Chapter 141, Kill in seconds

"Old Taoist Shuangtian, Wanwutian Lei is very powerful?" asked Lin Laoer.

The old Taoist Swallowed the sky laughed dryly and said, "It's not just amazing. The Holy Master Longquan created the Wanxia Tianlei to attract the sky thunder, which inspired the heavenly thunder, and became a master of a generation of masters. He swept across overseas forces with few opponents, and now he is the pillar of the angels of hell."

"It is said that there were once masters of the Grandmaster level defeated him, and they were invincible."

"That Master Ye..." Lin Laoer was shocked.

"If Longquan was present in person, Master Ye might not have a chance of winning, but the Hei clan's two heroes may not be able to say." The old Taoist Swallowing Tian shook his head. Master Ye had once released his spiritual energy and was already among the masters. The Hei clan's two heroes have obtained the inheritance of the Longquan Saint Master, so the ending of this competition is hard to say, after all, Master Ye's fame is too short.

As Ye Chen waved his hands, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky, making a huge roar, and a thunder as thick as an arm burst out from the dark clouds.

Ye Chen stepped out into the sky with a step, holding thunder in his hand, and the sky thunder as thick as an arm wrapped around his body, like the thunder god descending to earth. The thunder that was originally extremely violent was now wandering on him like a docile little snake.

"How is that possible?" Heihu's face finally changed.

Compared with Ye Chen's heavenly thunder, the thunder in his hand is completely different from the mortals and gods. Under the influence of Ye Chen's thunder field, the thunder in his hand has lost control and cannot attack any longer.

"This...", the people watching on both sides of the Nanjiang River were so shocked that they could not speak. The young man on the Nanjiang River held thunder in his hand, like a god. Is he really a god? How could a mortal be able to control the thunder in heaven?

"I said, you don't understand what thunder is at all." Ye Chen pushed forward with both hands, and the crazy thunder immediately formed a huge minefield, covering the black tiger.

"Wanwu Tianlei Yin, the name is good, but unfortunately it's a shame that it's true."

"Let's show you what the real thunder inspiration is," Ye Chen shouted. As his voice fell, the thunder around him immediately exploded. A large hole was blasted out of the thick dark clouds in the sky, and a ray of sunlight actually shot in from the big hole in the sky.

But then countless thunders immediately poured down, and the area around Ye Chen was immediately detonated and completely shrouded by thunder.

Black tiger's face changed drastically, and his eyes changed from shock to horror

"Retreat, retreat quickly, master of Taoism"

The black tiger could no longer have the intention of resisting and tried hard to retreat.

Above the river, the waves rolled.

"Brother save me" Heihu let out a miserable roar.

But how could his retreating body rush to rush the thunder, and it was completely swallowed up in just a moment. The violent thunder struck the black tiger's chest, instantly splitting a big hole in his body, leaving all his internal organs, and blood storming.

The sea of ​​thunder was surging, and the blood that was soaring out of the knot fell out of the river before it could be swallowed up instantly. The body of the black tiger was turned into powder inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch

"Black Tiger", the black bear was shocked and retreated wildly, retreating to the Nanjiang Bridge. He never thought that Ye Chen was really a master at the level of a master, and a Taoist master who was more difficult to practice than a martial arts master. The twenty-year-old master actually appeared in front of him. The Taoist master, even if his master, Master Longquan, came, was not sure that he would win.

He even felt a little regretful. If the two of them didn't underestimate the enemy at the beginning, they might not have no chance if they joined forces. Unfortunately... there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Ye Chen held up Thunder with his hand and waved his hand to kill the yellow list, and ranked third in the black tiger, the disciple of the Longquan Saint Master, was like a god descending to earth, and the people on both sides of the Nanjiang River were all trembling.

"Brother", the black bear slowly clenched his fists, and blood appeared in his eyes. Although Ye Chen used Taoism to kill people, he practiced the art of body refining and was good at fighting in close combat. The black bear thought in his heart that as long as he was within one meter of Ye Chen's body, even if he was a Taoism master, he would be sure to kill him.

"Are you going forward? Or retreat?" The black bear was a little hesitant. If it advances, the black tiger is the lesson of the past. If it retreats, there will be no two Hei heroes in Jiangnan from now on.

Just when he was hesitating, Ye Chen slowly clenched his fist with one hand, stepped forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot instantly.

"Retreat quickly" The black bear did not dare to resist when he saw this and retreated desperately.

The empty sound of "Eight Styles of Beiming, Broken Mountains and Rivers" comes from all directions.

In the terrified eyes of Heihu, Ye Chen rushed over at a speed of ten times more than him.

"How is this possible?" The speed that exceeded his ten times, was already comparable to the speed of sound.

Heihu roared, knowing that he had no choice but to turn around and fight back.

He fisted in anger, which contained his lifelong skills. The black fist was flashing with a stream of light, as if everything was hard and urged, as if an elephant could punch him with one punch.

But Ye Chen seemed to ignore his punch, swept out with one hand and pinched his palm.

"Ah...", the black bear screamed, and the arm that fisted was cut off, revealing a smooth wound as a mirror. The figure that ran out also rolled onto the bridge.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his face turned pale.

The people watching the battle around changed their faces and sucked in the air.

Ye Chen's palm was just slashed on the black bear's arm and cut it off at once. If this palm was slashed on his body, wouldn't it be possible to cut people into two halves?

“Too strong”

"Only escape", Black Bear only has this idea in his mind at this moment. From birth to now, he has never encountered such a powerful opponent. No matter how Lei Hai was just now or that knife, he could not take it.

The remaining palm of his hand suddenly hit the ground, and he didn't care about the bloody wound of the other hand. His eyes suddenly burst, blood light appeared, and blue veins on his body burst. He had already used the secret technique and fled to the bridgehead.

In his mind, the rumors in the world were already vaguely confirmed. Master Yang Pingye and the two masters of martial arts and Taoism. At first he thought it was just a joke. Whether it was martial arts or Taoism, it required a lot of energy and time. Without decades of hard work, how could you talk about entering the Tao? What's more, the two masters of the same twenty-year-old. But now, he has chosen to believe this rumor, but it's too late for him to understand it.

He was extremely fast and ran towards the bridgehead. As long as he left the river and entered the city, Ye Chen would not use Taoist techniques so unscrupulously, and he would have room for escape.

But behind him, a cold shout had already come.

"Eight Styles of Beiming, Split the Void"

Ye Chen slowly blasted out his punch, and the speed was extremely slow, just like an old man in the park playing Tai Chi, light and powerless.

The punch was shot out, and there was no stranger as if it was tickling people.

However, at this time, the black bear tilted forward strangely, and a big hole suddenly collapsed in his chest, with blood mixed in the internal organs and shooting forward.

He was still running forward, but he stepped forward without controlling his body.

The eight styles of Beiming are the essence condensed by the master's lifelong power. After great cultivation, the power is unimaginable. It is used to kill a congenital warrior, which is really a ox knife to kill a chicken.
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