"roar!"

[Shadow] made a roar like a wild beast, his eyes were scarlet and blood was about to flow out. The whole person exuded a violent and confused aura. The black soft sword in his hand was soft and hard. A set of extremely strange sword techniques was used in his hand and activated to the extreme. When he saw the sword shadows all over the sky, the slight sound of breaking through the air was continuous, as if tens of millions of poisonous snakes were swallowing and spitting out the poison letters, and his figure could not be seen.

Ye Qingyu stood firm and stood still.

[Nine Techniques of Dragon Fist] in his hand, he was exerted slowly, and the vast and vast fist force stirred the surroundings, and one after another, the sound of clear dragon roars continued to be heard. Haoran Mo Yu's sound waves, combined with the power of fist power, were a shocking force, constantly spreading across the entire arena.

Thousands of black sword shadows seemed to invade Ye Qingyu like crazy raging raging, but they could never invade within the range of his fist power.

"puff!"

[Shadow] A stream of blood was sprayed out from his mouth, and blood was flowing out from his eye sockets, nostrils, and ears. His whole face was as ferocious as an evil ghost, and it was extremely terrifying.

The black soft sword in his hand became more and more violent.

The sword was like a black explosion, mixed with a strange and cold aura, as if it was about to turn into a torrent of time and space, flooding the entire training camp. Its momentum was violent and horrifying, and it was simply not like human power, as if it was a strange demon coming out of the shadow blood river.

The people around the ring slowly retreated to the outside.

"He's gone astray."

When Ye Qingyu saw the appearance of [Shadow], he immediately knew what was going on.

The sword technique he used should be the secret sword art obtained from the instructor. However, judging from the momentum and aura of the sword moves, it should not be the legendary [Divine Emperor Sword Classic] or [Cangsheng Sword Classic], but another sword technique suitable for the cultivation of the shadow talented warriors.

Ten days ago, [Shadow] was defeated by his own hands. It was supposed that his self-esteem and self-confidence had been greatly hit, so he practiced wildly these days. Unfortunately, he was too eager to achieve success, which made him restless and unable to truly understand the essence of this set of Shadow Sword Book, but instead put him on the brink of being possessed by the devil.

[Shadow] After all, he was an extraordinary person. When he realized this, he immediately challenged himself, wanting to resolve danger in the battle, forcibly break through the bottleneck, and break the inner demon.

Unfortunately, he took the wrong step by step, and at this time he had all his strength to activate the Shadow Sword Book, which instead accelerated the process of becoming obsessed with the devil.

At this time, blood was bleed from the seven orifices, and the backlash from the exercises was just a thought.

"After all, I am a military genius in my Snow Country. Although I have a bad temper, I am not a bad person. I might as well help him." Ye Qingyu's thoughts were ignited, and he figured out the cause and effect before and after, and decided to help him once.

"Annang!"

The sound of the dragon roar was loud, and Ye Qingyu moved his body, and it was still a dragon fist, which burst out loud.

This is his first time taking the initiative.

bite!

With a light sound, the dragon fist hit the body of the black soft sword.

Ye Qingyu's current body refining cultivation is such a terrifying power. [Shadow] can no longer hold the sword in his hand. The black soft sword was directly shaken away, rising from the sky, and a light sound pierced into the lapis lazuli ceiling above his head until it had no handle.

It was originally the last [Shadow], with a long sword coming out of hand and its momentum instantly slumped.

Ye Qingyu punched another punch and hit his chest.

"don't want……"

A loud shout came from below.

However, the combat skill instructor had arrived at some point and shouted in shock when he saw this. He did not expect that Ye Qingyu would actually kill him. His figure flashed and he was about to rush to the ring to stop all this.

But a force instantly pulled his figure back.

The combat skill instructor turned his head and saw that it was the body refining instructor Wu Shifu.

"Wait first, [God of War] doesn't want to kill him." The strange light flashed in Fengshi's eyes, staring at everything that was happening on the ring.

"What?" The combat instructor was stunned, suddenly realized something, his eyes full of shock: "What do you mean..."

"The God of War is using [Dragon Fist]." Bao Shi's angry tone seemed to sigh, but also seemed to be unbelievable.

On the ring.

"puff!"

[Shadow] A ray of black blood was spewed out of his mouth.

His energy in his body ran wildly, his body almost lost its power of movement, his seven orifices were bleeding, his expression was extremely terrifying, his eyes staring straight at Ye Qingyu, and he laughed: "Okay, okay, it's not unfair that I can die in your hands... It's a pity..."

"Hold your breath and concentrate, hold Yuan Shuyi!"

Ye Qingyu shouted loudly, and at the same time, dozens of punches hit the body of [Shadow] in the dragon roar.

【Shadow】Stopped.

He suddenly realized that with the power of the [God of War], when the first punch hit him, he could directly kill him into minced meat. However, he had hit dozens of punches now, but his body was still intact and undamaged.

The next moment, a series of torrents of Yuanli with alternating heat and heat flowed into his body.

