650 vomits blood while flying

If her true strength is exposed at the beginning, Dai Songling has a defense, and it is really not easy for her to defeat him. But now, deliberately suppressing the strength gave him two palms, shaking his internal organs, and it is not so difficult to defeat him again.

"What a cunning boy, he dares to calculate the old man!" Dai Songling has been famous for many years, how could he not think through Mu Hanyan's intentions, and his whole body trembled with anger.

He was originally a first-order sword master, and his strength was not working well under the injury of his internal organs, and he couldn't exert his strongest strength at all, and it was really difficult to block Mu Hanyan's palm.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's palm moving in the wind and thunderclouds, Dai Songling didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and slapped it out directly.

"Old guy, do you want to be shameless, didn't you say that you should let the three palms go, why did you fight back?"

"You are still a Mo family steward, should what you said be a fart?"

"He was farting, he had already done it once, it stinks. Seeing that Dai Songling was not trustworthy, he began to fight back before the three palms passed, and everyone in the audience was despised, and scolded for a while.

Dai Songling's face was pale, but he didn't hear it, and this palm was even more ruthless.

What if you don't talk about credit, it's always hurt that Mu Hanyan's hands are strong, if you don't even have your life, or your cultivation is wasted, you want credit to have a fart?

This palm slapped out, like thunder falling to the ground, and the dull and depressing breath spread out, like an invisible mountain, pressing on the top of everyone's heads.

Sword Master, it turns out that this guy is really not a deception, he is really a master of the Sword Master Realm.

Seeing this palm, everyone finally believed in Dai Songling's true strength. Looking at Mu Hanyan's gaze, he was also a little worried, although judging from his performance just now, Mu Hanyan's true strength should be much stronger on the surface, otherwise it would be impossible to blow Dai Songling into a stinky fart. But no matter how strong it is, it should not be as strong as a sword master, how can he receive Dai Songling's full palm.

"Hanyan, Brother Hanyan, be careful!" Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun didn't expect Dai Songling to be so shameless, their hearts were in their throats, and they couldn't help shouting loudly.

However, the two face each other head-on, and it is not a sneak attack from behind, absolute strength determines everything, what is the use of being careful.

Seeing the two people getting closer and closer, as well as Dai Songling's monstrous palm, everyone's hearts sank, after this palm, Mu Hanyan is not dead, I'm afraid there is only half a life left.

At this moment, a golden streak of light appeared, like the scorching sun at noon, almost piercing people's eyes.

There was a muffled sound of "boom", the air waves swept the sky, and the two finally fought hard.

Under the turbulent air current, the old inn building collapsed violently, and a cloud of dust rose like a thick fog.

A figure flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Looking at that figure, everyone was stunned.

It was not Mu Hanyan who flew out, but Dai Songling!

How is this possible, Dai Songling is a genuine swordsman, how can he be slapped away by Mu Hanyan. And while flying, blood spurted wildly, apparently seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, everyone even forgot to cheer, and the courtyard was silent.

"Boom!" There was another muffled sound, and the courtyard wall was knocked out of a big hole by Dai Songling, and a large pile of bricks crackled down, and Dai Songling was about to insist on standing up, but just half of the way up, he was dizzy and dizzy by the masonry, and he fell to the ground again.