Ye Cheng faced this strange blow with no intention of retreating. This was exactly what he was pursuing. Being able to fight against a master of Fan Song's level was an extremely precious opportunity.
Fan Song, whose whole body was pitch black, had a sharp increase in murderous intent. He never expected that he would encounter a master like Ye Cheng here. Even though the opponent's skills were weaker than his own, he did not show any disdain at all. After all, he was here.
A master at his level would often kill himself in a single thought.
"bite!"
Breaking through the layers of energy, he slashed heavily on Fan Song's fist, but the sound of gold and iron clashing shocked Ye Cheng completely, and even made his arms tingle.
The right hand holding the knife was shocked by a strong and strong force and was in severe pain.
Fan Song's fists are harder than gold and iron, and are no longer made of flesh and blood. This extremely tyrannical outer sect's Kung Fu training is extremely frightening.
"I'm afraid that this is where the Golden Bell Shield has reached its highest level!" Suppressing the restless blood in his chest, Ye Cheng hurriedly took five steps back, each step leaving deep footprints on the stone floor. Obviously,
Fan Song's skills are more than a little stronger than his.
Although Fan Song had the upper hand this time, he didn't feel comfortable. The fierce and domineering yet flexible spiral energy in the knife made him feel quite painful. However, he succeeded with the attack in front of him and took advantage of the situation to kill him.
How could he not know his opponent's best opportunity, and how could he let it go?
Like an iron man poured into steel, Fan Song moved with a bang. When he took the first step, the strong and murderous energy instantly crushed the stone slabs under his feet, leaving a trace on the ground that he flew by.
deep ravine.
Ye Cheng seemed to see a demon god, and it was a demon god with murderous intent all over his body. A pair of huge and seemingly invincible iron fists struck at him without any fancy.
It was this simple boxing technique that made Ye Cheng feel like he had no way to escape. The opponent's punches were all within three feet of his body, completely reducing his range of movement to the smallest range, and even more so.
The surroundings are completely sealed, this is the strength of the innate strong man.
Before he could recover from the blow just now, the pupils in Ye Cheng's eyes shrank almost instantly, and he instantly entered his realm.
The next moment, the whole world became clear in Ye Cheng's eyes. The black energy surrounding him exuded powerful killing intent. As long as he showed any flaw, he would be killed like thunder.
Fan Song's pair of iron fists in front of him were even more ferocious, and his aura was already impeccable.
Ye Cheng became completely silent, the light in his eyes suddenly converged, and the whole person "disappeared" in front of Fan Song's eyes, blending into the world. The mysterious and mysterious feeling made even Fan Song feel confused.
Horrified.
The strength and weakness of the surrounding energy, as well as the strength and weakness of Fan Song's fists, all completely emerged in Ye Cheng's mind.
The giant chop moved, and it was the first time that Ye Cheng fought with someone in the realm of his true self, and he was still a real strong man.
The dark red blade drew a strange arc in the air at an incomprehensible angle, as if it was following an existing route, and struck Fan Song's ribs with scorching energy.
Fan Song was shocked by the knife technique that was difficult for others to understand. The position where the knife struck was the hub where his true energy converged at the moment, but the movement of the knife completely avoided the sharp edge of his fist.
He walked in the position where his breath was weakest and used strong force to hit the weak one, and he immediately cracked his boxing technique.
Fan Song's fist posture immediately changed, but it was still fierce and domineering, but it was just a little less sharp than before.
"when!"
A heavy punch hit the broad blade of Ju Zhan, like an ancient bell that had been silent for thousands of years being struck. In the deafening buzzing sound, Ye Cheng felt that his body was hit hard, and his entire right arm
They were all numb, and the zhenqi and blood in his body were stirring and scattered like water in a kettle.
"puff!"
Ye Cheng stepped back ten steps in a row before he stabilized his figure. A series of marks were left behind his feet, but the indifference in his eyes remained. Naturally, the giant slash in his hand was still held flat and locked firmly.
Holding Fan Song, it would be difficult for him to take advantage of the situation to pursue him, otherwise he would only be followed by a thunderous pursuit.
Compared to Ye Cheng's embarrassment, Fan Song only took two steps back and dug his feet deeply into the ground without moving an inch. However, he was still defeated and his original fatal punch was affected.
It was beyond recognition, it just made the opponent vomit some blood. From his point of view, it was a defeat.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath, channeled the restless energy in his body into the right path, and said loudly: "The Powerful Demon God of the Sun and Moon God Sect is really powerful. This kid has learned a lesson!"
In a blink of an eye, the two women carrying Linghu Chong had already jumped out of the wall and disappeared into the vast night. They knew that the matter had been settled, and there were only less than twenty people who were surrounded and killed by the Four Friends of Jiangnan. As for the
Naturally, he would not care about the life and death of these people.
Ye Cheng knew that he was not Fan Song's opponent. The opponent was one of the four elders of the Sun Moon God Sect who had been famous for decades. It was not easy to have such a record tonight after using all his methods. If the entanglement continued, the opponent would be
Decades of skill and long-lasting aura, no matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to survive until that time.
