Five hundred and fortieth IX three punches falling dance Qingfeng
At this time, the sun had climbed to the treetops, and the crowds below the audience were gathering more and more, bustling with people, and they looked all over the dark heads.
On the scarlet carpet, Yan Yun and Wang Meng gathered for more than a meter and looked at each other!
These two people stood on the same arena, and no matter who saw it, they were shocked.
Wang Meng is more than nine feet tall, with dark skin as coal, and a face full of thick hair. If he stands in the distance, he is a big chimpanzee in the deep mountains and forests.
Looking at Yan Yun again, he was less than seven feet tall, white and clean, and full of scholarly spirit. Although the young face was left with the vicissitudes of his age due to the half-year Liantian Fenghuo. But no matter how you look at it, he was the same.
The childish child. What makes people laugh even more is that his weapon is actually a black broken knife.
"Remember my name, kill the tiger with one punch, Wang Meng!" Wang Meng shouted angrily.
Yan Yun snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and shouted word by word: "Then remember my name, Yan Yun!"
"Okay, Yanyun, right? Today, I will make you a death cloud!" Wang snorted angrily and rushed forward.
At this time, Yan Yun's eyes were nothing but the iron fist that Wang rushed up. Moreover, he knew very well that the punch was as powerful as a tiger, and with his current martial arts, he could not handle it at all.
When he thought of this, Yan Yun stopped hesitating, and dodged sideways, retreated six or seven steps in a row, avoiding Wang Meng's punch that was as fierce as an angry tiger.
Wang Meng punched the air, as if he was hitting a ball of cotton, with an angry expression.
"Big guy, come again!" Yan Yun proudly provoked.
"This is your own death!" Wang Meng snorted angrily, then suddenly shouted:
"A punch collapses the mountain!"
"Look, the Tiger King with one punch has taken a trick!" A man who was watching the fun shouted excitedly as if he had discovered some treasure.
"It is said that Wang Meng opened the tiger's head with this punch. It seems that this kid named Yan Yun is in trouble." Another person who knew something about the inside answered with regret.
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At this time, Qi Xiang also secretly sweated for Yan Yun and asked worriedly: "Brother Lin, do you think Yan Yun is in danger? Do you want me to come forward and help him?"
Lin Yu stared at the ring with his eyes tightly, shook his head slightly, and said, "No need for now, I believe Yan Yun can handle these things."
When Afeng heard this, he didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change much, but his right finger was moving slightly. In the eyes of others, this movement may not be abnormal, it was just a normal habitual movement.
Lin Yu knew very well that every time Afeng wanted to do something, he would do this action. It seemed that he was ready to take action.
On the ring, Yan Yun saw that Wang Meng's punch had increased by at least six or seven times than the punch just now, so he naturally did not dare to underestimate him at all. He was still full of hippie smiles just now.
It immediately became cold as frost, and a hint of fear appeared in its clear eyes.
boom!
Wang Meng fell down with a punch, but he only broke a pillar as thick as a bowl, but he didn't even catch Yan Yun's shadow.
"Big guy, I'm behind you!" A look of pride appeared on Yan Yun's lips again.
How Yan Yun avoided Wang Meng's must-kill punch just now? Nearly a thousand people under the arena, at least eight to nine out of ten, and none of them could see clearly. The remaining one or two people were also secretly amazed Yan in his heart.
Yun's body technique is amazing.
"What a elegant body style!" Qi Xiang shouted in surprise.
Afeng's right finger had stopped moving, but there were still drops of sweat on it. At this time, his black eyes seemed a little surprised.
Lin Yu's expression was also shocked, but his astonishment was different from others. Others were shocked by Yan Yun's wonderful body movement just now, but Lin Yu was shocked by Yan Yun's how he could do this body movement?
The body technique that Yan Yun just performed was called "Butterfly Dance in the Breeze", which was floating and light, as beautiful as a butterfly dancing in the breeze. This is the unique body technique of the Eastern family, and Lin Yu himself can do it.
My mother taught her "Butterfly Dance and Breeze" but who taught her butterfly Dance and Breeze?
The first few people I thought of were eliminated by Lin Yu in his heart. His mother could not teach Yan Yun these things. A Feng's body skills were just like that, and it was all a wild way driven by internal force. This was also his
One of the most important reasons why Yan Yun has never taught light skills. Yan Yun’s sister Yan Hong is a disciple of the Emei Sect, so it is impossible to know such a body technique... Then there is only the last person left, Dongfang Yanran!
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yu's mouth. He didn't expect that the relationship between them would develop so quickly. It seems that Yan Yun is good at coaxing girls!
Just as Lin Yu was in reverie, Wang Meng on the stage punched the sky again, and his anger rushed three feet high, and shouted in his throat: "Light can dodge, what a hero, little bastard, you
Do you dare to take your Grandpa Wang Meng's punch?”
Yan Yun snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "Why don't you dare? If you have the ability, let you see how powerful I am!"
"Okay, this is what you said!" Wang Meng gritted his teeth hard and shouted angrily.
