Chapter 397, "Dragon Slaying Fist"!

Li Muyang is a small person in his position.

A man who loves his own life and loves others' lives with affection and loyalty.

He did not learn the resolute and cruelty of "one general succeeded and ten thousand bones were undone", and he would not want to be a hero of all ages who would rather be defeated by the world than the world's people.

He just wanted to be a man who was neither good nor bad in peace and quiet.

If someone hits me, I have the ability to hit me back.

If others love me, I will have the capital to repay you.

This was his second meeting with Hongxiu, and the first meeting could not be called "pleasure".

However, this young girl was willing to sacrifice herself to block the knife in order to protect him and die in battle-

Li Muyang didn't know her relationship with the Lu family, and he didn't care about that. What he just knew was that this girl was going to be buried under the heavy sword to protect herself.

The ubiquitous constraints made Li Muyang angry, and the feeling of being powerless to turn the world upset Li Muyang. He wanted to destroy the world and let out a deafening roar at the world-

I don't kill anyone, I want to kill me.

I will never destroy the heaven, and the heaven wants to destroy me.

This person, this day, is simply too deceiving!

The blood was boiling, and a strong anger was about to break through the sky spiritual cover above the head and erupted out.

In the sea of ​​heart, as the black crystal rotated, the pressure on Li Muyang's body instantly disintegrated and the sword force broke.

The burden on the body disappeared, and the anger in the heart was hard to relieve.

He roared to the sky and punched him out.

Amid the blue flames, a white lightning bolt soared into the sky.

It was like an electric shock in the sky, like thunder sounding in the sea.

It came first, and rushed to the countless sword formations that were densely covered with densely packed.

It is powerful and domineering, destroying withered and rotten. Wherever the dragon reaches, it will be broken without firmness and will be destroyed without sword.

Boom-

The white dragon dragged the white tail, flashing with flames, charges upwards.

The blue wind disappeared, the blue snow disappeared, and the blue flame disappeared-

All the objects touched by the dragon disappeared.

It continues to move upward, and its momentum does not fall, but instead makes its momentum more fierce.

boom--

A fierce explosion sounded.

The thousands of sword sticks also disappeared.

There is only one figure and a sword shadow in the sky.

Baili Changhe has never seen such a boxing technique, nor has he seen such a boy.

Since the beginning of the battle, he and the owner Mu Yubai have been rushing around and watching coldly.

Watching the young men in Zhishui Sword Hall fight and bleed. Watching them push them into danger again and again, he escaped by chance again and again.

The owner of the museum was not in a hurry at that time, nor was he in a hurry.

Three thousand disciples from Zhishui Sword Hall, what is the number of deaths?

Their goal to launch this time was to kill the groom, which was not a difficult task. If they were interested, it would be just a sword.

The owner wanted to see the performance of this young man, so he patiently looked at what the young man who was famous but had no head to see the dragon.

When the owner of the museum asked him to go down and cut off Li Muyang's head, he was not afraid of it and was happy. In his heart, he still thought about the advantage of a sword.

Because he was too confident, he did not even draw his sword, but used the "Shushui Sword Technique" with the least lethality and gentlest "Photographing the Word".

Enough!

However, he never expected that this guy who had just been killed by those disciples and was overwhelmed with his back and forth could burst out with such a powerful combat power.

Is this punch a fist that a young man who has just entered the starry sky can sweep? Is this punch a fighting power that a young man who has practiced for several years can exert?

The Baili Changhe felt danger.

The dragon is fierce and as fast as lightning.

The Baili Changhe moves are used for old age, and it is too late to change them.

However, he can increase his strength.

Because he was contemptuous of Li Muyang, he only used 60% of his strength at the beginning.

Once this punch was launched, he increased his strength to 100%.

No, twelve percent.

Do your best to block this punch.

This is the matter, but this battle will be stopped.

If this kid does not die, he will become a legend in Tiandu City.

No, even if you die, you will become a legend in this Tiandu City.

A young man in civilian clothes from Jiangnan City blocked the full-strength attack of one of the three mad tourists from the Zhishui Sword Hall who had been famous for twenty years.

"Go to die." Baili Changhe's eyes were blood red, and he roared with gritted teeth.

The heavy sword in his hand was even heavier, and the blue flames around the heavy sword were even more fierce and burning more fiercely.

The target of the long sword is no longer Li Muyang, but the long lightning dragon that Li Muyang punches out—

The sword energy collides with the fist energy.

boom--

A huge shock wave spread around.

Whoosh!

The heavy snow swept away and there was no trace of snowflakes on the entire ground.

Snap!

The ice edges swept across the place like sharp arrows.

Thunderbolt-

The tiles were blown away, and there was no grass on the entire roof.

Crack Crack Crack –

The brick wall was breaking, and then the cracks became bigger and bigger, and a large area collapsed rumbling.

It's like experiencing a typhoon or an earthquake.

Otherwise, no one could have imagined that it would bring such great destructive power.

The east gate of the long street.

As the Supervisory Office and the City Camp were fighting fiercely, piles of snow and ice vertices as sharp as knives came towards them like floods and beasts. They stopped the fight in their hands and looked at the sky with a dull look on their faces.

They quickly realized, and then waved the weapons in their hands to slap the snow balls and ice vertebrae away.

The residents nearby were even more miserable. They were hiding at home to watch the show, but why did the roof of the house disappear?

Before he could make a scream, the walls of the house were shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The explosion sounded throughout the sky, like countless huge firecrackers setting off at the same time.

a long time.

a long time.

The scene was as quiet as death.

The wind blows and the snow falls.

However, there was still a burnt smell in the air.

Li Muyang stood there and gasped, his eyes filled with blood, as if he was in a devil.

He looked at his right fist as if he had never seen it before.

Dragon Fist!

Li Muyang knew in his heart that this was the "Shocking Dragon Fist" he learned after the tears of the Dragon King merged with him.

However, this is very different from the Jinglong Fist I used before.

The previous Jinglong Fist was not as powerful as this time, and the energy it waved looked like a bolt of lightning, a vague figure.
To be continued...