Chapter 10 Kill Nanquan, only one person is needed for the glory of the world
Bang!
The sound of the wind broke out, and the two had already fought dozens of moves, and the sand and stones flew away, and the energy gushed.
Wang Teng's green robe was swaying, and his body was shining with jade-white color, like a stone man born to raise; his fists were pounding the strong wind, and he was not good at it, without any fancy.
Song Tianming's black hair danced wildly, his eyes were terrifying, and there was true energy attached to every punch and palm; it exploded and long.
Grab and snatch. He has already opened up the dantian Qi sea and entered the top, with a strong true qi; but it is still difficult to gain an advantage in front of Wang Teng, who has achieved great success in Yu Zhen’s achievements.
"What's wrong, what's your bold words! Aren't you going to avenge Xie Ying?"
Wang Teng punched out, and the smile on his face became colder and colder, constantly stimulating Song Tianming's nerves.
"It's not a good thing for you to stir my anger."
Song Tianming spoke in a deep voice, his eyes were cold, and his fist's true energy suddenly surged; he knocked back the Taoist in front of him with one punch, embracing his hands empty, like a circle.
"Let you know what is the best now!"
His energy was erect, and the fierce true energy surged up and surrounded him; it was constantly injected between his arms, and the violent air flow was roaring, as if it was like a sound.
"Do you think I'm a decoration?"
Wang Teng stepped on the seven-star steps and rushed to Song Tianming in a moment, and smashed the jade iron fist; but it was extremely slow, as if he was in a quagmire.
His expression changed slightly. Within three feet, he had already been surrounded by Song Tianming's true energy; it was constantly eroding, making him unable to move.
"Tiangang is domineering!"
Song Tianming shouted, his arms turned violently, and the violent airflow broke open; it gushed in a ring shape, and in a whistling manner, it bombarded the Taoist out and fell several feet away.
Huh ~
The air flow rushes, and the remaining momentum swept across the mountain peak, causing sand and dust to spread.
Song Tianming was slightly gasping for breath, and he consumed a lot of money when he used his martial arts killer move.
His eyes were quiet, and he looked at the dust tightly, and his intuition told him that the Jade Taoist would never be defeated by him so simply.
Pa, pa.
In the smoke and dust, heavy footsteps came, and a figure shrouded in jade white light; a purple mark on the eyebrows flashed, like a god or a demon.
"Haha, the show has just begun, Song Tianming!"
Wang Teng walked out, the jade white color was slightly dim, the purple sky eyes between his eyebrows turned, and he quietly stared at Song Tianming.
Three eyes?!
Song Tianming looked shocked. How could it be? How could anyone in this world look like this? What kind of monster is he?
"Who are you!"
His mind trembled, his fists clenched unnaturally. Did the Jade Taoist actually have three eyes?
"Kill your person!"
Wang Teng sneered, his body burst out, and his eyes on his eyebrows were able to see Song Tianming's every move; the jade white iron fist hit him down, like a sledgehammer falling, and the strong wind whistled.
"Kill me, you haven't finished your shift yet!"
Song Tianming gritted his teeth, and despite his inexplicable shock, his hands were still not slow; his fists were swung out one after another, and the true energy swayed and the sound of a snap.
Thirty feet away, the martial arts masters watching the battle were a little stunned.
What did they see? The jade Taoist actually had three eyes? A purple mark on the middle of his eyebrows was strange and mysterious.
"What is he from? Demons, ghosts, or reincarnations of immortals and Buddhas?"
A good man who has been famous in the martial arts world for many years murmured and was shocked. This scene was too amazing; it was like a myth that shone into reality, making people a little dazed.
文彩 Dingding Novel 文彩. "Don't forget that he came out of the Qingtian View, and he could only be the reincarnation of immortals and Buddhas."
On the treetops, there are martial arts celebrities with deep meanings, and their eyes look at the mountainside are extremely cautious.
There, a Taoist stood quietly, his purple robe slightly raised.
"Tianpo kills you alive, die for me!"
On the top of the mountain, Song Tianming's robe was swelling, his eyes were covered with blood; the true energy flowed like water, and his fists instantly shot out a hundred fist winds, bombarding Wang Teng's acupuncture points on all sides of his body, trying to kill him.
Kara!
The sound of acupuncture was heard, and Wang Teng groaned and retreated, and roars were heard everywhere on his body; but the sky eyes between his eyebrows became brighter and purple light was richer.
"Hehehe, Song Tianming, I really want to thank you."
His breathing was slightly deeper, and the jade-white color covering his body was a little dim, but his hands were also embracing the circle at some point, and he put on a familiar air.
"What, you are this?!"
In an instant, Song Tianming thought a lot, and he was too familiar with this posture; but he was unwilling to believe it, let alone believe it.
"Heaven! Gang! Ba! Lie!"
The bright red qi and blood in the body surged up and turned into an unrivaled huge force. Wang Teng roared angrily; his arms turned violently, and the airflow burst and spread out, sweeping around.
"Impossible! This is impossible! Why did you know this trick?!"
Song Tianming looked shocked. He couldn't believe that Yu Duxiu could learn his martial arts killer moves. He successfully used it after watching it once. How could this be possible?
boom!
The violent airflow roared and exploded, exploding and hit Song Tianming's body; it suddenly beat him up, falling ten feet away, splashing smoke and dust, in an extremely embarrassing manner.
“This…this…this?”
Thirty feet away, the warriors watching the battle couldn't speak and were at a loss about the scene in front of them.
"From now on, the name of Nanquan will be replaced. The talent of Yu Taoist is too terrifying."
A martial arts celebrity sighed and said, thinking a lot.
"Ahem, Wang Teng!!!"
Song Tianming's eyes were about to break, and he struggled to stand up. The attack just now shook his mind; he was shaken, and his martial arts killer move was actually mastered by someone at a glance.
Such a blow is undoubtedly huge and must be washed with blood.
"It's not over yet! Song Tianming, I'll accept the name of Nanquan; Tianpo kills alive!"
The next moment, a figure rushed out, and the jade-white iron fist was like thunder; under the urging of the thick qi and blood in the body, hundreds of fist winds were instantly shot out, and it landed accurately on various acupuncture points in Song Tianming.
Puff puff puff!
Two figures intersected by, Song Tianming glared and stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to grab something.
The next second, hundreds of blood holes suddenly burst out on his body, and blood gushed out; his eyes fell to the ground without any vitality.
"I won this battle."
Three feet away, Wang Teng dissipated his jade skin and stood quietly; he looked at Song Tianming's body that had lost his vitality, and his eyes were still glaring, as if he was extremely unwilling to accept it.
"You are just starting out. There should be only one person in this world's glory!"
He whispered, his eyes getting hotter and turned and walked down the stairs.
The sun is high, and the wind is howling on the top of the mountain. Only one person falls down forever, is buried and forgotten.
On the other hand, all the martial arts masters who came to watch the battle were silent and silent, and they witnessed the birth of a legend.
The second-rate situation defeated the top and killed one of the six masters.
The Jade Taoist Wang Teng, this name will replace Nanquan and become the top master who resounds throughout the world.
"This world is about to change..."
The martial arts celebrities whispered, "I don't know whether this jade Taoist emerged or a disaster, but what kind of myths will be created...
"Wang Teng, you're so amazing..."
At the side of the mountain, the purple-robed Taoist sighed slightly and looked quietly at the figure walking down from the top of the mountain.