Chapter 648

On Meng xuanming's arms and fists, the black light flickered, almost devouring all the light around him.

Everyone can only see that Meng xuanming's ordinary facial features are showing unusual colors.

Like a god!

The refuelling voice of the sharp sword weakened, and the crowd seemed to be a little incredulous.

After all, everyone knows that Meng xuanming is just a dark realm.

However, how can this kind of power be produced by a mere secret force?

There is an unbelievable guess, but no one dare to say it!

"Master!" In the silence of the crowd, Han Zhen cold to spit out a sentence.

Before Meng xuanming came,

"Master?" Ye Lan's heart sways. He finally understands why Han Zhen wants him to go to the theatre.

Master He Ying looked at Han Zhen: "it's impossible! It's absolutely impossible

Even so, He Ying knows that it is absolutely possible!

He Ying is very depressed. Li Jian has been suppressed by a Meng xuanming for so long. Originally, I thought that Ling Yonghao's birth could reverse the whole situation, but I never thought that Meng xuanming didn't appear for several months, and now he has become a master of martial arts.

Suddenly, Xing Jinlong yelled: "Ling Yonghao, come on!"

"Ling Yonghao, come on!"

The general sound of mountain and tsunami resounds through the whole square. All the expectations of the whole sword are all on Ling Yonghao.

Ling Yonghao drank wildly: "death!"

Suddenly, Ling Yonghao cut out of the supreme air sword burst out of a breathtaking Qingmang.

Dazzling!

Meng xuanming gave a long smile, and his dark fists were smashed directly. Wu Guang congealed and didn't disperse.

The explosive sword boxing.

Whoa!

Meng xuanming, known as iron fist, had a bloody mark on his double fists.

Meng xuanming stepped back several steps, and it seemed that he could not resist Ling Yonghao's shock. Even the clothes on his body were cut by the air sword, and cracks appeared.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Invincible Xing Jinlong was the first to exhale. His emotion was so intense that he fell into a kind of ecstasy.

"Ha ha ha! Now, Ling Yonghao can rectify the name of the sword! "

All the members of the sword team on the scene fell into an uncontrollable frenzy, as if they saw the victory in front of them.

Han Zhen looks at these people's fanaticism, but it can't be substituted into their feelings at all.

It's like an outsider.

He Ying is more and more dissatisfied with Han Zhen's reaction, and points out to Han Zhen as the president of the Council: "Mr. Han, your eyesight is too poor to be further improved!"

"Besides, you can't sit here cheering others on the battlefield!"

He Ying doesn't know martial arts, and even blindly believes in Ling Yonghao. Han Zhengen is too lazy to talk to her, "stupid!"

He Ying burst into a rage, and then said with a smile: "then wait for Ling Shangguan to defeat the strong enemy and be respected as the general leader. You should follow Ling Shangguan and be obedient, so as not to offend him!"

"Otherwise, the sword won't hold you!"

Han Zhen shook his head.

A great master is like a dragon. How can he be compared with a common martial arts practitioner.

However, the world is always lucky that the explosion of seeds can reverse the situation.

If so, how can the master of martial arts be superior to many practitioners of martial arts?

He Ying sneered: "what you said is powerful, but now it's Ling Shangguan who is trying to turn the tide, and you are here. You can only be a spectator!"

Han Zhen smiles, "if I do it, he will be defeated!"