Resisting Five Yuan Ning Po Jing Head-on
Chapter 1400:Resisting Five Yuan Ning Po Jing Head-on
Almost subconsciously, Ye Hongqing hugged the deer feathers from the back.
This scene appeared, and the people present were all stunned and stunned.
In fact, from the previous performance, we can already see that Yuan Tiancheng for Ye Hongqing, there must be some special ideas, said that it is forbidden and not impossible.
And now, Ye Hongqing's approach, no doubt, will completely irritate Yuan Tiancheng.
Surely!
“The fucker!”
Seeing this scene, Yuan Tiancheng's breath was trembling, roaring, a strong breath, suddenly on his body, burst out.
“Oh, hey!”
The breath of the five yuan condensation, the relentless fluctuation, the circle of light, like the tide generally fluctred around, on the earth, suddenly appeared a trace.
“Apart from!”
Some of the weaker people, looking at this scene, are all fading and roaring.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
At this time, the geniuses of the continents, the soles of their feet on the ground, and the figure retreated.
No one dared to stay so close, and if the deer feathers and Yuan Tiancheng fight and accidentally be injured by Yu Wei, it will not be worth the loss.
However, even if it receded, the eyes of the genius of the continents were still staring closely at the field.
This is a battle that is about to break out, or whether it is a five-yuan condensation, everyone wants to see it.
“Hey, Deer feathers, you’re going to die a terrible thing!”
The cloud saw this scene, and in the eyes, suddenly flashed a light, and the expression was slightly trembling.
He was on the side of the wind to light the fire, not for this moment!
Yuan Tiancheng had an opinion on the deer feathers, and now Ye Hongqing hugged the deer feathers, but also to the fire to pour oil, when it really conformed to the mind of Fang Lingyun.
“It’s funny.”
On the other side, the eyes of the twilight were slightly brighter and said softly.
"I didn't think you'd be in front of Yuan Tiancheng yet."
Junmei, like a woman's Li Changge, looked at the sword in the field with great interest, and the light shimmered in her eyes, than the beautiful woman, shone.
"Deer feathers are good, but want to defeat Yuan Tiancheng, is undoubtedly a dream."
Xu Xiongyong said, although this is the case, but from his eyes, it is not difficult to see that he is also looking forward to seeing a wonderful battle.
These three people are the few who have not taken a half step back.
The rest may be worried about being injured by Yu Wei, but these three people are not afraid.
“Bombing!”
Here, the deer feather saw Yuan Tiancheng release the spiritual power, he did not think, the spirit in the body instantly moved a circle, suddenly burst out, dark eyes, cold staring at Yuan Tiancheng.
“I said, you, Yusheng, it’s better to stay away from my friend!”
The footsteps stepped slightly forward, in the eyes of the deer feathers, a red color, full of spiritual fluctuations, the tone of cold.
Yuan Tiancheng let him say, he said again and what fear?
“I will let you die today without a place to die!”
On his own territory, on the contrary, it was treated so by the deer feathers, which made Yuan Tiancheng, who had always been arrogant, and burned in anger, especially when he saw Ye Hongqing still desperately holding the deer feathers, his jealousy was close to the point of the outbreak, and his face roared.
“Your strange thing happened!”
At this time, Ye Hongqing was still alive and holding the deer feathers, and seeing that his eyes were already full of red color, he said in a low voice in his ear, and the slender palms were holding the waist of the deer feathers.
Listen to this.
The deer is full of shock!
In the eyes, the red color, a little convergence.
For their own strangeness, deer feathers are very concerned, an inadvertent, it is possible to be indistinguishable from the enemy, if you can control it, deer feathers will never let themselves into this state.
But somehow, when he heard Yuan Tiancheng let Ye Hongqing away from himself, the deer feather was in a moment, almost out of control.
At this time, Ye Hongqing's words were exported and passed into the ears of deer feathers, like a thunderstorm, which suddenly made him sober a lot.
Your own strangeness must be controlled, and you must not let the strangeness affect you.
In the eyes, a little bit of clarity was restored.
“Bombing!”
However, at this time, Yuan Tiancheng was full of shock, a strong spiritual force, with a silky purple light, facing the position of the deer feathers, and fierce bombardment.
“Leave!”
Unconsciously, the deer feather body shook, directly from their side of the leaf red green from their own side, the body of the spiritual force like the tide of the twitch out, in an instant, will converge on the palm of the palm, the whole palm, in an instant between a red color.
The broken palm!
“Brush the brush!”
Then, the fingers of the deer feathers, moved in the air, and in a blink of an eye, they crossed thousands of times in the air.
“Hunt!”
In the air, there was a light in the air, a hum, all the light, instantly directly, was poured into the palm of the deer feather, so that the palm of the hand, like a crack in the general, appeared a trace of the road.
This is the little Sunday!
At this time, the deer feathers, when the cloth, if the range is small enough, the array can be completed in an instant.
Yuan Tiancheng is a five yuan condensation, the strength is not ordinary, if not use the method to defend, with the strength of the deer feathers, under the hard touch, do not die also serious injury.
Everything was done well, Yuan Tiancheng's bombardment, but also just came to the deer feather's body, fierce strength, so that the deer feather's clothes and hair, are violently fluttering, hunting.
“Bombing!”
At that moment, the deer feather did not dare to carelessly, tightly biting his teeth, and his palms slapped out, and in the air, an explosion like a thunder.
A large hand appeared in front of the deer feather.
Above the palm of the hand, there is a line, suddenly light and dark, which is the light track of the "Little Sunday".
“Bombing!”
The two are very different spiritual fluctuations, in an instant, collision together, a huge heart-wrenching fluctuation, suddenly from the two, bursting out, fluctuation rolling, above the ground, are directly torn out of a trace.
“The click!”
And the huge palms released by the deer feathers, at this moment, made a crisp sound, slightly shook a few times, it was like fragile glass, instantly fragmented and scattered.
“Hm on!”
In the chest, there was a rush, the deer feathers were pale for an instant, only to feel the throat, came a bloody smell, did not hold back, squirting a mouthful of blood.
“Hold on and down!”
At the same time, the foot of the deer feathers is also a succession of backsliding, the pace is stumbling, and every step back, it is on the ground, stepping a deep footprint.
A series of retreated dozens of steps, until he hit a building behind him, he stopped his figure, but he could not help squatting on the ground for half, and a palm supported his body, and did not fall.
The blood, from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripped, stained the clothes red.
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