Ye Cheng looked at Jianglong who came forward, shook his head slightly and said, "I didn't expect to see you here. What a coincidence. I didn't have enough fun in Shangyong last time, but today I can have a good fight!"
Jianglong's tall body was as burly as a mountain. He stared at Ye Cheng with cold eyes. He stretched out his hand and pulled off the robe he was wearing. He threw it aside and said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that I couldn't fully enjoy the battle that day.
But today I can let go of my hands and feet, so don’t let me disappoint you!”
Ye Cheng smiled noncommittally, turned his head and whispered to the god beside him: "Go and see how Yang Zuoshi and the others are doing? The time I can delay is definitely limited, I have to let them seize the time to heal!"
The God took a breath, patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, it's up to you this time. If I can escape the disaster this time, I, the Ming Cult, will owe you a huge favor!"
Ye Cheng looked at the vast sea of people in front of him and thought to himself that he could only resign himself to fate now. Anyway, he had been targeted for a long time. Even though the Central Plains was a big country, it would no longer be easy.
Immediately he shook his head vigorously to drive those troublesome things out of his mind. He never forgot that his pursuit was to defeat his opponents and constantly climb higher in martial arts until he reached a height that was difficult for all living beings to reach.
As soon as his mind moved, the ancient arm of the demon Buddha attached to his arm. The dark arm exuded a faint black air, which quickly lingered around him, giving people an illusory and strange feeling, and even more like a ghost.
Like a demon king living in the abyss, his cold murderous aura instantly lowered the temperature around him. Even Jiang Long, who stood proudly opposite him, shivered inexplicably.
Jianglong frantically mobilized the true energy in his body, and streams of pure breath spread out. His heart was filled with an inexplicable excitement. Ye Cheng's power had already spread among the masters, and he could be as famous as him.
The competition among the masters below indeed had reasons to excite him.
As a master, it is extremely rare to meet a player of equal strength and have an open and fair battle. Whether it is to prove one's martial arts skills or to use it to break through oneself, it is a long-awaited dream.
Chance.
As the momentum climbed rapidly, Jianglong's two-meter-high iron tower-like body appeared so strong, like a majestic mountain, giving people the illusion that it was difficult to shake.
As his momentum increased, Jiang Long took one step forward, landing heavily on the floor of the hall. In an instant, this extremely depressing aura pressed straight towards Ye Cheng with the momentum of a strong wind rolling around the grass.
Many players exhaled deeply and shifted themselves to Ye Cheng's position, swallowing saliva and feeling powerless.
Ye Cheng was still standing quietly, looking very calm and calm, as if the pressure and energy in front of him had nothing to do with him. The silence of his whole person had become one with the hall, and they were part of each other.
, the energy that enveloped and oppressed him slipped strangely from his body, as if bypassing the pillars of the hall.
Jiang Long paused for a moment, never expecting that the power he could accumulate and radiate would be broken in this way. He had to admit Ye Cheng's cleverness. He immediately stopped hesitating and strode out, sweeping across a distance of two feet in two steps.
The iron fist moved suddenly, hitting Ye Cheng's head and chest.
The surging energy shot out along the arm, like a burst of thunder. The sound was so loud and shocking that people couldn't help but worry that if they were hit, their flesh and blood would be mutilated.
Ye Cheng's eyes were half-squinted. From this punch, he could tell how powerful Subdued Dragon was. In terms of arm strength alone, he was definitely no match. But facing this violent and ferocious punch, he was also
Without any fear, in the astonished eyes of everyone, he pointed out that Jiang Long's fist hit him from above.
The whole body actually floated backwards with the strong wind blowing from the fist, and flew away like a piece of paper.
The moment the fist touched the edge, the strong and powerful force was transmitted along the fingertips. Although it was not unpredictable and strange, it had its own power. The pure physical power had been used to an extremely terrifying state. It was indeed worthy of being called
A master born in Shaolin.
The spiral energy in Ye Cheng's fingertips shot out quickly, and it suddenly felt like he was drilling on a steel plate. He retreated as soon as he touched it, floated out a few feet with the force of the rebound, and landed steadily on the ground. He chuckled.
: "Brother Jianglong seems to have improved again recently, no wonder he dares to volunteer for a fight!"
Although he only raised one finger just now, it blocked all Jiang Long's offensive. The power of one finger made it difficult for him to burst out his inner energy, making it completely difficult for him to launch the next offensive. He forcefully controlled Jiang Long's attack.
Rhythm of the Dragon.
Unable to take advantage of the situation, Jiang Long could only stop with his fists closed. He was also feeling uncomfortable at this moment. Ye Cheng had made a lot of improvements to his cyclone since he got a glimpse of Xu Ziling's spiral energy, and the spiral energy he used was also
It has a solid shape and is more condensed than before. Coupled with its ultra-high penetrating power, even a steel plate has to drill a hole.
A seemingly ordinary and simple finger made Jianglong use all his strength to resolve it. The extremely penetrating finger force spread along the edge of the fist to the entire arm. If he hadn't paid more attention to strengthening the body, the meridians would have also
It is extremely tough, and I am afraid that just one finger can pierce his shoulder, causing great damage.
Jianglong's face was solemn. He thought that he had improved enough to have a vigorous battle with Ye Cheng this time. Not only this one finger had already caused him to suffer, his heart was naturally heavy, and he said: "Brother Shouwang, it seems
It’s also a great improvement in my skill, no wonder I dare to dare to challenge the heroes of the world!”
