Chatper 86 (1/2)

"I killed you."

Song Ming felt the horror of Yang Xuan's punch, he shouted violently, raised his hand suddenly, his palm was full of vitality, and with a strong force, he slammed into Yang Xuan's fist.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, Song Ming was wounded, and one right palm was fractured and fleshy, but he reacted quickly, retreating back suddenly, several meters away, and narrowly avoided Yang Xuan's whip leg. , but the fierce leg wind still swept across his cheeks, and his left cheek was a hot pain.

"Nice response speed."

Song Ming's combat experience was somewhat unexpected to Yang Xuan. He nodded slightly, stepped out with both feet on the ground, and rushed forward again. His speed was so fast that Song Ming had just come to his senses when he was punched in the chest. He vomited blood and retreated a dozen steps.

"Cough cough..."

Song Ming kept coughing up blood, looked down, and found that the flesh on his chest was cracked and bloody, and his face also showed a look of horror. The kid in the second layer of Yuanjing was pressing and beating, which was unbelievable.

"You, who are you?" He asked in a trembling voice, enduring the severe pain in his chest, and looked at Yang Xuan vigilantly. , If he uses his vitality, he is probably a cold corpse at this moment.

"Remember the name of the young master, the young master's name is Xiao Feng." With a loud shout, Yang Xuan moved and swooped over.

Song Ming was frightened by it, and immediately resorted to his unique skills.

"Boom!"

He slapped it with a palm, the entire space trembled, and a palm roared out.

This palm strength is two meters in size, condensed but not scattered, glowing with khaki brilliance, giving people a feeling of thick and heavy like a mountain.

Yang Xuan has been a human being in two generations, and at a glance he can see that the other party is cultivating earth-based exercises.

Earth-based exercises are all about being heavy. The more powerful the earth-based exercises, the stronger the sense of heaviness, and it can burst out with a mountain-like force.

Especially at this moment, Song Ming obviously used the ultimate move, this palm strength can at least burst out a few thousand pounds of power, enough to kill the same rank.

"Break it to me!"

However, Yang Xuan was still strong. He stomped heavily on both feet, and his body burst out, raising his fists, urging Jiujibeng, and punching violently.

"Boom!"

The air was boiling for it, Yang Xuan was like a wild beast with boundless fierceness, and he punched the palm of his hand fiercely.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the strength of the palm was like paper paste. After taking a few steps back, some people mixed garlic under their feet and even fell.

Whoosh!

At the same time, Yang Xuan tapped his toes on the ground, jumped into the air, and landed firmly in front of Song Ming.

"So fast!"

Song Ming only felt that Yang Xuan appeared in front of him, and his pupils shrank involuntarily, but he was indeed rich in combat experience.

Although this palm didn't have time to display any secret martial arts skills, it was a little hasty, but Song Ming practiced the earth-based exercise, and with the help of the earth-based vitality, the power of one palm was a full 2,000 catties.

This kind of huge force is enough to open the tablet and crack the stone, and it can easily kill the ordinary Ningyuanjing martial artist.

scoff!

As he slapped his hands, the air was broken, and the sound of wind and thunder was heard.

But Yang Xuan was already prepared, he squeezed his fingers into a fist, and threw a punch.

"boom!"

The fists and palms hit each other, and Song Ming, like being struck by lightning, coughed up blood and retreated.

"You..." He was horrified, completely stunned by Yang Xuan's strength, and his fighting spirit was completely lost.

"I see you can block me a few punches." Yang Xuan shouted, without giving up, he jumped out, and the terrifying physical strength burst into extreme speed, and in the blink of an eye, people rushed to Song Ming.

Song Ming was shocked and angry, so he could only attack with his palms.

Yang Xuan looked indifferent and did not dodge. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Song Ming's hand. When the two palms collided, Yang Xuan remained motionless, while Song Ming's body trembled violently. Stay, he will definitely be knocked out.

"You, you let me go!"

Song Ming howled, the sharp pain from his big hand made him shiver for a while.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, he raised his right arm and slapped him hard in the face.

"This is going to hit me in the face!?" Song Ming was stunned for a while, then he was furious, and was about to take action to resist, when Yang Xuan's big hand was already slapped on his face as fast as lightning.

"Snapped!"