Chapter Seventy-Two

Qingyan's eyes fell on each other, and the two of them were only backs, but they brought an inexplicable oppression to the people present. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bang bang! Two powerful breaths moved almost at the same time!

"It's going to be a fight."

The fat man's eyes were burning, staring at the two backs, and he sighed!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the sky, which had been sunny just now, suddenly became dark and overcast.

Black clouds crush the city.

Hearing only the sound of splashing, it seemed that a crack was torn open in the sky.

A thick column of air, with arc-shaped ripples, cut through the sky.

Everyone exclaimed together.

Between heaven and earth, the sound rumbled, as if torn apart, and the waves of qi continued to bombard the void.

This is clearly the friction between the two of them, which caused such momentum.

The expressions of the two of them were waiting for each other, and they met the eyes of the others.

"It's almost, although the two are fierce, they can't overwhelm each other after all, almost, it's time to make a move"

Youyun nodded, and Huo Ran got up.

The rest of the people also followed Yu Wenjing's words, and their spirits suddenly lifted up.

After waiting for so long, I was finally able to see the real move, even if this group of people, most of them, were ordinary monks who only watched the excitement, they couldn't help but open their eyes wide, and their spirits were much more uplifted.

If Yu Wenjing guessed correctly, the one who made the first move should be Long Fei.

Really!

"The dragon is flying"

I saw a streamer of light passing across the sky, and at this time, Long Fei, the scales on his forehead flickered, and he threw a punch.

The fist is like the sky, and the sky is falling apart.

Can't avoid it, can't hide it, you will die if you touch it, and there are few people in the world who can match it.

True life dragon fist, fist intent domineering, just like a life word, fate locks you, you can't dodge, only to resist!

This is the mastery of Dragon City!

"Suction"

Seeing that as soon as Long Fei made a move, it was this killer boxing technique, everyone couldn't help but exclaim, only Yu Wenjing frowned and didn't make a sound.

One shot is a trick, if others have a chance to dodge, and then because of too much consumption, it will be too big for opponents with equal strength.

But can you hide, will Ye Ming hide?

Apparently not.

His shot is Ben Lei's fist, Ye Ming understands, this is a move to determine the winner!

"This is the real strength, it seems that Long Fei did it to me just now, and he retained a few points, after all, it is a gap?"

The fat man muttered to himself, looking at the thunderous punch, and thought about it again, the scene when Long Fei and himself were fighting was so different.

For a while, I felt very uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but have some doubts, is it really possible for my business and trade to turn over?

The speed at which Long Fei punched out was obviously impossible to be faster than lightning, but this punch gave people the illusion that his punch was actually faster than lightning.

It would take a split second for lightning to cross the sky.

As for Long Fei's punch, it seems that it has just been hit and has arrived.

There is no time gap in between at all.

This is the art of fate, the true power of the True Destiny Dragon Fist!

Many masters were shocked by the fist intent, even if they were far away, they still snorted one after another.

The monks lying on the ground, unconsciously, vomited several mouthfuls of blood in a coma.

And so they are.

What about Ye Ming, who is facing this punch?

"One move to determine the winner, as you wish!"

Ye Ming laughed loudly, and he also acted at the same time as the dragon was flying.

Moon Knife Technique!

At this time, he ignored the fist wind that was about to come to him, slowly closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the artistic conception of the Moon Knife Technique.

Only the sound of heartbeat and wheezing was left in his ears, his own and the crowd of onlookers, these voices were mixed together, unable to separate, slowly turning into a wave, washing over his body.

"Wow-"

"Wow-"

"Wow-"

It never stops.

I don't know how long it took, in the darkness of closing my eyes, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, a glimmer of light as pure as silver, moist as jade, slowly illuminating the sky, spread on the dark sea, illuminating the surging waves like silver and jade, and slowly smoothing out the restless waves.

Gradually, the sea calmed down, and the microwave was not exciting, like a piece of marginal black jade, deep and warm.

The sound of the waves is gone, the sound of breathing is gone, the sound of heartbeat is gone, not even oneself. Ye Ming quietly felt his mind, and his heart turned into a lonely boat, intoxicated in the waves.

In the depths of the silent sea, a silver moon slowly rises, leaps out of the water, and appears in the sky.

The warmth of white, the quietness of black, are so pure, without a trace of flaw, black and white, but they are milky and blended.

Ye Ming has no sorrow or joy, carefree and fearless. I don't know if it's an instant emptiness, or if it's eternal.

The weeping acupuncture moved, as if there were tears.

It is joy and sorrow.

Ye Ming's mind is clear and does not fall into the dust.

Outside, the knife in Ye Ming's hand, in the direction of the front of the abdomen, danced slowly, everything was unnatural, the movements were soothing, the atmosphere was calm, and a little thought was on the bright moon.

He was quiet in his artistic conception, but he didn't know that everyone was already stupid.

At the moment when Ye Ming waved the knife.

The knives dropped by countless monks on the ground shook on the ground, as if they were welcoming their emperors at that moment.

However, in a moment, a round of silver moon appeared above Ye Ming's head, and in the blade of the knife on the ground, countless virtual small knife lights appeared, and they were dragged by the silver moon and included in it.

Bang, bang, countless knives on the ground, when the sword light came out, clicked, and shattered into countless iron powder.

Ten thousand knives in unison!

This was the last sound that the crowd heard, and then the thinking stopped.

Time stands still in action!

The mighty sword light shot out from the silver moon, flawless and unblemished, and after connecting with the still fist shadow in mid-air, it suddenly bloomed like fireworks, and in the depths of each sword light, cracks appeared!

Click, the shadow of the fist shattered.

At this moment, Ye Ming's temperament has changed greatly, and the whole person has become dominating the world, although his body is not moving like a mountain, but his eyebrows have a kind of intention to dominate the world!

"No ......"

Silver Moon slashed the fist, at this time, time returned to normal, and Long Fei was shocked!

That terrifying silver moon actually came straight to the door in front of him!

It's too late to dodge.

At the last moment

I saw the dark cloud not far from him, his figure flashed, like a divine dragon galloping, appearing under the silver moon, and the blue light turned into a brilliant sword qi.

"The dragon flies away"

This voice is the clouds!

The light flashed, and suddenly the icy sword qi was silent in the silver moonlight.

But the sword light of Youyun, how could it be able to compete with this bright moon sword, just as soon as it touched, it turned to ashes.

This is not the most terrifying, at this time, Youyun just came to Long Fei's side, but he realized what kind of attack Long Fei was facing.

The meaning of the silver moon, hearty, appeared in his mind! It was the sword intent of the king in the world, the king is unparalleled, the conquest is tyrannical, and the only one is respected!

He can't stop it!

Not only did he not rescue Long Fei, but he was also in a deep crisis!

The clouds are also locked.

"Ah, Ye Ming, stop!"

"Ah......h

Two screams sounded, Yinyue slowly retracted, and everyone was shocked at this moment, only to see two blood-stained people appear in everyone's eyes!

"Wow!"

"Cloud King, Dragon City Lord"

"Quick, save people"

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in a thunderous exclamation.

This scene was too shocking, because what they saw was that Long Fei covered his right ear, Youyun covered his crotch, and the two of them rolled to the ground and howled!

The two lumps of flesh on the ground are so dazzling.

An ear, an heirloom!

"What?

Yun Wang became a eunuch? The Dragon City Lord had one of his right ears cut off?

The monk who had just woken up, when he saw this scene, slapped himself hard, as if he wanted to prove that he was still dreaming.

But the stinging in the face, tell yourself that it's true!

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