Chapter 32 Cover up? 1

With the fall of the loud shout, a palm print came out of his palm and patted directly to Qiao Yun with devastating energy.

"It's not good..." Qiao Yun was suddenly shocked and stepped twice in the ten-foot-high air with the power of the seven-step decision of quenching. His body suddenly turned around, and his hand knife with a soaring flames cut on the palm print.

"Bum, bang, bang..." The knife hand split the palm print, and the water-like energy spread around. The left hand was red and swollen like a bear's paw. The blue veins on the back of his hand seemed to burst, while Qiao Yun was as if he had been hit by a 10,000 catties of hammer. His body suddenly trembled, blood spewed out and fell to the ground.

The originally noisy arena suddenly quieted down, and the people present couldn't help but retreat a few feet, and their surprised eyes fell on Qiao Yun and Su Yue, who fell to the ground.

Qiao Yun staggered up, wiped the blood red at the corners of his mouth, and glanced around. Suddenly, the electric snake's entangled feet suddenly stepped on them and rushed to the window of the arena like a stream of light.

"Do you want to run away?"

When he rushed out of the window, what came to his ears was the sharp sound of piercing the air. Qiao Yun stepped in the air with the power of the seven steps of quenching. His body moved forward rapidly several feet, passing by with a long silver-and-ink mace, and finally Qiao Yun fell on a big tree not far away.

"Wang Kun..." Qiao Yun looked down. In addition to Wang Kun, who was holding a silver ink mace, there were also two men holding weapons and wearing Douluo College costumes, who were also looking at themselves murderously.

Qiao Yun smiled with a smile on his face and said coldly, "Do the people of Douluo College also want to besiege me with the people of the Su family?"

The silver ink maple in his hand pointed to Qiao Yun standing on the big tree. Wang Kun shouted coldly, "Qiao Yun, you can't escape today. Even if Zhennan Wang Qiaofei comes in person, he can't protect you... I also forgot that Qiao Fei is now a nominal king of Zhennan. In terms of identity and status, your father can't beat my father. You'd better die obediently.

"It's up to you..." Before he finished speaking, Qiao Yun's heart suddenly ablin, and the soles of his feet vibated on the tree trunk, and the shadows piled up and quickly flew out of the tree.

"Bomb." A strong palm print fell on the big tree, and the big tree was smashed on the spot.

Then, Su Lang and five big men also rushed out of the window and slowly fell to the ground.

Wang Kun walked to Su Lang and said respectfully, "Uncle Su, my nephew has a ruthless invitation. I hope you can agree."

The glanquin glanced at Wang Kun, and Su Langgujing said wavelessly; "It turned out to be Wang Kun's nephew. For the face of your father and Douluo College, just say anything." Qiao Yun maliciously injured the seniors of our Douluo College three times, obviously to provoke the majesty of Douluo College. Because the dean was hindered by his identity, it was really difficult to take action against a junior, so he deliberately asked his nephew to catch him back and listen to the dean's execution. I hope Uncle Su can show mercy and don't take Qiao Yunzhi so that his nephew can go back and have an explanation.

Wang Kun did not say anything about Qiao Yun's enrollment test of Douluo College. After all, he was made by a teenager with only five-level junior strength, which really hurt the majesty of the college.

Su Lang looked cautious and pondered for a moment, "Wang Kun's nephew, according to what you mean, you want me to let Qiao Yun go?"

"No, no... Uncle Su, you misunderstood. Qiao Yun and I are incompatible enemies. I can't wait to break him into ten thousand pieces. How can I plead with him? My nephew just begged you to keep him for a small life so that I could explain, and he didn't say that he could not be disabled or get up. In order not to let Su Lang misunderstand, Wang Kun quickly explained.

Su Lang shouted, "Okay, Qiao Yun killed Fubo. I just want his two hands as a price, and I, Su Lang, will take care of the rest."

"Well, I want two hands, no way."

Qiao Yun glanced at the five big men besieging him and two men from Douluo College. These seven were all five-level masters, and there was no threat to Qiao Yun, only Su Lang.

The breath emanating from Su Lang, Qiao Yun and Qiao Yun sensed that his strength was about the seventh level.

Stepped quickly, Qiao Yun ran to one of the big men. His red and swollen palms were set up into a hand knife, and the soaring flames surrounded the hand knife, and he shouted in a low voice: "Fight broken palms."

"Bum." The hand knife scattered the hero's fighting shield. With the help of the seven steps of quenching, Qiao Yun suddenly stepped out and kicked the man's thigh with violent strength.

"Ah..." The crisp sound of the bones suddenly remembered that the tibia was broken, and the man with a scream and fell to the ground and howled.

Qiao Yun's heart suddenly awed, and his body tilted rapidly. With one hand, he grabbed the man who fell on the ground and howled, and struggled to lift him and block him from his side.

"Sne..." A big knife pierced the chest of the man, and blood dripped down the big knife with cold light, and the man who stood in front of Qiao Yun died on the spot.

loosened his palm, pointed to the ground a little, and his figure rose a few meters. Qiao Yun retreated two steps like a strong wind. With the help of seven steps of quenching thunder, the soles of his feet slammed on the death of the man and repelled the man behind him.

"Get back and let me execute Qiao Yun."

The robe on his body was breathless, and Su Langshu roared and his long hair danced, giving people a kind of suffocating strong pressure.

Four big men carried the man who died and withdrew a hundred feet away, and Wang Kun and the other three were also watching the 'good show', with a joking sneer on their faces.

His dark eyes stared at Su Lang motionless, and Qiao Yun was also very alert. Relying on his current strength, the seventh-level strong man wanted to kill himself as easily as an ant.

"Qiao Yun, did you cut off your arms, or did I do it?" Su Lang shouted coldly.

With a sarcastic sneer on his face, Qiao Yun asked, "Do you want me to cut off my arms?" Do you think I, Qiao Yun, am a perverted masochist?

With deep pupils and sharp eyes, Su Yue said coldly, "Since you still don't give up, don't blame Su Yue's ruthlessness."

As soon as the words fell, Su Yue's figure drew an arc in the air, and her claws like steel pliers went straight to Qiao Yun's shoulder.

Running fighting spirit, the soaring flames surrounded the whole body, and the dark eyes looked motionless at the steel claws. When the claws were less than half a meter away from the shoulder, Qiao Yunyou turned, and his flame-like fist hit the claws and shouted in a low voice; "Blast fist."