Five: "Yun Haotian, it's still too late for you to enter my Five Thunder Gate now." Wang Mingyu was joking.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you. ”

Everyone in the arena stands saw that little bit of people, and they instantly became extremely tall, as if the "sky" supported by the eight demon king stone pillars could not accommodate this person, as if it was about to break through the sky.

This is Yun Haotian's real strength.

Almost everyone in the stands lost Yun Haotian's figure in their sight, not only because of Yun Haotian's stealth method, but also because of Yun Haotian's body method, which was twice as fast as Fang Cai.

Only the Great Martial Venerable of the Eightfold Martial Dao could see clearly, and it was obvious that Yun Haotian had lost his patience and decided to kill Wang Ming.

A peerless genius who dares to challenge the Martial God, Yun Haotian can endure until now but he likes Aicai, and now that you are stubborn, naturally I can't blame him.

Buzzing...... It was the resonance of the eight demon king stone pillars, and the entire arena formed a temporary barrier, so that the power of the martial god would not overflow and hurt everyone in the stands.

Wang Ming finally felt the pressure, which made him breathe poorly and slow down his movements like Mount Tai pressed on the top.

Relying on Beidou Yubu, Wang Ming still dodged Yun Haotian's killer blows like a divine help, but as time passed, he flashed and moved to a space that became smaller and smaller. If it goes on like this, at most nine breaths, Wang Ming will be squeezed to a "point" by Yun Haotian's stormy attack, and then withstand Yun Haotian's earth-shattering blow.

Song Que and Du Lang were a little dizzy after a few glances, and they could only close their eyes and listen to the sound.

The meridians in Song Que's body lit up one by one, and there were six of them, and Du Lang's body also had two meridians that had never appeared before. They all saw that there was a sky full of electric light under the dance of the boss's fists, which was the highest meaning of the Five Thunder Fists, thinking that they would study hard every day and one day be like the elder brother, what kind of style was that?

Fang Shiyu's divine light was soaring, barely supporting him to see the fight on the field clearly, and Zhang Xia raised her eyes like a dream, so as not to hurt her mind to the greatest extent, and at the same time track the fight on the field.

Bang!

Wang Ming's right shoulder fell, let go of the vital point of his heart, and received Yun Haotian's palm firmly, grinning in pain, but he didn't have time to exhale the pain, and stepped on Beidou Yu and quickly escaped.

Yun Haotian felt a faint pain in his palm, his heart was like a boy, such a hard bone, this palm actually didn't break up his skeleton. However, Wang Ming was still injured, and the corners of his mouth were bloody.

Yun Haotian was so powerful, his body was as fast as lightning, looming, a stormy attack, snapping, Wang Ming received two palms.

The people in the stands held their breath, in their opinion, Wang Ming's defeat was an ironclad matter, but it was just a matter of whether it was fast or slow.

Finally at the last moment, those who bet on Yun Haotian to win couldn't help but be a little excited, although they didn't win much, but it was better than nothing, and more importantly, to prove that their judgment was correct.

Wang Minghe's injuries were not serious, but they were just affected by Yun Haotian's vigorous attack. Wang Ming was annoyed that he couldn't dodge Yun Haotian's fist.

This wonton fist is really extraordinary, with the palm of the hand, swallowing all directions, so that Wang Ming's actions are restricted; with the fist raid, like the hammer of his five thunder hammers, a hammer down, vowing to beat Wang Ming to pieces, and then swallow the bones and slag left. This wonton boxing is notoriously domineering in the Yue country.

The disciples of the White Cloud Sect showed a smug look on their faces, Haotian Martial God and Wang Ming finally took out the highest combat technique of their own sect, the Wonton Fist, only the elders of the White Cloud Sect knew that Yun Haotian's Wonton Fist had been integrated into the fist and body techniques he had created, and the power was naturally extraordinary.

This situation Wang Ming can't be broken, just like just now, he can be broken by incarnating as a "lightning man", but it consumes too much aura, and the transformation speed of the two qi from yin to yang can't keep up. On the contrary, Yun Haotian's aura was like a river rolling and surging, and the power of the veteran martial god was revealed.

The depth of the martial god's heritage, such as the giant sea, and the magic of using true qi is also stronger than Wang Ming, originally Wang Ming could rely on the vigorous qi and blood to make up for this, but Yun Hao was born to reverse qi and blood, and it can be said that Wang Ming was overwhelmed in all aspects.

Wang Ming also has a ghost whip in his arms, a whip is terrifying, this is a thing stained with the fairy world, even if it is garbage that the fairy world doesn't want, it is not something that a small martial god in the human world can bear.

At this time, Wang Ming realized that his mentality was wrong, relying on the things in the fairy world, so he "had no fear" to face Yun Haotian, and in fact, it was possible that Wang Ming was killed by Yun Haotian before he had time to take out the divine and ghost whip.

With a heart of dependence and a heart of fear, how can this be fought?

Without the god and ghost whip, there is nothing to be afraid of, Wang Ming said in his heart, if he can't even defeat a dying old martial god, then what kind of immortal avenue does he ask, just die.

As soon as his mind turned, Wang Ming immediately changed his state, withdrew his fists, as if "Xizi held his heart" to his chest, and another set of punches came out.

As soon as this punch came out, the situation immediately changed, and Wang Ming defended it.

Yun Haotian's eyes froze, no matter how fast he was or how heavy his fists were, Wang Ming's strange fist technique could actually draw strength from his fists and use them for his own use, about one out of ten twenty percent.

His side was weakened, and the growth rate on Wang Ming's side was more than one or two, and the one-sided situation immediately became a little evenly matched.

It's a strange punch, as if it can steal strength and speed from him.

That's right, Wang Ming is the thief fist realized in the Baiyun Cave Heaven.

If you steal everything in the world, you can naturally steal the power of your opponent secretly.

The two of them were as fast as meteor lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they hit each other dozens of times, and there was a loud rumbling sound in the arena.

Suddenly, Yun Haotian rose into the air, almost touching the very top of the temporary enchantment in the arena. Wang Ming's heart suddenly throbbed, urging the Divine Hidden Technique to disappear on the spot.

A small god-man jumped out from the top of Yun Haotian's head, and then sat cross-legged on top of his head, standing on one leg and choosing, with strange gestures, like some kind of handprint, Dao Dao divine light fell from the sky, enveloping the entire arena.

The eight Demon King Stone Pillars immediately emitted a humming sound of grits, and as soon as Wang Ming's face changed, he saw that the arena, including the ground and stones, had all turned white, and at the same time, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something very important was being withdrawn from his body.

Where is this cultivation technique? It is clearly a kind of magic skill that is artificially taken away from him, and Yun Haotian is actually not only used for cultivation, but also for attacking.

This is not a martial arts method, it is supernatural power or magic power, which instantly deprives people of their years, and then people grow old in an instant.

Wang Ming's eyes were slightly cold, perhaps another play of this "time shift" made the speed of time pass for others increase rapidly. Wang Ming immediately felt the ruthlessness of the years, as if a sickle was harvesting himself. Wang Ming opened his mouth and spewed out a breath of fairy air. This time, the immortal qi was not composed of an immortal sword, but a knife.

Fang Shiyu's face changed drastically. He could see clearly that the boss was squirting out a knife, and it was a pig-killing knife that had caused his psychological shadow.

The years are merciless, like a pig-killing knife.