The dignity of a man, what he says is like water spilled out, he can't slap himself in the face.

At first, Feng Yinting was indeed a little in a hurry, he thought that the person who made the move would be Jiang Wen, the eldest son of the Jiang family, and the master of the capital who had the true legend of Shaolin. I never thought that the one who made a ruthless move was the famous Hua Shao Jiang Ming in the capital, a young generation who was looked down upon.

Feng Yinting waved a few gases, hugged the panicked Qingqing and burst back.

Jiang Ming struck a blow into the air, and the disdain in his eyes became even stronger.

Standing on the yellow sand, facing the Feng family's son who had cultivated to a high level, he silently pointed at the weak woman who was being held by the Feng Yin Ting, and then made a slap motion.

Such a gesture immediately made Feng Yinting furious. It is really annoying and hateful that a person who has always been looked down upon should dare to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Brush

He appeased Qingqing and rushed forward, his clothes hunting, and attacked Jiang Ming directly.

It's just that the Spiral Nine Shadows is one of the best in the rivers and lakes, Jiang Ming is like a thin smoke, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and disappearing in front of Feng Yinting who is rushing in an instant.

"And you can endure to fight me head-on. Feng Yinting shouted indignantly.

"Idiot. ”

Jiang Ming scolded in a low voice, and he had already appeared in the position where Feng Yinting was standing, and then slapped Qingqing's face, who had not yet reacted.

The strength is not heavy,

But it's loud and it hurts.

This slap is a clear face, and it is also Feng Yinting's face.

"Do you think he can protect you?" Jiang Ming grinned.

"......." clear.

And at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the void behind him, and a spear stabbed him in the back of the chest silently.

Jiang Ming was slightly surprised, at this moment he felt the iceberg-like cold murderous aura behind him. In an instant, the body was touched, and the sharp tip of the spear was attached to the back.

Although he was attacked by a sneak attack, he reacted as soon as possible and flew away.

"Poof"

Blood splattered, and the cold spear made a hole in his back.

Feng Yinting stood with a gun, looking at Jiang Ming who had fled majestically, the anger in his eyes seemed to be substantial, "Tell you, this is justice." It seemed that he was angry about Jiang Ming's slap just now, and after scratching Jiang Ming, he emphasized.

"Do you need my help?" Jiang Wen was a little worried, after all, the other party was a master of the same level as him, although the fourth brother was demonic, his cultivation time was too short, and he could not be the opponent of the experienced Feng Yinting.

The kind old man in the attic had already opened his eyes at this moment, and nodded slightly in admiration. Fang Cai Feng Yinting had the upper hand regardless of strategy and scheming, he first used his anger to confuse the public, and then showed the enemy weakness, only preparing for that amazing shot.

However, what surprised him even more was that the kid from the Jiang family, his body was almost to the extreme, and if he was an ordinary person, the head of the gun had already pierced a hole in the back of his vest.

The Feng family's marksmanship is strange and fast to win, if there is no other means, Feng Yinting will undoubtedly win.

This is his judgment.

"Not necessarily. Jiang Ming directly rejected the proposal of the eldest brother Jiang Ming, and he was still quite comfortable against Bai Xiumei, the elder of the Kongtong faction who had been famous for a long time, and he was even more fearful of a young master.

At this time, he acted, and the target was not the piano master, but Feng Yinting. He was like a brilliant morning glow, from far to near, in an instant, thousands of poisonous hands opened and closed, wrapped in endless poisonous gas emerged.

"What a guts. Feng Yinting didn't like to be angry, his cultivation was far higher than Jiang Ming, in his opinion, Jiang Ming dared to take the initiative to attack him, this was naked contempt for him.

The spear slashed, and a white tiger composed of internal strength emerged and pounced on Jiang Ming, who was waving his palm. The palm beast encountered, shaking up a large area of sand and dust, Jiang Ming's hand was surrounded by poisonous mist, grabbing the white tiger is a slap, the terrifying poisonous mist like water waves was extremely lethal, and the substantiated white tiger let out an unwilling roar, and fell apart immediately.

At this time, a trace of blood also overflowed from the corner of Jiang Ming's mouth, and the poisonous line between his eyebrows spread again, extending to the root behind his ear.

"Isn't there enough venom in the body?"

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he had used thousands of poisonous hands too many times without replenishing them, and now the poisonous hands were eating back, making him feel like his body was torn apart.

After all, he is a master of the three turns, and if he cultivates, Jiang Ming can not compare. Feng Yinting can only have a glimmer of hope for victory with deep internal strength and superb marksmanship. Jiang Ming's performance was too shocking, he was able to survive such a long time in his hands. He raised his spear, and his internal strength like a tide frantically swept towards Jiang Ming.

In the end, Jiang Ming was coerced by internal strength, like a deep quagmire. For a while, he couldn't break free. The rolling internal force squeezed in, and it actually tore his body through one after another, wanting to crush it.

"Mass burial!. Feng Yinting shouted, this is the Feng family's stunt, and the combination of internal force and marksmanship has been achieved to the extreme.

"Fourth brother. Jiang Wen's pupils shrank, he naturally saw that Jiang Ming was unable to continue at the moment, and he couldn't say how to make a move, otherwise, Feng Yinting's attack would be no light or heavy, and his fourth brother would be miserable.

"Don't come here. Jiang Ming shouted, and the bones all over his body were torn apart by internal strength and countless guns.

All the spectators in Wuyuan were shocked, the Feng family's marksmanship 'mass burial' was so terrifying.

Even the kind old man who was hidden in the depths nodded secretly, quite approvingly.

"Poof"

The blood light collapsed, and the blood mist drifted away.

In the end, they still didn't hold on? Everyone rubbed their eyes, but the scene in front of them made them speechless in surprise.

"Ah........." Qingqing, the violinist in the distance, was hit hard, and several openings were made on his round buttocks, and a large piece of thick flesh turned into meat puree, which was twisted into dust by the violent internal force.

"How is that possible?"

Feng Yinting didn't know whether he was shocked or angry, and he let out a hysterical scream, and the entire Wuyuan was in turmoil.

All this happened in an instant, everyone only saw Jiang Ming struggling to resist the 'mass burial', and then the blood appeared, Qingqing screamed, and a large piece of meat on his buttocks was also cut off.

"It's a genius to be able to resolve it like this. The kind old man frowned slightly, and looked at Jiang Ming with a look of amazement.

In the venue, he was probably the only one who saw the clue, Feng Yinting's 'mass burial' was actually transferred by Jiang Ming in a wonderful way.

He has lived for nearly a hundred years, and he has never seen such a strange martial arts.

Jiang Ming's expression was indifferent, ignoring the shocked Feng Yinting, but facing Qingqing, who was in pain in the distance, and said lightly: "Justice will always stand on the strong side. ”