Ye Cheng smiled lightly and said: "There is nothing I can do. Who gave me so many enemies? If I hadn't become stronger, I would have been torn to pieces by you long ago. But challenging you is what I want to do the most. Let me see you.
The strength of all the heroes in the world!"
After finishing speaking, he tapped his feet lightly, and his body floated strangely. He seemed to be moving slowly but quickly in front of Jiang Long. He punched out with his right arm with the ancient arm of the demon Buddha, and said softly: "Come here, don't go back, it's disrespectful."
Also, give me a try too!"
Compared to Jianglong's powerful and powerful punch, Ye Cheng's punch was unremarkable, with only a vague ethereal flavor.
He had caught Jiang Long's previous punch with one finger. Naturally, Jiang Long couldn't avoid fighting at this moment. If so, he would lose a lot of momentum.
Immediately his energy sank into his dantian, and his feet were as strong as a thousand pieces of gold, as stable as a stone from Nanshan Mountain.
Facing Ye Cheng's blow, he did not dare to be careless even if there was no wind or lang. Moreover, it was difficult for him to see through the secret of this punch, and he did not dare to be careless. He slowly raised his right fist, as if it was worth a thousand pieces of gold.
, heading towards Ye Cheng’s fist seal.
This is a collision of forces, and it is also a competition for the control of internal energy.
Jiang Long punched out, and the moment he touched Ye Cheng's fist, he suddenly felt something bad. The surging energy seemed to be blasted into nothingness, without any use of strength. He immediately understood that there was a trick in it, and hurriedly controlled it.
Get angry and withdraw your fist strength.
He was considered to be extremely powerful, otherwise the backlash of forcefully withdrawing his true energy would have been enough for him. However, when he saw the smile on Ye Cheng's lips, his heart skipped a beat again, and he hurriedly moved back.
How could Ye Cheng fulfill his wish? The spiral energy that he had contained but not leaked out seemed to come out of nowhere. It surged out along the meridians in an instant, and broke through forcefully along with the internal energy that Jianglong had withdrawn, and actually tore apart his body-protecting essence in an instant.
Qi, faster than lightning, travels retrograde along Jianglong's meridians.
Jianglong's eyes widened angrily. He didn't expect Ye Cheng to be able to control his true energy like this. He had reached another level. Naturally, it was beyond his reach. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body, and a cloud of blood couldn't help but spray out.
, but he is also an ordinary mediocre fighter, frightened but not confused. When he retreated violently, he left a shadow of his fist behind him, as if he was afraid of being attacked by someone taking advantage of the situation.
Unexpectedly, Ye Cheng did not take advantage of the situation to kill him, but stood quietly in the hall, watching Jiang Long fleeing in embarrassment, and said quietly: "Brother Jiang Long, it seems that your kung fu has not been mastered, so you should go back to Shaolin to practice hard in seclusion.
Go, if you have a chance, fight me again!"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jianglong knew that he had been defeated. If his opponent had taken advantage of the situation and killed him, he would have definitely killed him within ten moves. At this moment, he had several meridians damaged, and his strength had been compromised, let alone
He may be Ye Cheng's opponent. If he continues to struggle, he will eventually die here.
In front of all the heroes in the world, he would not be so stupid, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Brother Shouwang's advice today is condensed in my heart, and I will definitely pay it back in the future!"
Ye Cheng had a calm face, seemingly indifferent and calm, but in fact he was slightly relieved. Fortunately, Jianglong realized his interests and did not continue to entangle with him. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort to deal with this person, and it would be impossible to destroy him without any damage.
Killing him is definitely not a good thing when there are many enemies around.
The best way to frighten away the subduing dragon is to not only preserve your own strength for the next challenge, but also to maintain your own mystery. Only by attacking with strange moves can you injure your opponent, so that you can remain invincible.
In the place of defeat, we strive for the opportunity for healing for everyone in the Ming Cult.
Easily defeating the famous master in Shaolin immediately caused a commotion among the six sects. No matter how big the name is, you can only believe it if you see it with your own eyes. Ask yourself, there are not many people who can defeat Jiang Long so easily.
What is even more heart-wrenching is this courage. Even when facing the world's masters, he can still be so calm and calm, and even when he speaks out boldly, there are only a few people who can do it.
Looking at Ye Cheng, who had a calm face, no one took the initiative to ask for help at this moment. Ye Cheng, who was standing in the hall, felt a little palpitated and felt an inexplicable pressure in his heart.
Ye Cheng glanced around with cold eyes. When he saw Emei Zhou Zhiruo, he couldn't help but take another look. It happened that the other party also looked over. When they looked at each other, he felt her beautiful eyes twinkling, as if she was thinking about something.
Xiang Yecheng's eyes were also less cold than before.
"Kongtong Sect Xuankong Sect Wudong, please give me some advice, Brother Shouwang!"
In the square formation of the Kongtong Sect, a person was walking slowly when a fluffy white robe wrapped his whole body tightly. The figure was slightly petite, and the voice was delicate and delicate. It must be a woman.
This person stopped two feet in front of Yecheng. The five old men from the Kongtong faction who besieged Guangmingding all had smiles on their faces. They all looked at the man in white robes with pride. It seemed that this man was
He is like a very proud disciple of the Kongtong sect.
