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Hu Yanzhen was unwilling to accept such a fact, but the cruel reality in front of him forced him to accept it.

He, a dignified 86th-level Soul Douluo, there is no way to take a forty-third level Soul Sect!

At the moment when Hu Yanzhen was stunned, a bloody light pierced people’s eyes in the dusty smog surrounding the battlefield, followed by the dusty smog formed by the aftermath of the battle. Side separation, Yang Ming stepped on a delicate step, and performed the six-style navy shave under the premise of opening the eight-door Dunjia, and the speed was higher than the speed of sound!

fast!

Very fast!

Before Hu Yanzhen could react, he saw a dark shadow rushing toward his face.

What a Hu Yanzhen!

He is worthy of being a veteran strong man, he is in danger, his muscles are subconsciously tightened, revealing tight lines, the soul ring inlaid on his body is brightened, and the surface of his skin has a layer of oil-like cuticle cover.

Yang Ming held the mysterious sword and used the Qinglian Sword Art. With a series of superimposed sword energy, the sword edge trembled slightly. When the sword energy that could easily tear through steel touched Hu Yanzhen's body surface, he encountered unprecedented resistance.

At this moment, Yang Ming was like a child holding a knife, trying to stab the tough leather as ridiculous.

The Weevil Sect inherits the Martial Soul Diamond Mammoth, and its defensive power is indeed well-deserved!

This thought flickered in Yang Ming's mind, and he had already expected it, but he would not show a disappointed expression.

Because, after his sword, Zhu Rong incarnate behind him also slashed!

The length of the forty-meter large sword is as high as dozens of stories when it is erected, and the thick flame of the sword curled up, carrying a billowing heat wave.

Hu Yanzhen's face changed slightly. He had seen the power of this knife just now, so he didn't dare to face it hard.

Right now, Hu Yanzhen wanted to withdraw and leave.

"Sect Master Huyan, you just come when you say it, and leave when you say it. It's too bad for me, right?"

Yang Ming smiled and squinted on the road where Hu Yanzhen retreated. He used the Qinglian Sword Art incessantly, opening the six gates in the eight gates of Dunjia, and at the speed of attack blessed by the mysterious sword itself, Yang Ming shot the sword in a second The speed is extremely fierce, one sword is faster than one sword, one sword is far more dangerous than one sword, and the heavy sword shadow envelopes Hu Yanzhen.

Even if Hu Yanzhen's defensive power is extremely good, but his clothes and pants are not strong defensive power?

Under Yang Ming's deliberate provocation, Hu Yanzhen's clothes and trousers showed holes one by one, and he became a beggar costume in a short while, and he was as embarrassed as he felt embarrassed.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory, human needs can be divided into five types from low to high: physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, respect needs, and self-realization needs.

As the sect master of the dignified elephant, Hu Yanzhen, the celestial elephant, naturally broke away from low-level needs, which is commonly known as the need for face.

In the public, in front of so many people, he was almost rushed by Yang Ming's luo, which made Hu Yanzhen's originally dark face a flush of anger.

"Smelly boy!"

Hu Yanzhen's eyes widened in anger, filled with thunder anger, changed his previous thoughts, and shouted:

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As soon as Hu Yanzhen wanted to make a big move, Yang Ming stepped on the ground with his feet on the ground, using a six-style navy shave, and immediately avoided.

joke!

Regardless of whether Yang Ming can compete with high-level spirit masters after using the Eight Gate Dunjia, it is only reaching the target in attack power, and the defense power is far from reaching the standard. If Yang Ming gets close to Hu Yanzhen's attack, he will be disabled if he is not dead. , He is not stupid!

Taizu had a good saying, the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy garrisons us, the enemy is exhausted, we fight, and the enemy retreats and we chase.

This kind of trick, which is almost shameless, is most suitable for spirit masters who are good at speed to drop kites.

Seeing Yang Ming pulling his hang... Oh no, he ran away after he finished his teasing, Hu Yanzhen was like a scumbag who had nowhere to vent, he almost vomited blood in depression.

However, feeling the billowing heat wave coming from behind, Hu Yanzhen's complexion changed in shock. He didn't have the time to think about catching up with Yang Ming. He rolled around on the ground and rolled four or five meters away, avoiding Zhu Rong's incarnation dangerously and dangerously. Attack.

"Shit!"

The 40-meter sword is very heavy. As soon as the tip of the knife touches the hard bluestone floor, it cuts into it as if a hot knife cut butter. The mark of the knife with a depth of five or six meters is squandered towards the original location of Hu Yanzhen. A twenty-meter-long crack was left on the ground.

Wherever he went, he left a bunch of flame flowers attached to the ground. The temperature was quite astonishing. The temperature around him rose sharply, making people feel like they were in a sauna, sweating soon.

Hu Yanzhen exerted his waist and abdomen, and a carp struck forward and stood on the ground again.

Looking at the scratches left by Zhu Rong's incarnation on the ground, even if the opponent's attack speed is slow and slow, the destructive power of the attack is quite good, even Hu Yanzhen is secretly shocked.

"What an amazing lethality!"

"If I was beaten upright just now, even if it could be blocked with defensive spirit skills, I am afraid it would consume a huge amount of spirit power and it would be difficult to support me to continue fighting!"

Hu Yanzhen glanced at the incarnation of Zhu Rong, and saw that it raised the forty-meter Taishou again, and was about to chop it down at him again. He immediately broke into a cold sweat, raised his leg and walked away.

"Sect Master Huyan, where do you go?"

Unexpectedly, Hu Yanzhen's idea hadn't been realized yet, Yang Ming posted it like a brown candy.

It seemed that he was going to repeat the previous routine again. Yang Ming bullied people with supersonic speed, swaying countless sword auras in his hands. Although these sword auras could not help but Hu Yanzhen, even his skin could not be broken, but it could hinder him. The speed of his departure.

Hu Yanzhen was originally not good at speed. At this time, he was hindered by Yang Mingyi, and his speed was as slow as a snail. Once the fighting rhythm was mastered by Yang Ming, he would repeat the scenes that just happened.

As the saying goes, long defensiveness must be lost. No matter how strong Hu Yanzhen's defense is, under Yang Ming's playful strategy, he will eventually fall into passive defense, and it is easy to appear flaws.

"Good job!"

A gleam of light flashed in Hu Yanzhen Tongling's big eyes, no anger but joy, Wuhun Diamond Mammoth's extremely thick elephant legs lifted up and trampled on the bluestone floor that was already covered with cracks.

At the same time, the purple spirit ring embedded in Hu Yanzhen's body released a strange light.

"Soul skills! War trampled!"

This is an amazing spirit ability that integrates attack and control!

The huge elephant's legs fell suddenly, and with it as the center, cracks spread out from circle to circle, astonishing spirit power fluctuations ups and downs on the ground.