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He roared loudly, "This is the opportunity I've been waiting for! Ming Shan!"

"suppress!"

That vicissitudes of voice sounded again, but this time it was a little more angry.

"Tsk, it's this bad old man again."

Zhao Yifan, who was in the air, was directly hit by his prototype.

The wild power seemed to be completely stripped away from his body,

But Zhao Yifan did not stop. He readjusted his body under control, facing the ground, and then stood on the air and squatted down.

Although there is nothing to stand on, this is the best...

"Hmm~."

Zhao Yifan breathed out slowly,

Judging from the flexibility of his body, he seemed to have completely relaxed his body and fell to the ground on his back in a squatting horse stance.

At this time, the man standing on Pixiu also felt a little strange and frowned.

What is this boy...doing? This body is very flexible...this breath...karate breathing?

However, just as the man's question flashed through his mind, Zhao Yifan suddenly opened his eyes, and his muscles began to tighten.

The shoulders of both arms were raised to protect the shoulders, and then he took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of hot air again.

At this time, the man seemed to hear the change in Zhao Yifan's body aura, and he suddenly realized it. He stood under Zhao Yifan, raised his Zen staff and said angrily, "Stop!"

I flow. Heavy punch!

Zhao Yifan fell straight on the man on Pi Xiu,

Zhao Yifan's whole head hit the man's Zen staff, creating a circle of air waves.

Behind Zhao Yifan and at the man's feet, circles of air walls gradually appeared, gradually enlarging.

The man's face darkened and he secretly said,

Pixiu, I'm sorry!

"Ang~!"

Buzz~...boom!~

The Pixiu under the man's feet was pressed by the huge pressure and spurted out a mouthful of hot blood.

The air circle introduced into his body was directly introduced into the ground, and the ground suddenly began to collapse.

The wall of air behind Zhao Yifan was released directly into the void and broke through the clouds in the sky.

The man frowned and looked down at Pixiu at his feet, then directly pushed Zhao Yifan out.

And with just such a push, Pixiu's body sank a bit again.

After the man pushed Zhao Yifan away, he quickly jumped in front of Pixiu, stroked its cheek and said with grief on his face,

"Pixiu, I'm sorry for you... just have a good rest and leave the rest to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yifan, whose head and body were scratched by leaves and branches, stood in front of the man.

The man held a Zen staff in his hand, turned his back to Zhao Yifan and shouted angrily in a low voice, "Look what you have done?!"

"Things like that do to me"

"Shut up!"

The man scolded Zhao Yifan directly, then turned around and hit the ground hard with his Zen staff and said angrily, "There is nothing you want here, please leave!"

"What I want is a stone statue, and it's inside!"

"..."

The man was stunned. He frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

However, Zhao Yifan sneered and said, "Haha, I am an incompetent son, an unreliable brother, and a sinful villain. At the same time, I am also a confused man who cannot find himself, but I want to be a good brother.

I will use my whole life to make up for the sins I have committed, so hand over your things."

"...Brother of the demon-suppressing bloodline... I'm deeply sorry for what happened to your sister, but I won't hand over the stone statue. Even if my hands are stained with blood, I won't.

I won’t let you take away the stone statue.”

As soon as the man finished speaking, the Zen staff made a "click" sound, and the quilt was broken from the middle.

The sound of the other half of the Zen staff falling to the ground stopped, and the man tilted his head slightly.

But Zhao Yifan, without the wild ability, prepared an attack posture.

"Does that mean there's nothing to talk about?"

The man threw the broken Zen staff on the ground. If he put his hands together and said lightly, "That blow just now was beautiful, but can you guarantee that your subsequent attacks will be invincible to that punch?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Zhao Yifan attacked directly. His attacks were as fast as lightning, and each punch contained powerful power.

His straight punches are strong and powerful, and his punches are piercing to the bone. His soft body allows him to change his moves with ease, and his stable foot plate allows him to attack without hesitation in the face of danger.

Although Zhao Yifan's every attack contained three words: quick, accurate, ruthless and deadly, the man looked very relaxed.

He put his left hand in front of his chest, moved his body with his right foot as the axis, and then used his right hand to perfectly resolve all Zhao Yifan's moves.

After the two of them had passed more than a dozen moves, Zhao Yifan finally lost his temper, because his fierce attack in front of the man barely made him move even half an inch from where he was.

He took a sharp breath, distanced himself, turned around, and prepared to use a roundhouse kick to make the man move.

However, the moment Zhao Yifan turned around, the man's left foot directly jammed into the leg supporting Zhao Yifan's body, and then his right hand turned into a palm and directly blocked Zhao Yifan's roundhouse kick at the moment Zhao Yifan launched his leg.

"What!"

Zhao Yifan exclaimed in surprise,

Immediately afterwards, the man exerted force on his shoulders and used his arms to directly push Zhao Yifan aside.

Zhao Yifan rolled around on the ground and then pounced quickly again,

The man dodged Zhao Yifan's fist with his flat head, then firmly grabbed the fist that hit his abdomen with his right hand.

"Very fierce."

As he spoke, the man raised his left foot and directly stepped on the left foot that Zhao Yifan had just raised. Then he pressed his right half on Zhao Yifan's chest and used force to knock Zhao Yifan away.

Zhao Yifan spurted out a mouthful of hot blood and flew three meters away. He knelt on the ground and dug out a huge mud tunnel with his hands.

And the wound on his chest opened again.

The man tilted his head and listened to Zhao Yifan's breath with his ears and said, "I

I advise you to stop here, although your fists and kicks are pretty good, but with the injuries on your body, it is impossible to defeat me."

However, as soon as the man finished speaking, a huge collision sound suddenly came from his right side.

The man quickly moved his body to face that direction, but soon he realized that he had been fooled.

Because the sound just now was a feint made by Zhao Yifan throwing stones!

I saw Zhao Yifan rushing straight towards the man, attacking the man with fierce fists and kicks, each move hitting the fatal position.

Head, heart, and neck.

However, the men dodged away one by one as before.

After three moves,

Zhao Yifan's sideways kick just now was directly blocked by the man.

He smacked the ground with one palm, spun half a circle in the air, leaned forward and kicked the man with the force of breaking the bamboo, just like a huge battle axe.

However, the man sank down, and cracks gradually appeared on the ground under his feet. Then he raised his right hand fiercely, like a hard shield, directly blocking Zhao Yifan's leg.

At this time, Zhao Yifan had a strange smile on his face,

be cheated.

And the next second, the man suddenly realized that this kick was not just an ordinary ax kick. He had an unknown premonition in his heart.

this......

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yifan also dropped his other foot, which was more powerful and faster than the previous one.

If the kick just now was like a tomahawk, then this kick is a warhammer that pushes the tomahawk to break all defenses!

"Interesting." The man uttered three words in surprise,

And then, his seemingly extremely hard "shield" shattered with a "click".

The man quickly moved back, and two sharp gusts of wind fell to the ground, wiping his cheeks and chest.

But the claw that followed with strong murderous intent was already close to his throat.

The cold nails were already attached to the man's neck, and Zhao Yifan showed a gloomy and cunning smile.

Snapped!

The man's left hand moved,

He used his left hand that had never moved before to slap Zhao Yifan's claw away.

And Zhao Yifan's chest opened wide. Naturally, the man would not give up such a good opportunity, and stuck his palm on Zhao Yifan's throat.
To be continued...