Chapter 1376: The Hand That Divides Muscles and Distorted Bones, Thunderbolt Palm
Chapter 1376: Split tendons and bones, hand, thunderbolt palm
Chu Yue stared closely at the battle formation, looking at Leng Qingshuang with great worry.
"This battle is too dangerous."
Qin Wuyi said nervously: "Luo Yan is more terrifying than the rumors say. He has a body of thunder and lightning, and can cross challenges. Now he is in the intermediate Wuxuan realm, and Qingshuang is the perfect one in the Wuxing realm. Before
Your battle in Dongli has already exhausted her, let alone encountering such a strong enemy! Xiaojiu, Zhan Zhan Academy doesn’t care about winning or losing, it only cares about the safety of its disciples. All the top ten academies are ashamed to surrender, but if you can
As long as Qingshuang is preserved, Zhan Zhan College can ask for nothing."
The Seventh Elder, Sixth Elder and others also nodded.
Luo Yan was ruthless and ruthless when he made a move.
It's so strong that it's no exaggeration to say it's steel.
If we continue to fight, Leng Qingshuang will either die or be injured.
"No need."
Chu Yue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
After pondering for a moment, he slowly opened his sharp eyes.
"Senior Sister Leng is unwilling to surrender. It would be a humiliation for her."
When Chu Yue spoke, her red lips trembled.
Even if she fights Luo Yan, there will be a fierce battle.
If Tu Weiwei, Ye Ying, and Yan Nanji came to challenge, they would all be slightly better than Leng Qingshuang.
Luo Yan's strength is probably on par with Yan Hongyuan's.
Even if Yan Hongyuan goes to fight, it will be a little difficult.
If Shenxuan Academy is used as the foundation, Yan Hongyuan is a disciple of Netherworld, and Leng Qingshuang is a disciple of Xuanji, how can they easily defeat Luo Beard?
Chu Yue's eyes were scarlet and she resisted the urge to rush to the battlefield.
This is Leng Qingshuang’s personal battle!
No one can interfere!
Chu Yue suddenly looked at Granny Ziyun and gritted her teeth.
She can't go into battle in anger, but there will be a personal battle and an elder battle!
When the time comes, she will get her money back with interest!
Granny Ziyun sat in a wheelchair dignifiedly and gracefully, adjusting the blanket covering her legs calmly and smiling calmly.
Luo Yan is a warrior trained by her.
He is a genius who can be compared with Mr. Ye.
Even if he fights Ye Chuyue, it's still a 50-50 split.
A mere deserted frost is naturally 19 blooms!
Luo Yan has a 90% chance of winning.
There is only a glimmer of hope in the deserted place.
"Luo Yan is really strong."
Jun Xia Zhu, the elder of Luoyu Academy, said: "Grandma Ziyun, I heard that Luo Yan has put in unimaginable efforts and sweat in order to become famous in today's battle."
"That's natural."
Granny Ziyun said with a smile: "After Luo Yan got the opportunity, he drank animal blood for food day and night, attracting thunder and tempering his body. It happened that the opportunity he got was the demon elixir that enhanced sensitivity and speed. It was really a blessing from God. Not to mention Luo Yan's
This pair of wind and thunder legs is just an appetizer. What is really powerful is Luo Yan’s hand that separates muscles and bones. It is called the thunderbolt palm. With one palm, it can split mountains and break mountains. Isn’t it easy to chop off human bones?"
The warriors around him were filled with admiration.
Grandma Ziyun looked at Chu Yue with a smile.
The two looked at each other.
Deep in the eyes of Grandma Ziyun, there was a luster of hatred.
in those days.
She, Shangguan Ziyun, lives in the Nine Continents of Shenmai, and is doted on by three thousand men. She is happy and at ease, lingering in the moonlight every night, exploring the highest civilization of male and female love.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
Ever since she met that bitch Mushanhe, her male favorites left her in a hurry, and her life has plummeted since then, and one of her legs was broken as a result.
Grandma Ziyun trained Luo Beard to strive for the position of the first academy.
She originally wanted to teach Ye Xun'er a lesson.
But the good news is that Ye Chuyue is the granddaughter that Mushanhe holds dear to his heart.
Then she could only point her finger at Ye Chuyue.
Grandma Ziyun smiled coldly.
Chu Yue half-squinted her eyes, concealing the murderous aura.
Formation platform.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The soles of Luo Yan's feet touched the ground, and the formation trembled.
"waste."
Luo Beard looked at her condescendingly: "How dare you be so arrogant for such a waste?"
Leng Qingshuang's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of her eyes were red.
Her face was covered with blood, her head drooped, and she looked at her legs.
On the exposed thighs, there are black flowers blooming.
The blood on the mandible, drop by drop, fell on the other side of the flower.
"I called you trash, can't you hear me? Little trash? You, a little trash, still try to go to the realm of all things? I'm afraid you're out of your mind."
Luo Yan smiled wildly.
Leng Qingshuang suddenly looked up at her, her eyes full of unyielding.
What neither she nor Luo Yan noticed was that the Bianhua on her legs was swallowing up the blood dripping on the skin at an extremely slow speed, just like a newborn baby sucking its mother's milk.
"That's it?"
Leng Qingshuang raised her head and laughed, wiping the blood on her face, "It's not enough, come again!"
Luo Yan kicked out with another thunderous kick!
Leng Qingshuang's eyes flashed with a fierce and violent light.
Two sounds of "ka ka" sounded.
She lowered her hands to hide her ears from the lightning, and with a sudden and clean movement, she pulled out two crescent-shaped short knives.
Leng Qingshuang leaned back, used both feet to slide out from under Luo Yan's legs.
At the same time, he flipped back and passed over Luo Yan's head. Two sharp daggers pierced Luo Yan's Tianling Gai directly.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, fearing that they would miss any of the highlights.
"Senior Brother Luo! Be careful!!!"
The disciples of Luoyu Academy shouted.
The short knife hit Luo Yan's head, but lightning flashed and merged with the skull cavity.
Leng Qingshuang's pupils shrank sharply, in disbelief.
Luo Beard's Heavenly Spirit Cap and the skin on his head were as impregnable as anything.