Chapter 38 Let you see

"The speed is fast enough, and the attack is relatively fierce. However, I, Wang Kun, are not a soft persimmon. Looking at Qiao Yun, who retreated several feet, Wang Kun smiled sarcastically.

Is that right? Then I'll see how you can take my move." As soon as he fell, his left palm formed a knife, and the soaring flame surrounded the knife. At the same time, the feet of the electric snake ran away. Qiao Yun shouted in a low voice, "Fighting broken palm."

The silver ink maze is cold and full of light, and the air forms a whirlpool, and the wind suddenly blows up.

"Bum." What came into the ear was a sharp crisp sound, and the flaming hand knife split on the silver ink mace. Qiao Yun's body shook, and his pace quickly retreated a few steps. Every step back, two sunken footprints appeared on the ground.

"Bomb." At the same time, the muffled sound sounded, and Wang Kun's feet fell to the ground from below his ankles. He held the silver ink's long macker hand and trembled faintly. The blue veins on the back of his hand seemed to burst, and his handsome face was painfully red.

Qiao Yun, who was stable, hurriedly put his trembling left hand into the sleeve robe, and his heart was also sighing. It seemed that the old guys of Douluo College had spent a lot of thought on this duel. After all, in addition to Qiao Yun, we also have to give the martial arts college a blow.

His body trembled suddenly, and Wang Kun jumped to a hundred feet high and said like a bell; "Qiao Yun, what other cards are there for me as much as possible, otherwise, you will regret..."

"The bottom card? Why do I need to use the card to fight with you? His dark eyes narrowed into a crack, and Qiao Yun looked up slightly at Wang Kun floating in the sky.

As soon as the words fell, the students of Douluo College next to the big square made an uproar, and their angry eyes looked at Qiao Yun, and they all rebuked with righteous indignation.

"Damn, Qiao Yun is so arrogant that he dares to underestimate the talents of my Douluo College."

"Damn it, I didn't even step into the threshold of the fighter in the past. How dare I underestimate Wang Kun? Wang Kun's qualifications and potential are at the middle genius level of the college, and this waste dares to praise it.

"Brother Wang Kun, this waste is simply a waste. You must teach a good lesson, so as not to let others laugh at it in the future."

"Yes, you must teach this arrogant waste a lesson."

The students of Douluo College are responding in a rush.

At this time, Wang Kun didn't pay attention to the words of the seniors. After hearing Qiao Yun's words just now, when he saw his disdainful expression, his handsome face was so angry that he roared: "Qiao Yun, I admit that you are not the waste who didn't even step into the threshold of the fighter before, but you are too eye-catching. No one underestimates others. Today, I will show you the power of my Wang Kun.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Kun ran the fighting spirit, and the soaring fighting spirit surrounded his whole body. Under the injection of the fighting gas, the cold light of the silver ink maze soared, the shadow scalated, the space was distorted, and the long mackerel held in his hand waved lightly, and the whining wind sounded through the air sounded.

The handsome face wiped the viciousness. Wang Kun stepped twice in mid-air, and the silver ink mace in his hand went straight to Qiao Yun's head with a substantial cold light.

The cyan robe clung to the skin, and the long hair danced wildly. The cold light was imprinted on the slightly mature cheek. Qiao Yun did not panic at all. He raised his left foot, and his toes were lighter on the ground. Immediately, a pit the size of a fist appeared.

Qiao Yun retreated more than ten feet like a breeze, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he didn't care.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The substantial cold light came out and shot several feet close to the ground before dissipating. Where the cold light passed, the powerful force broke a wide gully on the ground and extended it to the soles of Qiao Yun's feet.

The square was full of mess and dust. Qiao Yun and Wang Kun looked at each other, and their fierce eyes collided, as if they could not wait to kill each other with their eyes.

The students of Douluo College standing on the side of the square are booing and secretly admire Wang Kun.

When the so-called feng shui took turns and fought, Qiao Yun faintly suppressed Wang Kun, and now the role has also changed greatly. When looking at Qiao Yun, who seemed to be a little weak, the students of Douluo College became even more sarcastic.

Wang Tian, who was worried about his son, also spit out a long breath of turbid breath and said with a smile, "Prince Qiao, it seems that the child is slightly better than Qiao's nephew?"

Qiao Fei turned dark and said in a low voice, "Your son is just temporarily in the upper hand... The duel hasn't been decided yet. Don't make a decision prematurely.

"Yuqing mentor, what do you think of the duel between the two of them?" One of the middle-aged men seemed to be interested in soliciting the rain mentor and asked with a smile.

Yuqing's mentor fought with Qiao Yun once, and he was also well aware of his strength and muttered, "Wang Kun's strength is also one of the best in the college. If two loses and who wins, I dare to make a conclusion. After all, Qiao Yun is not an easy to deal with."

"I don't think so. With the arrangement of President Luo and the elders this time, Wang Kun should be able to easily win this game." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I hope I can win..." There was a question in his tone. Yuqing's tutor frowned and said slowly, "Don't forget that the last time Qiao Yun faced the siege of five mentors, he not only escaped, but also seriously injured the five mentors."

When it comes to this matter, the middle-aged man's eyes twitched fiercely and said for forgiveness: "Well, this guy doesn't know how to hurt the fifth-level tutor of the college. If I was there last time, I would have to tear this guy up."

"Just let you have a long memory. Now it depends on how you fight." The long silver ink maze in his hand waved lightly, and the strong wind that cut through the air sounded, Wang Kun shouted coldly.

"How to fight you? Then let you see the truth." After saying that, Qiao Yun was fighting, and the soaring flames suddenly surrounded his whole body. The hot waves surged into the sky, and the temperature suddenly increased several times.

At this time, Qiao Yun was like being in a stove.

"What a domineering skill..." A slightly handsome face flashed with surprise, and Wang Kun muttered in a low voice.

The fighting spirit condensed on the fist, and the soaring flame swallowed uncertainly. The soles of his feet stepped on the ground fiercely, and his body shot straight above. His fists like fireballs bombed Wang Kun's chest. At the same time, Qiao Yun shouted in a low voice; "Explosive fist."

In the eyes, the fist surrounded by flames gradually expanded, and his handsome face turned pale. Wang Kun hurriedly blocked the silver ink mace in front of his chest to resist Qiao Yun's fierce blow.