Both sides seemed to have hit the real fire, the black humerus's eyes were already faintly bloody, and the back was slightly arched, like a predatory beast. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Immediately stomped on the ground, the soles of his feet were deep into the soil, and the next moment, the black humerus's throat suddenly resounded with a low roar, and then his body bounced up violently, like an arrow off the string, and instantly appeared in front of Yang Ming, and the Zen staff in his hand fell from the sky like a sky-shattering hammer and smashed into his head.

Once he received this blow, even if Yang Ming was an immortal, his head would probably be smashed to pieces in an instant, and he would die no longer dead.

"The Dragon's Staff!"

The black hue let out a low roar, and the Zen staff waved past, and in the air, bursts of sonic booms sounded, endlessly.

The black humerus that has been refined by a special method is surprisingly powerful, although it is much worse than Yang Ming, but it is not to be underestimated, under the double blessing of the opponent's strong strength and internal force, the power of this staff is really extraordinary.

The black iron heavy sword, which was tilted forty-five degrees to the ground, suddenly flipped over, and the terrifying energy burst out, shaking the rotten leaves around the ground and flying out.

"Sword Interception, First Style!"

As soon as the sword body was raised, the speed of the sword was extremely fast, almost reaching the level of metamorphosis, and then in the stunned gaze of the black humerus, the focus was on the Zen staff.

"Ding!"

The sound of the handover of gold and iron suddenly resounded all around, and then, under the shocked gaze of everyone, the Zen staff in Hei Qiu's hand was suddenly shocked and flew out.

It is not easy for people to get here, and they all know very well in their hearts what it means for a warrior to lose their weapons.

Seeing this, Yang Ming's expression was also slightly stunned, and he immediately sneered, but when he wanted to bully himself and not give the other party a chance to breathe, he suddenly felt a strong vigilance in his heart, and he chose to retreat without thinking about it at the moment......

At the moment when Yang Ming retreated backwards, the black hustle who had lost his weapon did not have the slightest intention of retreating, but bullied forward, with both palms, and a faint dragon groan sounded, and then, everyone saw a pitch-black dragon head slowly emerge, and suddenly pounced on Yang Ming, who was just about to retreat.

"Shhh

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp, this move is one of the martial arts of the Black Dragon Temple, Fulongzhang, once Yang Ming is hit, even if Yang Ming has nine lives, it is useless.

Fu Long's palm strength is very domineering, once it invades a person's body, it will invade your meridians within ten breaths, wreaking havoc, even if a master of the Tongqi Realm is hit by this palm, I am afraid that he will definitely die, not to mention, Yang Ming is just a mere introduction to the Tongmai Realm.

In the face of this palm, even if he is a master of the Enlightenment Realm, if he is not careful, he may not be able to dodge, but Yang Ming had an ominous premonition early on, and decisively chose to retreat, so he escaped with his life under "Fu Longzhang".

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming also wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Those disciples of the Black Dragon Temple, who were far away, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the pitch-black dragon head in Hei Hu's palm, they all glanced at each other, and then said with a smile: "I didn't expect the host to teach this "Fu Long Palm" to Senior Brother Hei Hu, alas, that guy can be regarded as hitting the muzzle of the gun." ”

Fulong palm, first-class lower grade palm method, Black Dragon Temple town school martial arts, palm strength is very domineering, suffered from this palm, no matter how high the strength, as long as it does not reach the realm of the gods, will definitely not live for thirty breaths, it can be seen how terrible this palm is.

"Hey, he deserves it, who made him so arrogant, if he let us all go just now, why would he suffer such a catastrophe!" Another Black Dragon Temple disciple covered his chest a little stuffy, as if he was being burned by a raging fire, and sneered.

The fight just now, until now, I still feel a palpitation, in front of Yang Ming, they are almost powerless to fight back, the other party is even more terrifying than those demons of the Blood Sea Gate, if the other party can die in the hands of Senior Brother Hei Hu this time, then, in the next inheritance battle, there is one less powerful competitor.

"Dizi Sword Technique!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming seemed to instinctively smell the danger, and hurriedly took a few steps back, stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and stood firmly in place, and then his arm waved crampedly, and a huge sword cover appeared in everyone's eyes, almost surrounding Yang Ming, impermeable.

So far, this "Dizi Sword Technique" is Yang Ming's most powerful means of defense, there is no one, the power of this sword technique, even the Li brothers who have just broken through the Tongqi Realm, have not broken it, but anyone who can break through the defense of the "Dizi Sword Technique" is undoubtedly not a veteran master of the Tongqi Realm, and his strength has reached at least the middle of the Tongqiao Realm.

The terrifying incomparably palm print set off a wave of qi in the void, directly slamming into the black sword cover.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

At the moment when the two collided, a violent friction sound resounded, and the flames continued to splash, but even if he thought that the power of "Fu Long Palm" could not break Yang Ming's defense.

Feeling the hard tremor power coming from the black sword cover, Hei Hu's face changed completely, and he didn't think about it, so he directly retreated, and hurriedly rushed into the woods behind him.

The strength has reached the step of the black humerus, as long as he fights, the victory and defeat are already known, just now he used his last strength and fought hard, if this can't defeat Yang Ming, then, he only has the last way to go, that is, run, run as far as you want, otherwise, you will definitely die.

Therefore, when Hei Hu felt the strong defense surrounding Yang Ming's body sword cover, he immediately decisively chose to retreat and rushed directly into the jungle and ran away......

"Want to run?"

Yang Ming sneered, his body shook suddenly, and his speed was almost to the extreme, like a lightning bolt across the sky, rushing directly to the back of the black humerus, and then suddenly raised the black iron sword and bombarded the opponent's back.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream in the jungle, and in just a moment, it was completely calm, and if everyone dared to step forward and take a closer look, they would definitely find that the black humerus had fallen to the ground, and the whole body was almost drooping, as if the spine had been broken by life, and it was extremely soft.

At the moment when the screams fell, Yang Ming grabbed Hei Hu's body and strode towards the disciples of Black Dragon Temple not far away.

Looking at the corpse of their senior brother, the eyes of all the disciples of the Black Dragon Temple were instantly filled with horror, and suddenly, they seemed to remember what Yang Ming had just said: "Today, none of you can escape." (To be continued.) )