Chapter 227

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the old man stepped forward and threatened: "boy, you have moved the people of the Chinese martial arts Bureau. You have stepped on the road of no return. Your strength is not worth my hand."

"Once I do, you may not be able to live a rest!"

"So - kneel down and die!"

In his opinion, ye Chen is just a little boy, who can only make a point of three evil schemes.

If you do it yourself, you can kill it easily without a minute.

Ye Chen Mou son a congeals, kill a chance to release!

"What the hell are you? It's you who should kneel down!"

The next second, ye Chen step out, the banquet hall seems to have an earthquake, his body like a tiger down the mountain!

Cang Long's phantom body will be played to the extreme, flashing continuously, dragging out a piece of virtual shadow.

He didn't hesitate to hit it with one punch!

The red light is flashing, the killing machine is exploding!

For ye Chen, the old man did not dare to take it lightly, and his body retreated toward the back.

An extremely terrible fist quickly passed by his side and scratched his skin, bringing a burst of pain. The fist style was incomparable.

When he retreated to safety, his strength suddenly changed. Instead, he took a step forward and smashed it with the same punch!

This blow was caught off guard!

And with the power to destroy the withered!

It's frightening!

"Bang!"

The two fists came into contact, and the old man's mouth showed a fierce smile.

"Little scumbag, I forgot to tell you that I only practiced boxing in my whole life, and all the people who fought with me died!"

He seems to have seen Ye Chen's wrist broken! All flesh and blood burst out!

Die!

Two kinds of energy soared wantonly. In an instant, two whirlwinds wreaked havoc on the banquet hall.

Violent energy constantly collides! There's even a sharp voice coming!

Ye Chen looked up to the old man. The strength of this fist is even stronger than Tang Ao!

Not only that, but there is a burning feeling in the fist!

But what a pity!

Behind Ye Chen stands Luo Yuntian, a top-level strongman of kunsha sect!

Quan Sha Zong! Boxing into the road! Kill with Isha!

On boxing, on strength, on evil spirit, who dares to fight in China!

Ye Chen outlines a sneer at the corners of his mouth, feeling the strength of his arms, and his face becomes somewhat ferocious.

"Are the people who fight with you dead? That's because you didn't meet me! Broken

In an instant, as if in essence, there was a dull roar in the air, like a tiger descending the mountain.

Ye Chen's two fists seem to hold a group of monstrous evil spirit!

This evil spirit breaks through everything! Through the old man's right fist!

"Click!" A sound, the old man's right hand was broken directly!

He was proud of the eyes, now only fear and fear!

Just a moment ago, he felt as if he was facing a huge mountain!

The mountain that can't be crossed!

As long as the other side wants, he will die!

The old man's body was blown away!

Incomparably overbearing!

"Bang!"

His body hit the big screen in the banquet hall!

The screen cracked, splashing sparks after sparks.

However, the old man quickly stood up, his eyes showed a trace of fear!

He had no idea that this son's strength was so strange!

The breath and strength of the key opponent are different from those strong people he contacts!

No longer hesitating, the old man took out a mobile phone and directly pressed a key!

Just press, a dark shadow has appeared in front of him, the wind blade shot out, his mobile phone appeared Mars, completely scrapped!

At the same time, a quick slap fell on his cheek!

"Pa!"

A slap directly hit the old man's face.

The old man fell out directly and his mouth overflowed with blood!

When sober up, the old man is almost crazy!

Shame!

Indescribable shame! Who could have thought that someone would dare to fan himself!

The key slap directly trampled on his dignity!

At the next moment, the old man got up fiercely, and a dagger appeared in his hand. The dagger tore the air with the breath of death.

"Die! Die to me

At the moment, the old man seems to have lost his mind. He'll chop it with a sword!

The surrounding air and magnetic field are raging!

Every sword has a strong power to vibrate in the air!

"Chinese martial arts bureau? It's just that! " Ye Chen has a bloody smile at the corner of his mouth.

There was a dragon sword in his hand!

Without hesitation, chop with one sword across the air!A red sword seems to penetrate everything. The sword in the old man's hand is broken!

Completely broken!

Not only that, but there was a bloodstain on the old man's chest!

Blood oozes out!

"Ye Chen!"

The old man roared and quickly covered the blood on his chest. His eyes were full of oppression and bending!

He wants to suck up the blood on Ye Chen!

But now he is not qualified!

Although he is not in a high position in the Chinese martial arts Bureau, no one dares to treat him like this!

Ye Chen's eyes are full of killing intention, and the indifferent tone rings through the banquet hall: "those who provoke me, die!"

The sword of cutting dragon falls, and the air of tyranny overflows. It sweeps the whole area and brings dust all over the sky.

Seeing that the sword was about to fall, a dark shadow broke through the door and quickly swept in front of the old man with a gentle wave of his arm.

The wind stopped, ye Chen's strike actually disappeared!

Easy to disappear!

Ye Chen's eyes flash through an accident and stare at the man in front of the old man.

Man's arm also with a few fresh bloodstains, coagulated blood scab, it can be seen that he had just gone through a fierce battle before.

Ye Chen can even feel the wild breath in his body.

The other side is very strong!

Only the breath on the body, in terms of cultivation realm, is at least two small realms higher than oneself!

Is this one of the top 100 masters in China?

Seeing the man's appearance, the old man sighed and said, "master Fang, thank you for saving your life."

The man didn't speak. He was so cold that he glanced at the people in the Wudao Bureau lying on the ground and said to Ye Chen, "mole ant, relying on his own cultivation, dare to move the people of the Chinese martial arts Bureau. He doesn't know what to do! Today, we trust will help you! "

"Huxiao fist!"

Fang CITIC a light roar, the whole body strength suddenly burst out, toward Ye Chen.

Speed is extremely fast, in the blink of an eye appeared in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen even saw a tiger that was condensed by energy and roared towards himself!

A blow is condensed into a virtual shadow!

Ye Chen didn't dare to be slighted. The dragon sword in his hand turned, and Ling lie's sword idea broke the power!

"Bang!"

Two energy intersect, ye chenmeng back six steps!

And Fang Zhongxin stepped back three steps!

Under a move, ye Chen actually produced a trace of disadvantage.

Fang Zhongxin's eyes also appeared a trace of accident, his mouth appeared a smile: "can not fall in my Huxiao fist, you are the ninth."

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