Chapter 120 Bight

When the boxing front came to his body, Yemole quickly opened his left palm and blocked it in front of his face.

But that can't change the end of this punch.

There was a dull shock, and the ground trembled violently. Where Jemore stood, the ground under his feet was like being turned over by a plow, revealing a messy scene of being crushed by an invisible force.

The power of the aftershocks has reached this, and you can imagine how tragic the effect of this punch will be.

The sticky ** leaked out along his fingers, and Qin Yan withdrew his hand, and his palm was red. That's the enemy's blood and the booty of this punch. However, Yemorton's thick body still stood like a rock. Although Qin Yan's punch broke his face, he was not substantially harmed.

It's almost like the hard body of the Buddha's coming to the world, and it's too obvious that he wants to play with just one punch. Yemore slowly put down the palms that blocked his face. Except for the five clear palm prints that he pressed out by himself, other parts of his face have recovered as before.

Of course, Qin Yan was not satisfied with the effect of this punch, so he moved again and waved another punch to hit the other party's chest. Following this punch is the wave of power that destroys the world.

Even if you block it with your palm again, I want you--

At this time, he saw that Yemole's right hand was buckled on the back of his left hand, his fingers were bent and stretched out, changing into a mysterious spell, and his hands together waved a soft light.

Slightly weak, light as a cloud, light and soft light moving with the wind.

At the same time, with the recitation of the Buddha's sound in his mouth, a red lotus appeared in the void in front of him, and Zhangban blossomed, swaying and shining under the six golden lights condensed again by the Buddha wheel behind his head.

The violent and turbulent force rushed to the front and was sinking into the stamen petals in the center of the red lotus. After a short period of stagnation, the swallowing beast roared silently, rolled up thousands of huge waves, and thousands of golden rays bloomed out, tearing the red lotus to pieces. The wave of rage has not been exhausted, and the remaining momentum has not diminished, and it went straight to Yemole's chest.

The noisy and powerful power converged in the light and flowing soft light, and turned upside down, leading it aside and hitting it into the air.

"What kind of trick is this?" Qin Yan roared and rushed again. At this moment, several nouns flashed in his heart.

Taiji in the secular martial arts, the struggle of the Mu family in the west, and the moving flowers of Tianji Pavilion all have the effect of guiding power and moving attacks. But these are all sideways tricks. Qin Yan believes that as long as he punches down and makes them fight for their lives, they can't move the end of this punch.

The thief monk can successfully lead the young master's attack aside. It must be that my fist is not fast enough and not strong enough!

Once again, he sank down his waist, twisted his arms and waved his fists. There was a thunder in the sky, and the surrounding air was also shocked by this punch. In an instant, the wind returned to silence, and all the senses and colors were led to this punch and rushed straight out to Yemole's neck.

Jemor's arms are gentle, still facing him in a soft manner.

The body is like a faint cloud of smoke, like a dream, weaving a continuous net with both hands, gently covering the gorgeous and strong golden light for no reason.

Qin Yan punched straight down, tearing open the illusory soft net like a broken bamboo, and continued to rush down with extreme force. Yemole flew backwards, and at the same time, his hands were entangled, tangled Qin Yan's wrists, and then washed away, and then reunited. After three times, Yemole had withdrawn more than ten steps, but Qin Yan ended his fist and had no choice but to stop.

"This is the palm method created by the poor monk after the battle with Huang Fan five years ago. It was not completed until just before the New Year, in order to deal with the life-sacrifice and blood of the women. The poor monk called this move... flowing clouds and soft water. Jemole put his arms back on his chest and replied indifferently. Countless red lotus appeared and bloomed in the void around him, and soon wrapped his figure and could no longer be seen.

Qin Yan paused and suddenly raised his palm to attack.

The flowing cloud soft water specially prepared for me, right? I want to see how many times you can pick me up!

The fierce Honghuang giant wolf went up and tore open the curtain of red lotus petals. A 100-meter radius was completely reduced to the raging battlefield of Qin Yan. The fists and shadows in the sky bombarded down fiercely, and waves of energy swept away, and broken stones splashed on all sides. As if deterrified by its power, dark clouds in the sky covered the newborn moonlight, and the violent thunder and lightning roared wantonly. He is like an ancient sea beast swallowing waves, tossed thousands of huge waves and swallowing roaring storms. The sea and the sky are handed over, and the sky collapses and the earth is like the extinction of ancient floods.

In the field he dominates, there is a small and fragile boat, which trembles with the waves and has never been swallowed.

Layers of softness were forced away by the fierce fist and entangled again, as if they were endless, and Qin Yan's fist power was removed countless times according to this. No matter how Qin Yan punched and attacked from such a tricky way, he could not avoid the thin remnants of the light, nor could he hurt Yemole at all. Yemole fluctuated like scattered leaves in his fist, but he was never hit.

In this process, due to the forced mobilization of too strong strength, Qin Yan's strength flew out, and his chest was like thunder. He only persisted for a moment, and his body gradually slowed down. Correspondingly, under the decline, Yemole's figure is getting stronger and stronger, from the drifting leaves, to the empty rocks, to the majestic mountains, towering, which is difficult to shake at all.

Sure enough, as expected at the beginning, even if it is met with the power of Tianyuan, there is not much chance of winning. After all, five years is missing...

Moreover, he can vaguely sense that at this time, Yemole has completely integrated with the air machine of heaven and earth. His punch and slap have borrowed the power of heaven and earth, just like a mountain. If you just wait for yourself to relax, you will be seized by that momentum and fall into the predicament of being the enemy of heaven and earth.

If I continue to fight like this, I will probably lose my strength soon, and then I will completely fail... So, Lu Li, why don't you fight?

As if responding to his call, an amazing straight line flew in, like a dark cold electricity, tearing off the dark curtain. A knife shot out, and the surrounding light was taken away by him. As soon as Yemorle noticed it, it was close to his chest. The cold electricity is less than two inches away from the skin, and the cold air penetrates the depths of his heart. Yemole was also extremely fast, and he showed the soft water style as soon as he raised his hands. No matter how fierce and sharp the knife light is, it can't cross the wave without a solid shape, and the fierce knife gas is firmly restrained by the soft force. However, just as he was about to be involved in the whirlpool, the electric light suddenly burst and dispersed, turning into a large cold wave and wrapped it around him.

Lu Li waved a flying knife in his hand, like a ghost, and circled around Yemole, leaving countless large and small blood mouths around him. Lu Li's speed has really reached the extreme, even several times faster than Qin Yan's full performance just now. With a wave of his wrist, he took up the remnants of the bloody pupil demon wolf. The scarlet mouth seemed to choose someone to eat. With a bite, he tore off a piece of skin. Even if the Buddha comes to the world, he can't stand this way of eating.

Lu Li, who gathered the power to kill the wolf star, is no longer under Qin Yan.

And when Yemole was tired of dealing with it, Qin Yan took a deep breath, found a wonderful opportunity, and summoned up his strength to rush to Yemole.

The fist was like a tide, and the dark golden storm hit the flying beast. Two equally tough bodies collided brazenly, wrapping the surrounding space in the energy torrent, and the golden light blocked the vision.

Yemole was hit hard, his body trembled sharply, and his arms slowed down. He was taken advantage of by Lu Li, leaving deep marks in his lower abdomen, left chest, etc. However, he only condensed this time, and then roared as if nothing had happened, riding the wind and breaking out of the waves, splitting a path from the storm, and smashing the sky behind the waves fiercely.