At this moment, Ye Xiu had handed Yuan Xiaoyuan into A'Bo's hands. His cold eyes looked at Han Qingqing again. Han Qingqing trembled and retreated almost instinctively.
Ye Xiu stepped forward and flew directly towards Han Qingqing. In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiu was in front of Han Wuqing again.
"Mr. Leng, save me..." Han Qingqing was horrified and shouted in panic, regardless of his identity as the leader of Hanye Clan.
Before he could finish his words, a figure rushed out from the left direction. In the same instant, he came to Ye Xiu and punched Ye Xiu in the head.
Ye Xiu frowned, raised his left hand, and heard a muffled "bang" sound, and a terrifying force hit his left arm. With his strength, he could barely block this moment.
One punch.
But the opponent's second punch had already come like lightning.
Ye Xiu had no choice but to give up his ruthless pursuit of Han. He quickly turned around, raised his right hand, and spread his fingers wide open to protect his chest!
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and a terrifying energy burst out from between the two of them. Ye Xiu's body was directly shaken back by this wave of energy.
"Pah, pah, pah..." Every time he took a step back, a crack appeared in the cement floor under his feet. When he took eight steps back and stood still, the cement floor in front of him had completely shattered.
The dust stirred up by the air waves also dispersed at this moment.
A vigorous figure was revealed.
He was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing an ordinary gray-white cloth, with a shaved head, and his eyes were electric, which was very extraordinary.
This is a master, a master whose cultivation is at least as much as his inner strength.
Where could Han Qingqing find such a master?
Mr. Leng? This guy is also cold-tempered? Does he have anything to do with Leng Tianyun?
Various thoughts flashed through Ye Xiu's mind, and his eyes were fixed on the man.
Everyone else was also shocked. No one present could clearly see the trajectory of the two men just now, but the terrifying energy also made everyone understand that in the face of a master showdown of this level, they would not even have the chance to intervene.
have.
Apu has already seen Ye Xiu's strength.
But who is this middle-aged man? He is actually able to fight on a par with Mr. Ye, and even has a slight upper hand.
How could Han Qingqing find such a master?
Only Yuan Wenhao, who had long understood Han Qingqing's conspiracy, showed a look of relief. He had always been curious about why Han Qingqing dared to set up such a trap when he knew that there was a peerless master beside him. Now he understood that this master,
This is Han Qingqing’s hidden trump card!
"Taixubu?" At this time, the middle-aged man glanced at the concrete floor that was crushed by Ye Xiu's footsteps, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes!
"Good taste!" Ye Xiu chuckled, still staring at the man.
This guy is even stronger than Leng Tianyun, so it's not easy to deal with him.
"To be able to have such skills at this age, you have quite a lot of talent, but I just don't know who your master is?" the man said calmly.
"What? Are you scared?" Ye Xiu sneered.
"Afraid? I, Leng Wufeng, have been in the world for many years and have never been afraid of anyone. I just don't want to accidentally hurt an old friend!" The man chuckled.
"Oh, then don't worry. Although my master is a bit wretched, he can't be friends with a scumbag like you, so you can die in peace!" Ye Xiu said with a faint smile.
The man who called himself Leng Wufeng frowned. He was still thinking about why the other party called his master filthy, but he heard Ye Xiu directly tell him to die in peace.
Just as he was about to laugh a few times, he suddenly saw Ye Xiu's figure stepping out in an instant. He was in front of him in the blink of an eye and punched him in the heart.
It was an extremely ordinary straight punch. In the eyes of others, the trajectory of the punch was clearly visible. Even Han Qingqing was confident to withstand the punch.
But Leng Wufeng's calm expression completely changed at this moment.
He was the only one who felt the terrifying power contained in this punch. He even vaguely saw another dragon-shaped energy wrapping around Ye Xiu's arm!
Without any hesitation, Leng Wufeng pulled his left hand and punched out with his right fist like lightning.
The same violent energy was concentrated on his fist, and he struck Ye Xiu again!
"Boom..." There was another muffled sound, and terrible energy suddenly erupted. Leng Wufeng's whole body was shaken back by this energy.
Ye Xiu was also shaken back by this force. However, he only took one step back and forcibly stabilized his body. Then he kicked his legs hard, jumped into the air, and slapped Leng Wufeng with a palm at full speed.
The Eight Forms of the Heavenly Dragon: The Dragon Splits the Sky!
Leng Wufeng's expression changed again. He was still retreating, unable to maintain his balance at all. It was too late to dodge, so he could only raise his arms with all his strength to protect his head.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise again, and the terrifying palm force slapped Leng Wufeng's arms hard, and they exploded directly. The cement floor under his feet was shattered, and the force swept away
It was smashed into pieces and countless dust was thrown up.
However, Ye Xiu didn't give him a chance to recover. As soon as his body landed on the ground, he threw out another uppercut.
The Nine Dragons Ascend to Heaven in the Eight Forms of Tianlong!
In the eyes of ordinary people, it was an ordinary punch, but several qi energy wrapped around his right arm, hitting Leng Wufeng's chin from bottom to top.
Leng Wufeng's eyes were full of solemnity, and he raised his right hand downwards to block Ye Xiu's punch.
But the punch was so powerful that it sent his body flying.
In a duel between masters, the only chance is to win.
As Leng Wufeng's body left the ground and the gap was exposed, all the energy in Ye Xiu's body exploded, and he was about to use the Tianlong Breaking Dawn in the Eight Heavenly Dragon Styles again to kill his opponent in one fell swoop.
A sharp sword energy struck from the left direction at full speed.
Facing this terrifying sword energy, Ye Xiu had to quickly withdraw his attack, and his whole body moved backward to avoid the sword.
The sword that was supposed to be a vertical slash suddenly changed direction the moment he retreated and slashed horizontally towards him.
Ye Xiu's pupils shrank, and while he stepped back, he reached out and slapped the sword energy.
With a sound of "Pa!", the sword energy was smashed to pieces by his palm, but the splashing sword energy still opened several small wounds on his body.
And he even retreated seven steps in a row before he stabilized his figure.
When he looked up, he saw a man also wearing cloth appeared in front of Leng Wufeng, but he was holding a sword in his hand.
A blue long sword!
The hilt of the sword turned out to be a dragon's head, and the sword body just protruded from the dragon's mouth...