, Dao Explanation, don't you understand, if you want to fight me, your Dao power will have to be at least ten or twenty times greater...... I want to think about it, it's probably as strong as your Uncle Qi Yu, speaking of you Uncle Qi Yu, it's a pity, it's a pity, if someone hadn't left his hand back then, Uncle Shi and his old man would have already been graved......"

A scene from his childhood suddenly flashed through Purfiglioli's mind, and he was immediately horrified:

"You, you're ...... Songming! You, you brute are still alive! ”

was recognized, Song Ming chewed on the grass roots, revealing a smug look:

"It seems that I'm quite famous, okay, okay, go home and do your homework, kid, wait for your grades to increase more than ten times and then come and fight with me."

The voice did not fall-

An earth-shattering cold voice sounded behind Song Ming:

"Can more than a dozen times the Dao force hit you?"

Before he finished speaking, Song Ming felt that dozens of vines suddenly grew on the bamboo platform under his feet, and the vines swam like long snakes, binding his legs in a blink of an eye, and then continuing upward, finally binding him tightly.

Look at people again-

He was a flat-headed young man, very tall, in addition to being slightly handsome, he also had a bit of wildness, and he felt that he had to lick some scars or blood marks on his face to match that face, wearing a red and white robe, and his style was not quite like that of a samurai.

But this man is a very powerful true samurai, named -

Urako.

The crowd gasped:

"Yes, it's Uncle Pu Huanzi......"

"The squad leader's brother, it's over, this Songming is over......"

"No, no, I should say that there is a good show!"

Shi Yun, Song Dabao, and Zhao Xiaochuan were stiff and nervous, sweating for Songming, and feeling guilty for their incompetence.

Pu Huanzi's cultivation is the eighth order of grass and wood Dao feathering, and the Dao power is 36 times that of Pu Feili, Song Ming was already very difficult to beat Qi Yu back then, and finally relied on inhuman patience to get by, if he fought again, he would almost definitely lose, not to mention Pu Huanzi, whose talent and Dao power were stronger than Qi Yu.

Seeing Pu Huanzi's arrival, Pu Feili seemed to have strength all of a sudden, covered his face and turned over:

"Brother, avenge me and kill this brute!"

Pu Huanzi's face was cold, and because of Ye Lan, he hated Song Ming for a long time:

"I'm going to kill all the pirates, not to mention the man who kidnapped the princess and wounded my brother!"

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