The young officer let out a low roar, and his whole body attacked Zhuo Yihan like an exploding cannonball. The terrifying explosive power of the powerful Apocalypse caused his raised right fist to
, carrying the fierce aura, violently slashed directly at the opponent.
Zhuo Yihan smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and without any fuss, he made several dexterous sideways moves and small retreats, easily dodging the opponent's violent attacks.
"Zhuo Yihan, is this all you have? You just dare to hide like a mouse. Are you scared?" When the young officer saw that his several attacks failed to hit Zhuo Yihan, he suddenly became thunderous.
Furious.
At this time, Zhuo Yihan's eyes turned cold, and the energy of fire and ice in his palms suddenly surged. With a low cry, he shot out both palms and directly struck the opponent's chest.
boom--!
The impatient young officer only focused on offense and ignored defense. How could he withstand the palms of the second-level apocalypse? Zhuo Yihan took a blow to the chest, and he immediately vomited blood. He flew out and hit the side of the hall.
on the fence.
one move!
Zhuo Yihan only used one move to completely defeat this arrogant and domineering young officer, which shocked the entire audience.
Nowadays, celebrities from aristocratic families are mocking the young officer for not overestimating his abilities, and praising Qi Zhuo Yihan for his youthful talent and extraordinary strength.
The young officer was defeated miserably, his face full of embarrassment, especially because he had boasted about the oath of defeat in Haikou, which made him instantly fall into an embarrassing state.
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Three dog barks rang out in the hall, causing all the celebrities in the room to burst into laughter. The young officer hid in the toilet in shame.
Zhuo Yihan, who was in the middle of the ballroom, was in high spirits and instantly became the focus of the entire ball. Countless ladies with millions of dollars of gold cast ambiguous glances at him.
"Today's young people really don't know how to respect themselves and are extremely frivolous!"
In the dance hall, Uncle Zhao suddenly sighed.
He didn't say this very loudly, but in an environment full of compliments and surprises, it seemed particularly harsh.
Zhuo Yihan, who was originally full of pride, suddenly lost his expression and sneered at Zhao Huohua outside the court and said: "Uncle Zhao, it is said that you are the most powerful master in Zheng Mansion and a second-level apocalypse.
I have no talent, but I also want to learn a few tricks from Uncle Zhao!"
Zhuo Yihan was called learning, but it was actually a challenge. How could Zhao Huohua, an old man with a rigid caste and an irritable temperament, endure it? He snorted coldly on the spot: "You can be arrogant even if you are a reserve boy! He would step on everyone who would step on us in the Zheng Mansion.
If you are here, then of course I, Lao Zhao, would rather be respectful than obey your orders and fight with you."
"Uncle Zhao, for such a small role, you don't need to take action all the time! Let me represent the Zheng Mansion's bodyguard camp and compete with this young sect leader!"
Among the crowd, Ling Yu, dressed in bodyguard attire, suddenly stood up and spoke.
He originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but firstly, he saw how arrogant this so-called young sect leader was; secondly, when he and Uncle Zhao talked about the ambush incident on the black market road that day, Uncle Zhao vaguely revealed that
The three Apocalypse who were killed by him may have come from the Holy Sword Sect.
With all the old and new grudges added up, Ling Yu felt the need to spar with this so-called genius among mankind's younger generation of apocalypse!
"Well done, Xiaoyu! Don't lose the face of our Zheng family, otherwise I will beat you up when I go back, old man." Uncle Zhao said from the audience.
"Xiao Yuzi, beat him up!" Zheng Yuhan in the audience also clenched a pair of flower fists and cheered loudly.
As soon as Zhuo Yihan saw this asshole dressed as a bodyguard, he walked onto the stage without knowing what he was capable of. His originally disdainful eyes were instantly filled with anger.
Of course, his anger came more from the fact that Zheng Yuhan just said that Ling Yu was her boyfriend.
Such a daughter of a top family in Yanjing City actually said that such a country bumpkin bodyguard was her boyfriend. How could this not make Zhuo Yihan jealous and resentful at the same time!
After all, he is also the young sect leader of the Holy Sword Sect, a genius dual-system apocalypse in Yanjing City. He is unique, has amazing talents, and unlimited potential. Even Wu Qingyun, the young master who relies on his father, may not think highly of him.
Why can't I, a young leader who stands at the top of the golden peak, with rising potential, be inferior to this little bodyguard in front of me?
"We must beat him to pieces!" Zhuo Yihan said fiercely in his heart, "Let him make a fool of himself in front of thousands of celebrities, especially in front of Miss Yuhan, so that she will completely give up on this country bumpkin."
As soon as Ling Yu stood on the stage, the chilling atmosphere on the stage increased by three points because of Zhuo Yihan's sinister eyes.
"Within ten moves, if I, Zhuo Yihan, cannot defeat you, I will let you do whatever you want! But if I defeat you, you will crawl under my crotch like a dog and disappear forever in front of Miss Yuhan!"
Zhuo Yihan spoke viciously. He seemed to enjoy the supreme vanity brought about by abusing the young officer just now!