Before his words could be completely finished, Wang Meng was like a crazy tiger, kicking the ground with his feet and using his strength to pounce towards Yan Yun.
Yan Yun stood there, his black eyes quickly flowing, and a cold murderous intent appeared, staring at Wang Meng tightly.
The distance between Wang Meng and Yan Yun was only ten steps away. When he began to wave his iron fist and rushed forward, Yan Yun stood there without moving.
When he was about to pounce until the last five steps left, Yan Yun still didn't move!
When he was about to pounce until only three steps were left, Yan Yun still did not move!
At this time, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Wang Meng's mouth. His two punches just now were all avoided by him with mysterious body techniques. No matter what, he had to ask for his little one.
If you have a life, at least you have to completely crippled him, otherwise you will be sorry for your name of killing the tiger with one punch.
Everyone in the audience also held their breath, stared at the scene on the ring, and secretly sweated for Yan Yun in their hearts.
"Brother Lin, will Yan Yun be in danger?" Qi Xiang's expression was full of worry. She blinked Shui Lingling's big eyes and asked hurriedly.
Lin Yu did not answer, but just stared at the ring tightly. However, from the corner of his eyes, he found that Afeng's right finger did not move this time, and he did not want to help. Moreover, his expression was natural compared to before.
There are many, it seems that he has a lot of confidence in Yan Yun.
Just when Wang Meng was only one step away from Yan Yun and everyone thought the outcome was decided. Yan Yun turned sideways and suddenly avoided the deadly punch.
"You're playing..." Wang Meng pounced on the air for the third time, his lungs were almost blown up, and he cursed angrily, but as soon as he said two words, he suddenly felt a chilling chill behind him.
Before he could fully react, a black broken knife was already like a dark cloud covering the moon, and he swept over.
"ah!"
Wang Meng was cut off from his back, and a hole worth more than ten centimeters was cut. The blood dripped out and dripped on the scarlet carpet.
"Little bastard, I'll kill you!" Wang Meng ninja suffered a severe pain, roared suddenly, and then rushed towards Yan Yun like a mad dog.
Yan Yun didn't expect that Wang Meng was so fierce. He didn't react for a moment. He was punched hard in his arm, which made him grin and his face pale.
Just as Wang Meng was about to greet Yan Yun with his second punch, Yan Yun suddenly dodged and rushed under his arm in a very embarrassed manner.
But Wang Meng still didn't want to let Yan Yun go. His body was very wild and fierce. Now that he was angry, the muscles on his face were twitching wildly, which was even more scary than a real chimpanzee.
"Don't come over, don't come over, I don't want to hurt you, don't come over..." Yan Yun was frightened by the sudden madness of Wang Meng coming up, and said in a trembling voice.
"If you don't kill you today, it will be difficult to relieve my hatred in my heart, Grandpa Wang Meng. Go and die!" Wang Meng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.
At this time, Yan Yun was forced into a corner and had nowhere to dodge except under the ring. However, once he jumped off the ring, he would automatically admit defeat.
"No, no, no, I must not admit defeat. I want to become stronger and become a strong man. I also want to avenge my grandfather, my father, and the entire Yan family. I must not admit defeat, never do it!"
Deep inside, a voice roared desperately.
At that moment, Yan Yun's eyes were no longer filled with fear and fear. In front of him, the tragic situation of the Yan family being destroyed, the tragic situation of his brothers in the robes stained the battlefield with blood, and the tragic situation of himself as a dog
, The tragic situation of lying on the ground...
"Ahhh...ahh..." Yan Yun suddenly seemed to be crazy, and ignored everything, waved the broken knife and slashed at Wang.
Wang Meng was also shocked by Yan Yun's formation and subconsciously fisted back to resist.
Bang!
A violent impact sounded, and Wang Meng's fists were cut half by Yan Yun's black broken knife. The gloomy white bones were exposed with bright red flesh and blood. The scene was very tragic.
Wang Meng's fists had been hard as hard as iron, and could fight against ordinary weapons, but at this time, Yan Yun cut half of them off like a watermelon.
Before Wang Meng could scream, Yan Yun's second sword fell down again. This sword was more fierce than the one just now. He cut down his two fists when he went up. The gurgling blood was like a fountain.
, slammed all over the floor, making the scarlet carpet even more red and dazzling.
"Ah...ah..." The screams like a pig slaughtered throughout the ring, making people frightened. The timids were so scared that they covered their eyes. The crowds were crowded with people below, and screamed in succession.
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Yan Yun was already red in his eyes at this time, and he did not want to let go of the wild and strong man who wanted to kill him just now. He waved his sword and slashed at Wang Meng's head.
Wang Meng's hands were bloody and ran wildly on the ring, while Yan Yun had red eyes and waved a black broken knife to chase him closely. This bloody scene formed a scene before the two of them competed at the beginning.
After a sharp contrast, everyone was stunned.
"Little brother, forgive me if you have to, don't overdo it!" Just after Wang Meng and Yan Yun ran in front and chased each other, and turned six or seven times on the ring, a sound like a bell,