Whew!!

In the void, the dragon's groan seemed to be condensed into substance, Zhao Lang flew wildly, and suddenly slammed out his palm, and two red true dragons roared out

"What!" Ouyang Feng of Western Poison has fought all his life, and his strong sense of battle is unparalleled in the world, and the moment Zhao Lang's temperament changed, he had already discovered something.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Zhao Lang's attack that broke out in the next moment was so powerful and terrifying.

He was very clear about Zhao Lang's cultivation progress, and in the more than half a month from the Quanzhen Sect to Xiangyang City, every progress of Zhao Lang was well known in the eyes of Ouyang Feng. Although Zhao Lang has obtained several peerless martial arts in a row, and his combat effectiveness has increased greatly, Ouyang Feng knows that on top of the most fundamental foundation, true qi accumulation, Zhao Lang is still the second-rate little vegetable who has just opened up the two meridians and broken through the relevant acupoints not long ago, even with the blessing of several peerless internal skills, in terms of true qi accumulation, he can barely compare with the second-class masters.

If Zhao Lang uses the Jade Girl Suxin Sword Technique, a sword technique that uses speed and moves to take precedence, he can still wrestle with top masters, and if he uses the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Palm, a martial art that suppresses the enemy with his strength and true qi, to deal with an enemy whose internal strength is far stronger than his, then he can only hurt himself without hurting others.

Therefore, Ouyang Feng used the Spirit Snake Fist to deal with Zhao Lang before, in fact, he did not use his real strength, and he also used the true qi of a first-class master, otherwise there was no need to stalemate for so long, and the winner could be easily determined within a dozen moves.

However, Zhao Lang's attack this time was far beyond Ouyang Feng's imagination, this move was huge, and from the momentum alone, Ouyang Feng could conclude that it was ten or even twelve percent of the power of a super-first-class grandmaster.

With a True Qi accumulation that was far from being the top among second-rate masters, he burst out with an attack comparable to that of a super-first-rate master, even with Ouyang Feng's experience, he was completely shocked. So much so that when the two red dragons came to face, Ouyang Feng remembered to increase the output of internal force.

Coo-goo-goo

Ouyang Feng's jaw swelled, and he let out a toad-like chirp, and with his palms hugged, a huge true balloon quickly condensed out, facing the two red dragons.

"Broken !!" Zhao Lang danced wildly, overflowing with violent true qi flying vertically and horizontally, and even scratched his white light shirt scarred.

At this moment, under this powerful momentum, the two red divine dragons collided with the golden cicada spiral pill in Ouyang Feng's hand like two dragons playing with pearls.

Rumble!!!

The incomparable shock wave escaped, and Zhao Lang only felt that a wall of air was flying towards him, and his body had already flown upside down, and his chest was stuffy, and he vomited a mouthful of reverse blood. On the other side, Ouyang Feng's face was also pale, and he took three steps back, slightly embarrassed.

"Haha, cough cough good boy, worthy of being the heir of the old man, with the true qi cultivation that has just opened up the two veins of the Qi Sutra (the third vein was opened in battle, Ouyang Feng doesn't know), he has burst out with a power comparable to the eighteen dragon descending palms in the hands of the grandmaster, very good, very good," Ouyang Feng coughed lightly twice and laughed heartily.

Even if it was taken by surprise, even if Zhao Lang's explosive power was comparable to the combat power of a super-first-class master, it could still only cause a little embarrassment to Ouyang Feng, and he could not achieve substantial results at all.

Zhao Lang collapsed weakly under the tree in the courtyard, after the blow just now, his true qi and physical strength had been completely drained, and in a short period of time, it was difficult to send out a powerful attack.

After all, is it still impossible to threaten the master of the fifth peerless level? Zhao Lang leaned against the big tree, stood up, and looked at Ouyang Feng: "Sure enough, I am still far from being your opponent. Senior Ouyang, you can do it!"

Ouyang Feng smiled: "Listening to your tone, it seems that you are not my opponent, it is a very shameful thing!"

"If you give me ten years, not just five years, I will definitely be able to reach the realm of my predecessors, and even surpass my predecessors," Zhao Lang's voice was weak, but the confidence and recklessness in his eyes were still firm, "It's a pity, it seems that I don't have that much time." ”

The smile on Ouyang Feng's face became more and more obvious: "What do you mean by listening to your words, do you want to provoke me and make me not kill you?"

"In the name of the predecessors of the West Poison, let you keep your hand, how can the younger generation have such an unrealistic idea? What's more, even if the seniors don't kill me today, I will definitely find the seniors in the future to seek justice for the Shuang'er and them, cut the grass and not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows, the predecessors are the West Poison, I believe they understand this truth better than me!" Zhao Lang said in a low voice, "In fact, in Zhongnan Mountain, when I recognized my predecessors as my father-in-law, today's changes, the younger generations have already expected it, the seniors saved me once, this life, if you want to take it back, take it back!" It's a pity that I didn't expect that it would affect Shuang'er and Xiaomei, which is what I regret the most."

Ouyang Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Well said, since this is the case, you are ready, go on the road!"

After that, Ouyang Feng spread out his hands, and a spiral energy ball appeared in his hand quickly, his body was rioting, rushing towards Zhao Lang, and the momentum forced Zhao Lang to close his eyes unconsciously.

Zhao Lang was ready to die, however, at this moment, not far away, a girl's exclamation sounded.

"Stop !!"

The familiar voice is Lu Wushuang's!!

Zhao Lang opened his eyes suddenly, looked towards the source of the sound, and sure enough, there was a white dress, double ponytail whip, delicate and lovely, it was a peerless big Lori, and next to her, a girl in a pink flower dress had a shocked face, and her mouth was unspeakable, it was not Ye Xiaomei, who else could it be.

Weren't they killed by Ouyang Feng? Zhao Lang looked at the two of them in disbelief, and then looked at Ouyang Feng, but saw that there was still a trace of fierceness on Ouyang Feng's face at this moment, full of cunning and pride, looking disrespectful to the old man, and the spiral pill in his hand had long since disappeared.

"Master, why are you bullying Brother Lang," Lu Wushuang ran over quickly, teary eyes.

"Shuang'er, how are you" Rao is Zhao Lang's coarse nerves, and at this time it was also short-circuited, he looked at Ouyang Feng, the second monk was puzzled, and stammered, "Ou Ouyang senior, what's going on, I"

Bang!

A violent knock on Zhao Lang's head, making him grin in pain, Ouyang Feng snorted: "What Ouyang senior, a father for one day and a father for life, since you recognize the old man as your father-in-law, you have to call me father, you know?"

"This" Zhao Lang looked at Ouyang Feng with an arrogant face, and 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart, "Can anyone tell me, what's going on with this Nima?"

PS: Quack quack, no one guessed it! The plot is here, there will be such a big reversal.

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