Fan Song's majestic body stood proudly in the night, and he said coldly: "The result of opposing my divine religion is death. Leave your name behind this time, and I will let you die happily!"
Ye Cheng laughed, but his scarred face looked extremely unruly, giving off a sense of disdain. He said calmly: "Elder Fan has such a loud tone, I better wait until you stay here before I say this, otherwise it will be a big talk.
Everyone has the ability!"
At such an old age, Fan Song has survived the long journey in the world, and his mind has been tempered to the point where he can achieve today's achievements. How could he be shaken by Ye Cheng's words? But he
The coldness in his eyes became more and more intense. He glanced at the two women who had already escaped and said coldly: "In that case, let me learn your clever tricks today. I hope you won't disappoint me!"
After saying that, he waved his long sleeves, and a ball of energy swept up, rolling up all the gravel on the ground, turning it into hidden weapons, flying through the air with fierce momentum, directly attacking the vital points of Ye Cheng's body.
.
Ye Cheng suddenly raised his body, flew up to a height of ten feet, and said in a loud voice: "I'm going to be happy soon. Where can I find the time to fight with you, an old man here? Elder Fan, don't send him far away!"
Fan Song was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Ye Cheng had shown such extraordinary bravery just now that he would fly into the air in a blink of an eye, as if he was about to fly away. However, this move made him feel angry. As a high-ranking elder of a sect, he
, almost one person is inferior to ten thousand people. The majesty he has developed over the years has allowed him to know how to demonstrate his power, but the repeated provocations have completely made him angry.
Looking at Ye Cheng in mid-air, Fan Song shouted: "You want to leave right now. Is this a dyeing workshop?"
Fan Song, who was following closely behind, flew up, tending to catch up from behind. His palms were like two swords, and he slashed hard...
Ye Cheng suddenly felt as if a rock was hitting his head. The extremely depressing feeling even made him unable to breathe smoothly. Even the true energy in his body was not flowing smoothly. He was even more shocked at how powerful Fan Song was.
, not only is the external power extremely powerful, but even the internal power is also strange and unpredictable. No wonder he is known as the powerful demon god. He can hold the position of four elders in a sect with hundreds of thousands of members. He is indeed no ordinary person.
However, now that Ye Cheng has advanced to Xiantian, Wuxia Amen, at the moment when he attacked the body with his palm power, suddenly used the art of flying back, and his whole body moved through an arc in a strange way, avoiding Fan Song's attack.
Sweeping toward the east.
This sudden move made Fan Song lose his target. Looking at Ye Cheng who had already walked away, he felt a surge of anger that he had been teased. The moment he landed, he reached out and dug out two stone slabs from the ground.
The four-inch-thick, five-foot-long stone slab seemed like nothing in his hands.
"Don't leave, rat!"
The stone slab, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, flew through the air and hit Ye Cheng's back with a sharp sound. Black energy lingered on it, and it was obviously filled with extremely strong true energy.
Ye Cheng didn't know much about this flying technique, and it was just a move he stole from his master. However, he couldn't avoid it this time. He could only twist his body and slash out with all his strength to block the two stone slabs.
But just when the giant slash was about to hit the stone slab, Ye Cheng felt a panic in his heart. He immediately knew that there must be something wrong and immediately withdrew 20% of his strength to be prepared.
"Peng!"
A huge explosion sounded in the ears, followed by a burst of violent force, carrying pieces of rubble, comparable to hidden weapons.
At such a close distance, even if Ye Cheng wanted to hide, he was unable to save himself. He immediately made a giant slash to act as a shield, and all his true energy was released. Thick golden light enveloped his whole body, forming a circle that seemed to be like a shield.
A very strong shield.
"Puff puff puff——"
These stones carried extremely strong force and hit the wide blade of Juzhan, while the rest were shot directly on the golden bell cover. After three or five stones, they directly defeated the protection of the golden bell cover, directly
Break through Ye Cheng's body-protecting Qi and shoot it into the muscles.
Ye Cheng endured the severe pain and withdrew the giant slash at the moment he landed. He used his hands and feet to fly away in the air and submerged into the canopy of trees at the top of the wall in time.
At this moment, the killing in Meizhuang has ended. All the people who came to the rescue have been killed. Huang Zhonggong's clothes are not even stained with blood. After all, his strength is second only to Fan Song here, even though the gap is quite big.
"Elder Fan, all of these people have been killed, what should we do next? Please give me your instructions!" Huang Zhonggong bowed and asked.
Fan Song looked coldly at the place where Ye Cheng disappeared and said in a cold voice: "Chase me immediately and order all the spies in the Jiangnan area to dispatch. We must dig three feet into the ground to find these people, especially the scar-faced one. I want to
Let his life be worse than death!"
Huang Zhonggong nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, I understand!"
Fan Song glanced at the four friends of Jiangnan who were waiting aside, and said softly: "Now that Li Chaoyi is dead, the Jiangnan Branch must be left without someone in charge. For the time being, you will be the hall leader and handle all kinds of things. I will go back to Heimu for the time being."
Ya, tell the gang leader what happened here, and if you work hard, you may have a chance to make up for it!"
