Chapter 3410

I watched that slap through the air shield without hindrance. I opened my mouth into an O-shape. My expression changed from self-confidence to astonishment and then to horror.

"Pa!" It was not until the clear slap on his face that he woke up from his astonishment.

His face was numb at first, and then there was a burning pain. He could even feel clearly that his cheek was swelling like a puff.

"You, you dare to hit me!" Duanmu Qingming was slapped by this slap and turned around three times. He kept his body steady, touched his burning face and looked at the night cloud in disbelief.

This question is exactly the same as that of Tang junhou. In a sense, they are a kind of people, but Tang junhou was taught a lesson earlier than him and sobered up earlier.

"Pa!" It was another clear slap in the face, and Duanmu Qingming turned around again, but in the opposite direction. Yu, the other side of the face also came hot pain, like steamed bread in a steamer, swelling quickly.

"You dare to hit me, you dare to hit me! Do you know who I am? " Doubt has been verified, Duanmu Qingming issued an angry scream.

"Pa!" His answer was still a clear slap in the face.

The cauldron of heaven and earth with the essence of Ning ruo's sword heart was smashed, Duanmu Qingming's neck was crooked, and he was directly fanned out. A blood mist also with his figure across the world, which also mixed with a few white teeth.

Ma Mian youth and some other disciples of Jianding sect were just about to get up after taking a breath. Seeing this scene, they fell down again wisely.

What's the origin of these guys? It's really terrible. Even the most powerful swordsman in the clan can't stop his light slap. They finally realized that this time, they were really kicking the iron plate.

It's not too late for a gentleman to avenge himself for ten years... The truth of life protection is whispered in his heart. They are lying on the ground, and they dare not give a mouthful more.

Duanmu Qingming is obviously not as smart as them. As soon as he falls to the ground, he gets up again and looks at Ye Yunji, Gu Fenghua, Luo en and others beside him. His eyes almost burst with fire.

As soon as he was born, he was regarded as the apple of his eye by all the clansmen. When he was three years old, he was accepted as a close disciple by the Lord of Jianding sect. He was also highly expected by the whole clan. He has never suffered such a big loss since he was young. How can he swallow this evil?

"Night cloud silence, I will kill you!" Duanmu Qingming roars, pulls out his sword and rushes towards the night cloud.

A golden pearl appeared on his forehead. The sword in his hand was antique. As soon as it came out of its sheath, it released an ancient and majestic meaning.

Emperor Saint one! No wonder this guy has such a strong voice. His strength is really good. That long sword is also full of antiquity. At first sight, it is not ordinary. Facing each other head-on, it's hard for ordinary emperor saint to be his opponent. Shengzong, after all, is Shengzong. The inside information of Shengzong is by no means comparable to that of ordinary sects. Seeing Duanmu Qingming's real strength, Gu Fenghua sighed secretly.

But they didn't worry at all. It's hard for ordinary emperor to be the opponent of Duanmu Qingming, but the question is, is Ye Yunji ordinary emperor's first product? Obviously not!

"Pa!" The familiar slap sounds again.

Duanmu Qingming's body shape, with a faster speed, fell heavily to the ground, this time, he obviously fell more severe than last time, lying on the ground for a long time did not get up.