Chapter 1192

But what yeluye didn't expect is that Leng junao turned over on the spot for the sake of yeshao's wife. He even patted the gravel table and went straight to fight against him!

What kind of woman does Tang Nan Lin Huang want? Why did he react so much?

It's better to say that it's a beautiful woman who looks like a fairy, but it's just an ugly woman with a monster's face. Yeluye really doesn't understand. Is there something hidden behind it?

Just as he pondered, his followers had gathered around him and retreated slowly.

The bodyguards of Leng junao came up. Ning Shun glanced at the master's face. He saw all the scenes just now. He could not help but feel a cold sweat for the prince Yelv!

How dare you ask for Miss Xi'er, I'm afraid the prince of Yelv is really impatient. Even those confidants who have been with Leng junao for many years dare not touch this thunder spot.

"Take it!"

Leng Jun Ao's face was stiff, his eagle eyes were as cold as ice awl, and the black line between his forehead was looming.

With his command, Ning Shun and others besieged him. Although yelvye's entourage were all first-class experts, they were outnumbered. They could resist in the front, but they were soon defeated by each other and won all of them.

Yeluye is also black with anger. He shouts coldly at the man: "Leng Jun Ao! You cheat the less with the more! "

Sure enough, Leng junao raised his hand and motioned the guards to step down.

"Yeluye, we are one-on-one!"

Leng junao's tone is languid. He doesn't pay attention to him at all. He doesn't have to explain anything to yeluye. In short, the other party wants to take Xi'er away from him as long as he knows, unless he dies!

Now it's not about peace talks, it's about men versus men.

Yelvye rushes towards him with lightning speed. Just now, he has seen Leng junao's internal power. He knows that if he tries hard, he can't take advantage of it. He has to get the first chance. He can't win until he starts first.

Leng Jun Ao gave a sneer, slightly raised his eyebrows, gently hooked his robe with one hand, and sank his legs. He met him with the simplest horse step.

Yeluye doesn't have time to think about Leng junao's action. He clenches his teeth and concentrates all his internal power on his fist, aiming at Leng junao's heart.

Leng Jun's horse strides, but he doesn't want to hide. He holds his head high and faces the blow.

With a bang, yeluye's fist seems to have hit a wall. His finger is almost broken, and his wrist is slightly sore. He is bounced back by Leng junao's internal force. He takes three steps to stabilize his body.

At the same time, all the internal forces gathered by yeluye are dissolved at the moment when they hit Leng junao. It's like a blow on cotton. There is no response at all.

Yeluye holds his right wrist and takes a breath.

Leng junao doesn't give him another chance to breathe. He stops his horse steps. His steps are like lightning in the air. He can't see his steps clearly. Yeluye just feels that Leng junao is standing in front of him.

Leng junao's palms are windy, like swords and swords. It is clear that he is empty handed and has no blade, but he is like Avalokitesvara with a thousand hands. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword envelop him. Yeluye blocks this palm, but he can't prevent that palm. He tries to avoid it. He is kicked in the knee by Leng junao, and almost falls down.

However, in just 30 moves, yelvye is at the end of his rope, unable to resist.