And countless celebrities from aristocratic families in the audience soon understood that the battle on the dance floor was not an ordinary battle, but a battle between love rivals!
This time it’s really worth seeing. If it’s serious, it might even kill someone!
After all, it is not uncommon for young masters to compete for a new love and draw swords against each other, which is not uncommon in the Imperial Household of Yanjing.
"You said it yourself. If you lose, let me handle it." Ling Yu, who was on the high stage on the dance floor, said with a faint smile.
"drink----!"
Zhuo Yihan stopped talking, his eyes were cold, and his palms were filled with two energies, one ice and one fire, and he attacked Ling Yu directly.
"Within three moves, he will be crippled! With the remaining seven moves, he will be tortured to death."
Zhuo Yihan, who took the initiative to attack, secretly calculated in his heart, broke through the cold air with his right palm with boundless fire, and hit Ling Yu's chest directly.
boom!
Zhuo Yihan's fiery palm hit Ling Yu's instantly opened energy shield, as if it hit a copper wall. There was a dull pain in his palm, and he even took a step back.
"Damn it! It's a defensive Apocalypse, so careless!" Zhuo Yihan said depressedly, and then the strength of his body increased by more than three times, and he suddenly hit Ling Yu's energy shield with both palms at the same time.
"Crush it for me!"
Zhuo Yihan roared, his voice resounding throughout the entire hall. Countless celebrities in the entire ballroom became excited because of his sudden rage.
Bang! Bang!
Following two heavy sounds, Ling Yu's protective shield not only did not break, but actually increased in thickness again.
"cut--!"
Many young masters and apocalypse who were full of confidence in Zhuo Yihan's palm suddenly burst into laughter.
This made Zhuo Yihan on the battlefield look as ashamed as a tomato.
"Get out of here————!"
Ling Yu, who was inside the protective shield, suddenly sharpened his eyes, raised his right foot suddenly, and kicked Zhuo Yihan's chest directly with lightning speed.
boom!
Because Zhuo Yihan was distracted just now, he didn't have time to protect himself. He was kicked firmly in the chest by Ling Yu. His whole body flew out and really rolled in a circle on the ground.
"Ha ha…………!"
The dance scene instantly erupted into bursts of laughter, and many Apocalypse who were dissatisfied with Zhuo Yihan's arrogant behavior burst into laughter.
"Looking for death! You forced me to do this."
Zhuo Yihan was completely furious, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist. The sword was more than three feet long. The sword was as red as fire and the carving was exquisite. At first glance, it was a good famous sword.
"Is it a flaming sword!?" A knowledgeable person at the dance exclaimed, "It is said that this is one of the three famous swords of the Holy Sword Sect! It has the ability to enhance fire damage."
"Sword Slash: Seven Styles of Fierce Sun!"
Zhuo Yihan roared, and poured all the star energy in his body into the flaming sword. As soon as he made a move, it was his strongest weapon "Seven Forms of the Fierce Sun". It seemed that he planned to defeat Ling Yu in one move, or even
Behead.
Seven terrifying blazing sword waves turned into seven blazing energy arcs, whizzing towards Ling Yu in the middle to kill him.
Because the waves of ** swords caused by the Seven Forms of the Fierce Sun were so terrifying, the people below the stage even fled around in panic.
Clang! Clang! Clang…………!
On the battlefield, seven sword slashes hit Ling Yu who was wrapped in a protective shield at the same time. A burst of harsh impact sounds instantly erupted. Each sword slash was like a sharp sword cutting hard against Ling Yu's protective shield.
…
However, the protective shield turned out to be fine!
Everyone in the audience was immediately shocked. This is Zhuo Yihan's most powerful killing move!
Unexpectedly, it was still unable to break through the defense of the little bodyguard of the Zheng Mansion, but only left seven shallow sword marks on it, which were quickly repaired by the energy shield itself.
"How is that possible!?" Zhuo Yihan himself opened his eyes in shock, so unbelievable that he hit the wall.
But thankfully, the little bodyguard in front of him has extremely strong defense, and is surprisingly powerful.
However, the attack power is probably not that good?
"He should have used all the star energy in his body on this energy cover. This coward!" Zhuo Yihan thought to himself to comfort himself.
"Roar----!"
Just when Zhuo Yihan had just finished his calculations, the scarlet protective shield in the distance suddenly rushed towards him like a huge lead ball exploding.
Ling Yu, attack!
pour!
There was a loud metallic sound, and three sharp golden blades suddenly stabbed out from his right fist. Ling Yu jumped up high like a god descending from the earth, his golden right claw tore open the cold air, and slammed towards Zhuo Yihan below.
Attack down.
"Damn it! Such powerful lethality!"
Zhuo Yihan's little heart below suddenly clicked, and he was extremely nervous. He had experienced more than a hundred battles, but he had never seen an opponent like Xiang Lingyu. He was as calm as a well just now, and now he suddenly exploded like a well.
The sea, like a golden lion, thundered directly towards me.
"I can't die!"
Zhuo Yihan immediately feared in his heart, and then raised the flaming sword in his hands with both hands, and blocked Ling Yu's violent claws horizontally... (To be continued.)