But seeing that the sleeves of Nangong Miao's robe were bulging, his right hand made a slight circle in front of his chest and slapped forward. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, a violent gray cyclone erupted.

A strong cyclone blew on Wuchen's body, like a wall crashing into it.

What's even more terrifying is that in this strong cyclone, a big hand was as fast as lightning, with a deadly and dangerous aura, and slapped over.

Wuchen's cultivation is limited after all, and with the strength of Duwu's physical body alone, the martial cyclone against the five powerhouses of the mad martial arts is not pleasing to him.

I saw that his body stopped uncontrollably, and at this time, the other party's big hand had reached his chest.

Impartially, the position where the opponent is about to hit is facing Wuchen's chest, which is also the position where he has just been hit by Nangong Miao, the sternum is cracked, and the wound is the deepest and heaviest.

When the onlookers saw this, they didn't take a breath of cold air.

Although it is a confrontation between two warriors with a huge disparity in strength.

It can also be seen that Nangong Miao really lives up to the name of genius, whether it is from the three waves of the Yangtze River just now, or from the current starting position, he has performed flawlessly.

Especially with these five blows, he still chose the position where the opponent was seriously injured just now.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, which is very rare for a young warrior. In order to make a foolproof strategy, first use the cyclone of martial arts to block the coming momentum of the black dust, and use it as a buffer.

Strength, grasp the timing, Nangong Miao did not have a trace of flaws.

This is the most terrifying, for everyone, even if they can advance to the same realm of martial arts as Nangong Miao, but when they are facing the enemy, can they be counted as good as Nangong Miao?

It's hard, it's too hard.

The end was almost anticipated, and some even turned around, or closed their eyes.

The three waves of the Yangtze River with three rings hit the black dust body and flew upside down, spitting blood from his mouth.

Do you need to talk about the five rings?

Seeing that his palm was getting closer and closer to Wuchen's chest, it was only less than five inches away.

A stone in Nangong Miao's heart finally landed, and a smile of victory appeared on his face.

Next, just as:

Out!

Force!

For a genius, these two links are too simple and there is no difficulty.

"Drink!" Nangong Miao shouted, and the power of the three waves of the Yangtze River hidden in his palm was like a gap in the embankment of thousands of miles, and it was about to surge out and pour down.

And yet at this moment.

Suddenly, an extremely dense but crisp voice sounded!

Click!

Click!

This sound may not be heard at all by the onlookers because it is too small, or they will not notice it when they hear it.

But for Nangong Miao, a person who is familiar with the martial arts of the Yangtze River Three Stacked Waves, it is very familiar.

Because this sound is slightly different from the normal crunchy sound.

This sound is called 'bone sound' by the warriors who use the three stacked waves of the Yangtze River.

Only those who have cultivated the three waves of the Yangtze River can distinguish the difference between the sound of bones and the brittle sound of ordinary bones.

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

The sky and the earth, everyone around them freezes in an instant.

There were only two people, Nangong Miao and Wuchen standing in front of him,

Eye contact came together.

The clicking sound continued.

Soon more than four rings, followed by five more.

Nangong Miao was terrified in his heart.

Five rings, really five rings.

But what surprised him even more was yet to come.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Three bone sounds were crisp.

From the sixth ring, Nangong Miao only felt that his eyes were dark and a little weak.

The seventh ring, the eighth ring, completely destroyed all his faith.

The three stacked waves of the Yangtze River, the power of each bone sound is doubled, and this superposition is more terrifying the further it goes.

Because each stack is the sum of the forces of the previous rings.

Although Wuchen is only the power of the ninefold peak of the Duwu Realm, under the terrifying increase of the Yangtze River Three Stacked Waves martial arts, he already has the capital to compete with Nangong Miao.

At the beginning, Nangong Miao still had a trace of unwillingness in his heart, he shouldn't keep his spare strength, and it would be good if he used the sixth ring.

But when he heard the seventh and eighth rings, his hope was completely shattered.

Even if he used the power of the sixth ring, compared to the power of the eighth ring, there was still no chance of victory.

He knew better than anyone that Wuchen was not an ordinary Martial Realm Ninefold Peak Martial Artist, and his physical strength could already be compared to an ordinary Martial Martial Artist.

If you really want to say regret, it is that Nangong Miao regrets that he chose the wrong direction, because strength is not what he is good at.

But it has come to this point, and everything is irreversible.

Nangong Miao's mind was racing and Wuchen's body instantly sounded eight bone sounds one after another.

Everything happened between lightning and light, and the onlookers didn't know the details.

But seeing that at the moment when Nangong Miao was about to hit Wuchen in the chest, Wuchen suddenly shook his body to avoid Nangong Miao's approach, and then hit Nangong Miao's right shoulder with a palm.

Nangong Miao, who had the advantage before, was high up, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time as the people were in the air, Nangong Miao gulped blood and spurted blood, flying for more than thirty zhang before falling to the ground.

"Ahh

It also woke up the onlookers who were dreaming.

But seeing Nangong Miao holding his right arm, he exclaimed loudly: "My arm... My arm..."

"What the hell is going on?" said a question in everyone's minds at the same time.

Why was Nangong Miao about to hit Wuchen, but Nangong Miao was knocked into the air.

And it was beaten out of thirty zhang, which was twice as high as the distance when Wuchen was beaten out of fifteen zhang before.

Even Mo Qianlong, who was closest to him, was a little puzzled, but just now he caught a thin crisp sound.

He had heard these sounds on Nangong Miao.

Before Mo Qianlong finished thinking about it, suddenly that somewhat dense and crisp sound sounded again.

But the voice sounded in front of him.

"It's your turn!" Wu Chen looked at Mo Qianlong a little wickedly, and a fluttering palm appeared in front of him.

Mo Qianlong was secretly shocked that he didn't find out how Wuchen came to his side, and at the same time looked at Wuchen's soft palm that was about to be imprinted on his face, but he was furious in his heart.

However, he was extremely talented after all, and seeing that Wuchen was about to hit him on the head, he snorted coldly, and in an instant, he waved his arms in a crossed shape, and went up a square.

Just listen to a bang!

It was as if two abyssal beasts had collided together.

Mo Qianlong only felt a sharp pain on his arms, and an unprecedented huge force surged like a mountain and a sea.

Mo Qianlong's two feet sank into the bluestone ground below as deep as five inches, but it still didn't stop the huge force from coming.

In the end, Mo Qianlong had to retreat, leaving more than a dozen foot-deep footprints on the ground to offset the huge force.

Wait for Mo Qianlong to come to his senses.

saw that Wuchen had already strode to the side and picked up the burden on the ground, and said with some disdain: "Crazy martial arts, that's just it." ”

"You..." Mo Qianlong was angry, and was about to say something cruel.

The sleeve was pulled by someone, and when he turned around, he saw Nangong Miao's face pale, and his body trembled and stepped forward and shook his head.

Mo Qianlong looked at Nangong Miao's hanging right arm and closed his mouth.