Chapter 382 (2/2)
A middle-aged man in purple beside Zhuang Gaoyi was also surprised by Long Yan.
This is a middle-aged man in purple robe. His name is Xian Wencheng. His identity is the same as Zhuang Gaoyi. He is a great master of the Kyushu holy see.
”Master Xian, I remember that you are also from the magic trace wizard. I didn't expect you to have such a younger generation. It's really surprising. It's just a pity that the young man's cultivation is really low. Otherwise, there is no small hope for the 'winning' competition three months later.”
Zhuang Gaoyi turned his face and said slowly to xianwencheng.
”Yes, it's a pity!”
Xianwencheng nodded approvingly and immediately said, ”however, it's gratifying that there are such excellent descendants in the magic trace and fairy tale.”
”It's just a group of millet shrimp!”
A faint voice, but also suddenly sounded from a distance. The voice was small, but powerful. It made the blood in the human body feel a sense of shock.
Zhuang Gaoyi and Xian Wencheng were both slightly chilly. They turned around and saw that the speaker was unusually tall and a head higher than ordinary people.
He sat there alone, within a meter around, without sitting anyone, because his body invisible sent out a strong internal force of the patriarchal Road, pushing all those close to him away.
Zong Hewang!
Zhuang Gaoyi and Xian Wencheng both looked pale, and immediately a slightly bitter smile disappeared.
Zong he Wang is also a great master of Kyushu holy see. Unlike Zhuang Gaoyi and Xian Wencheng, he ranks very high in the ranking of 36 great masters of Kyushu Holy See, ranking fifth!
Zhuang Gaoyi and Xian Wencheng, ranking 35th and 36th respectively, are two redundant tails.
On the battlefield.
”Boy, what do you mean by blindly avoiding?”
Liu Tongfu was so angry that he defeated Longyan with the five moves he said before, but now, after more than ten moves, he still didn't get even Longyan's skirt. He was so bent that his heart was broken.
”Why don't I avoid it? Just put your horse here! ”
Long Yan suddenly fixed his figure, pointed the ink gun at Liu Tongfu from a distance, and smiled faintly.
Liu Tongfu's accomplishments are comparable to those of immortal worshippers of magic tracks and fairies. He is not afraid at all.
”Very good!”
Liu Tongfu smiled cruelly and immediately shouted angrily, ”boy, go to death - destructive!”
He instilled all his suffocation into the half moon machete and cut it out. The half moon machete immediately cut a huge dark blade, like a dark half moon, rotating and cutting to the head of Longyan.
With the cutting of his knife, the light around him was absorbed by the dark blade and suddenly dimmed, as if the end of the world had suddenly come.
This knife is good!
Many people watching the battle all around were suddenly frozen in their eyes and affirmed Liu Tongfu's knife.
flaws!
However, Long Yan, who entered the ethereal state, easily found a slight flaw in Liu Tongfu. He went up against the dark knife with a gun and shouted: ”Hidden Dragon style!”
In an instant, in his eyes, the vision reappeared, and a silver dragon shattered endless mountains and rivers.
”Hum...”
The ink gun in Long Yan's hand constantly vibrated and made a huge killing intention. It rolled up a strong wind and fiercely swept at the dark blade that was splitting at a high speed.
”Click!”
Long Yan's ink gun destroyed the withered and decayed, and directly broke the black lacquer knife. The ink gun didn't stop. The next moment, it accurately and ruthlessly swept on Liu Tongfu's flaw.
”Bang!”
A loud noise!
Liu Tongfu only felt that the power from the ink gun was ten million. He couldn't resist it at all. He flew nearly a hundred feet away and fell to the ground. A burst of Qi and blood churned in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably.
”I said, one move will defeat you!”
Long Yan stood there proudly with an ink gun. His silver hair danced and his eyes were still burning with crazy war spirit.
Not much, just one move ”Hidden Dragon style”!
Looking at the silver haired boy standing there proudly, Liu Tongfu bit his lips with blood, but he felt powerless in his heart.
One move defeated him, leaving him no room for resistance. At the moment when the silver haired boy shot, he even smelled a breath of death.
The whole field was very quiet.
All people are completely stunned!
It's incredible. A cultivator with only the middle of the three realms of the patriarchal road will defeat an expert at the top of the four realms of the patriarchal road with one move. This kind of battle scene is like an illusion!
Those who had been optimistic about Liu Tongfu unconsciously smoked at the corners of their mouths.
”Good!”
Qin Yi in the crowd smiled with satisfaction. As a result, in his expectation, others did not know the strength of Longyan, but he could not be unaware. It is not surprising that Liu Tongfu was defeated by one move, the strongest descendant of the ancient war dragon and the effect of a green elixir.
”Ha ha...”