Kang Long has regrets, ten percent of his strength, and then twenty percent of his strength, and a steady stream of dragon palms are full of energy, colliding with Yu Yunting's lightning-fast legs, and the strong wind is whistling, rolling up endless dust and sand.

Shadowless phantom legs, to speed down people, although the offensive is sharp and fast, but the strength is not overbearing, even if Yu Yunting opened up the Ren pulse, there is a major breakthrough, the power of the leg method has increased greatly, in terms of strength, it is still not comparable to the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that stand alone in the world with the luck method.

Although Yu Yunting's leg speed is fast, Zhao Lang's palm power is even more domineering, and he will drop ten times with one force, which is the most powerful place for the eighteen palms of the dragon descending. Yu Yunting's leg technique constantly clashed with Zhao Lang's Kang Long, but he couldn't take too much advantage. Zhao Lang's true qi accumulated by several peerless martial arts is too strong compared to ordinary people, and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Palm itself is a martial art that exerts its strength advantage to the extreme, and with the blessing of the two, Zhao Lang's leg method is enough to suppress Yu Yunting's leg method.

Of course, Yu Yunting can also choose to ignore Zhao Lang's palm power and attack Zhao Lang with his legs, but Yu Yunting knows very well that if he changes one foot for another, he will definitely suffer the loss.

Once Yu Yunting's shadowless phantom leg was withdrawn, Zhao Lang's dragon descending palm power would surely pour out like a flood and hit him. People who dare to use their bodies to block the eighteen palms of the dragon, in this world, I am afraid that there is not, even if there is, it is definitely a super-first-class existence that has cultivated to an extremely high level in body refining martial arts, and it will not be Yu Yunting.

"Zhao Lang, now that I have opened up the Ren pulse and become a half-step grandmaster, you can't help me, why don't you just stop here?" Yu Yunting snorted coldly, and his legs were like the wind.

Zhao Lang sneered: "I can't help it, I have to fight to know." ”

"Do you really want to fight with me?" Yu Yunting's face was ugly, he didn't expect that he had already given in like this, Zhao Lang was still so aggressive, "If you force me, you can't please me, who will kill the deer, I don't know yet!"

"Since I killed Yu Tianxiong, there has been an endless battle between me and you," Zhao Lang laughed, and on the other hand, a stronger momentum surged, "As for who killed the deer, we will soon find out." ”

"Fight each other with both hands, see the dragon in the field!" Zhao Lang snorted coldly, and with the other hand, he slapped a palm.

As early as when he had just taken out his palm, in his other hand, he began to mobilize his true qi, and now that Yu Yunting's shadowless phantom leg move had been used, it was the time to lay the foundation of the battle.

Drink!

Kang Long's regretful residual strength has not been exhausted, and another move saw that Long Zaitian's palm power had been wildly struck, against the back of the previous palm, and the palm power of both hands was superimposed, and the power of the eighteen palms of the dragon was suddenly doubled, and the palm wind was whirring, and the dragon was shocked.

"Left and right fighting technique, how is this possible!" Yu Yunting didn't know that the left and right fighting technique was created by Zhou Botong, but the great reputation created by this magic skill in Guo Jing's hands had already spread all over the rivers and lakes, and its cultivation difficulty had long been known to people in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that the characteristic of this martial art is that the more stupid the qualifications, the easier it is to learn, and the smarter the person, the more unable to learn.

Where did Yu Yunting think that Zhao Lang would actually have this PK skill that can be called a BUG?

Zhao Lang's qualifications are dull, isn't this nonsense? The gossip in the rivers and lakes is really unbelievable!

The master duel, the victory or defeat was in that instant, Yu Yunting himself did not have the upper hand, and his mind was taken away, and now Zhao Lang suddenly rose up, and with another palm, it was suddenly like a bamboo, slashing at Yu Yunting's ankle.

Click!

In the wind of the dragon palm, a crisp sound of fracture sounded, and Yu Yunting's figure was like a sparrow with folded wings, flying out upside down, staggering and rolling for a few weeks, and the ankle of his right foot was already crushed and fractured.

Fighting snakes does not die but suffers from them, Zhao Lang is no longer a rookie on the rivers and lakes, he has learned to fight against many enemies, and kindness to the enemy is cruelty to himself.