"This is……"

[Shadow] was shocked to find that where the torrent of the Yuanli that alternated between hot and cold gradually suppressed the chaotic and rioting vital energy in his body.

At the same time, [God of War] punches are like lightning, bombarding itself like a storm.

No matter what part of the body is, every time you hit a punch, the pain that causes Yuanli to run wild and is as severe as being cut into pieces by thousands of knives will be reduced by one point.

"He is helping me?"

This thought flashed through [Shadow]'s mind instantly.

He hesitated for a moment, then immediately abandoned other distracting thoughts, used his own body and mind method, hugged Yuan Shuyi, and began to work hard to sort out the turbulent flow of energy in his body.

Ang Ang Ang Ang Ang Ang Ang!

The sound of clear and deafening dragon roars kept ringing in the training camp.

Every time it sounds, it means that Ye Qingyu hits a dragon fist.

With all the young strong men and the two instructors around the ring holding their breath and staring intently, time passed by minute by minute. In the blink of an eye, a stick of incense passed, and Ye Qingyu punched 100,000 times.

In the end, Ye Qingyu was already steaming in mist and was covered by a white mist.

His punches were not as fast as before. He could clearly capture the vision of an ordinary person.

But the sound of the dragon roar that echoed in the void became louder and louder.

And unlike the simple sound of the dragon roar at the beginning, the fist dragon roar at this time faintly contained a real dragon power, as if there were really a dragon roaring in the void, carrying the breath of the dragon clan.

"Fuck." The combat instructor cursed.

Body refining instructor Bao Shiqi also gritted his teeth: "Fuck it."

The two of them were shocked to the extreme, so they couldn't help but swear.

They were really scared by Ye Qingyu's level of demonicity.

They naturally knew the mystery of Dragon Fist. After all, as the group that was once selected, they were fortunate to be taught Dragon Fist. After years of immersed in the power of Dragon Fist, they naturally knew the various mysteries of Dragon Fist. One of them was to use the power of Dragon Fist to eliminate the inner demons, but they could not do this now.

And I just had only been in contact with [Dragon Fist] for more than ten days, and I could do this?

How can this not make them swear?

Moreover, at this time, Ye Qingyu punched out one punch and another. The will of the move contained the Taoist meaning that even the two of them could not understand. The sound of the dragon roar was clearer and more realistic, no longer a tone-like, but a real majesty of the dragon clan. Seeing them both couldn't help but feel frightened.

Thinking about it now, I suddenly understood why Ye Qingyu's resume had gone from a young man who had never learned martial arts to a rising star in martial arts in just one year. Such a terrifying martial arts talent and understanding, even if it is...

Baoshi angrily thought hard, "Even if it is" and wanted to add a personal name, but after thinking about it, he found that among all the martial arts giants and geniuses he knew, there was no one who could do what Ye Qingyu could do.

Although the other young strong men were not as sure as the two instructors, they also vaguely felt something. They all opened their eyes wide and refused to miss the slightest movement of Ye Qingyu on the ring.

Because they are also practicing Dragon Fist.

The essence and mystery of the Dragon Fist that Ye Qingyu showed at this time was something they had never thought of. For them, this was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime process of observation and understanding.

In the blink of an eye, another stick of incense passed.

Ye Qingyu's punching speed has been reduced to three or four breaths and one punch.

His steps were slow, moving around [Shadow], and his punches were slowly hitting [Shadow]. Each punch was like a dragonfly squirting water, and he was about to return at one touch, and his breathing gradually became rapid. His whole mind was a little depressed, which obviously took a lot of energy.

[Shadow] stands quietly in place, like a sculpture, motionless, with eyes closed, as if she is asleep.

hold head high!

The last dragon roar sounded.

Every young strong man was trembling in his heart, and a feeling of fear appeared because of the dragon roar.

The last punch was knocked out.

Ye Qingyu opened his mouth and spewed out a light black blood arrow. His body shook, and he took a thud and took a step back three or four steps before he slowly stood firm. His whole body was rolling like clouds and clouds. It was obvious that he activated all his energy to the extreme.

Everyone's hearts were all raised to their throats.

Ye Qingyu stood quietly.

The fog around the body gradually faded.

Ye Qingyu had a strange sense of Taoism, with a rosy face and a flying spirit. There was a faint jade-colored glowing light under his skin, giving people a feeling of jewelry and flawless body. When he exhales and breathes, he seemed to be in line with the yin and yang of heaven and earth.

"Close the ring, don't bother [God of War] and [Shadow]."

The sword shook loudly and said authentically.

The combat skill instructor also said with a serious expression: "Yeah, it's important, let's protect the Dharma yourself."

The two stood beside the ring and began to wait quietly.

Other young men have different expressions on their faces—

I got up at around 6 o'clock this morning, so I got up and rushed to the manuscript. Seeing that everyone said the update was slow, I was very ashamed. Let's talk about it first.

Today I'm going to attend the wedding... It's another wedding... There are too many people getting married in the past six months. I'm crazy, I want to write well

But it won't be interrupted every day.
Chapter completed!