At this time, Yu Yunting had already injured his ankle, and it was the time to chase after the victory, Zhao Lang shook his white clothes, his palms were shocking, and he faced Yu Yunting again.

"Rio Dachuan!"

Yu Yunting's face was shocked, he half-knelt on the ground, he didn't have time to cry out in pain, raised his palms, gritted his teeth and greeted Zhao Lang's eighteen palms of dragon descending.

At this time, the Qingcheng faction had not yet obtained the inheritance of the Heart-Destroying Palm that appeared in the Laughing Pride, and the palm technique that Yu Yunting had learned was not profound, even if he used the true qi of his half-step grandmaster realm, he could not compete with the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending at all.

"Click!" With his palms facing each other, Yu Yunting's arm bones were broken again, and his body flew out upside down, falling into the crowd of Qingcheng disciples, his hair was already messy, his face was flushed, and he still looked like a leader.

"Qing Lingzi, hurry, kill Zhao Lang for me, you all give it to me!" At this moment, the shadow of death was incomparably close to Yu Yunting, and the feeling of a sword in his throat made Yu Yunting completely let go of his pride and dignity, moving on the ground, away from Zhao Lang, and at the same time promised to Qing Lingzi beside him, "Qing Lingzi, save me, save me, I will immediately pass on the position of the head of the Qingcheng faction to you!"

Qing Lingzi looked at Yu Yunting indifferently, and then at Zhao Lang, the fear in his eyes was deeply hidden.

"Master, I have already advised you, the death of my junior brother is his own fault, and he has nothing to do with others, no wonder Zhao Shaoxia. Now you and Zhao Shaoxia are in a life-and-death battle, although we are your disciples, we are not qualified to interfere! If we intervene today, I am afraid that our Qingcheng faction will lose face in front of the world's martial arts colleagues," Qing Lingzi's face showed a trace of deep sadness, and turned away, "In order to maintain the century-old reputation of the Qingcheng faction, please forgive the disciple for being unfilial." ”

After that, Qing Lingzi looked at Zhao Lang and said: "Zhao Shaoxia, today my master fought with you, it was he who lost, life and death in the ring, the victory or defeat is in the sky, and at this time, it was caused by my junior brother, it was my Qingcheng faction who was at a loss, although our hearts were painful, but we couldn't break the rules." Now that this matter has a result, how about the grievances between our Qingcheng faction and you be revealed?"

Qing Lingzi's tone was sad, but there was no trace of sadness in his eyes, only joy. Does he need Yu Yunting to let him? Yu Tianxiong is dead, he Qing Lingzi is the senior brother, as long as Yu Yunting dies, who else will be the head of the house?

Yu Yunting's face showed horror, at this time, he still didn't know where he was deceived by Qing Lingzi, and his disciple, who had always disguised his nature as a filial piety, had a ruthlessness and ambition in his heart that was far beyond his imagination.

Yu Yunting went crazy, and he shouted hysterically: "Qing Lingzi, you brute who deceived teachers and destroyed ancestors, you"

"It's really noisy, what's unwilling, let's go to Lord Yama!" Zhao Lang snorted coldly, pinched a yin and yang spiral bullet in his hand, and shot it at Yu Yunting's head.

Bang!

The spiral bomb exploded, and Yu Yunting's head was like a crumbling watermelon, and the plasma and brain splattered everywhere, staining the earth red.

PS: Let me explain here, don't think that the second-rate realm kill half-step super first-class is too exaggerated. Ye Zi has already said that the first-class grades of the third-rate and second-rate in this book are simply divided according to the degree of true qi accumulation and meridian access.

The deep internal strength does not mean that the high-level has an overwhelming advantage over the low-level in the actual combat as in fantasy novels, only the peerless martial arts can give full play to the strength. Zhang Wuji, who had just come out of the valley, had been abused all the time, and after learning the Great Shift, he was the most obvious example.

In the low-martial arts world of Xiao Ao and Shen Condor Ah, sometimes the amplitude of the combat power of the moves is greater than the true qi, just like Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu's true qi cultivation is at most comparable to Qiu Chuji, but relying on the Ice Spirit Silver Needle and the Jade Bee Needle can make the Golden Wheel Dharma King jealous, and the Little Dragon Girl can defeat the Golden Wheel in a short period of time by relying on the Jade Girl Suxin Sword Technique.

Tomorrow the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master will appear. Ask for recommendations, ask for collections.