Chapter 1147

Whew, whew!

The overwhelming momentum came from the air column like a javelin, but Qiu Yun didn't hide or flash. The air column exploded inch by inch in his body shrouded in the long red snake transformed by the red devil thunder, but his speed was almost the same.

Seeing that Ye Qing also rushed in without being affected by the air column, Qiu Yun raised the corners of his mouth and clapped his hands like lightning. In a short time, hundreds of long red snakes around him exaggerated to open their ferocious mouths and expose their red fangs.

In the next moment, the sharp teeth suddenly gnawed out, and saw that hundreds of red long snakes turned into an overwhelming blood rainbow, biting towards the divine pattern around Ye Qing with a lightning speed.

Once the divine pattern around Ye Qing is destroyed, Ye Qing's combat effectiveness will plummet. At that time, it will be much easier for him to defeat Ye Qing.

In this regard, Ye Qing smiled faintly, lifted his palm, and the divine patterns on the golden body flickered. The overbearing golden light converged into a golden wave, swept out, shaking the space, and then exploded hundreds of scarlet long snakes in an instant, rolling blood and romance.

Seeing this, Qiu Yun's face was expressionless, and his body suddenly tilted away, filled with red devil thunder's palm on the ground.

The thunder light flickered. At the toes of Qiu Yun's feet, the majestic red devil thunder gathered and turned into two scarlet pointed vertebrae. The tip glittered with cold awn. Then he tore open the air and stabbed away at the two dense divine patterns of Ye Qing with an extremely rapid degree.

Bang bang!

The violent thunder was swept along with it, and the air was squeezed out. With the full pressure of the wind, the surrounding air burst.

"Stare at my divine pattern attack."

Ye Qing smiled carelessly, clapped his palms straightly, and the golden breath curled up. His palm was immediately overbearing, like two golden meteorites across the sky. It went straight, but it contained incomparably powerful power.

Click.

Where Ye Qing stands, the tough battle platform is half an inch deep, and it is still sinking with his palm.

Bang!

Finally, the scarlet spine at the toes of Qiu Yun's feet stabbed heavily on the clapped golden palms.

At that moment, the whole battle platform trembled. Then, the two waves of stalemate attacks separated, and the sound of cracking sounded. The scarlet spine at Qiu Yun's toe was broken, and his body shot back. He retreated to the edge of the battle platform before he could stop.

In contrast, Ye Qing just stepped back seven or eight steps.

Standing on the edge of the battle platform, Qiu Yun's legs trembled. He felt shaky. A touch of shock crossed his eyes. He didn't expect that he would succeed in cultivating red thunder body, and it was still difficult to get benefits from Ye Qing.

Qiu Yun didn't think much. He took a deep breath and urged the red thunder body to the extreme again.

Shua!

A shaking, Qiu Yun's body dragged a long red tail and burst out, shaking hands into fists. The red devil thunder surged wildly, folded into the size of a millstone, like a cluster of red flames, which leaped in a chilling arc.

Looking at the leaping flame, Qiu Yun's eyes drooped slightly. Ye Qing was unusually strong. Even if he urged the red devil thunder to this extent, I'm afraid he couldn't do anything to get him.

As soon as he thought about this, Qiu Yun shook his fist again, but when he saw that the fire with the big millstone closed sharply, it was suddenly reduced to a group of fishy red crystals about a foot. On the crystals, there was a thin thunder power, which was obviously very condensed.

However, compared with the red devil thunder crystal, the degree of condensation is naturally far inferior. However, with Qiu Yun condensing the red devil thunder into a solid thunder crystal, the power of the red devil thunder can also be maximized.

However, although the red devil thunder in this form has the strongest attack power, it also lacks variability.

Obviously, Qiu Yun was also aware of this shortcoming. While defending his body, he blew out a blow without any fancy.

The fist goes slowly, but Ji Yue under the stage feels extremely heavy and firm. It seems that what moves is not a fist, but a towering mountain. Although the degree is slow, it is a change for the person in charge.

Boom!

When the soles of Qiu Yun's feet fell in front of Ye Qing, the battle platform trembled as he fell. His body fell forward slowly, and his fist burst out. It became more and more dignified. There were faint signs of sinking in the battle platform under his feet.

"Good."

Ye Qing smiled and praised from the bottom of his heart. In his eyes, a solemn color appeared for the first time. His fist closed tightly, and the divine pattern of his whole body swam strangely at this time. In an instant, he swam completely on his fist, forming the pattern of the golden lion.

"Angry lion fist!"

The cry and cry, with a strong sense of war, rang through. Ye Qing's fist print was raised, and the incomparably bright golden light swept from the divine pattern into a powerful golden war lion.

Roar!

The golden lion roared up to the sky, and the lion roared in bursts. Then the unruly golden pupil suddenly hung down. In an instant, it locked the thunder fist in front like red crystal like like two golden spears.

Bang!

The golden lion's claws stretched out, and the claw potential was steady, just like carrying a mountain on his back. However, the speed was as fast as a flash of lightning. In the flash, the air exploded again and again, and finally hit the thunder fist slowly from left to right.

The golden battle platform suddenly sank down an inch at this time.

After that, on the battle platform, the shaking place of the two figures, the spherical air cover, with a blackened spatial fluctuation, expanded like a rapidly expanding balloon, and annihilated all the air and fighting spirit along the way.

Ji Yue under the stage saw the spatial fluctuation sweeping, and the slender hand patted it out. The cold fighting storm swept through, shaking the spatial fluctuation away, but her slender hand was also shocked a little back.

Ji Yuehua's face shook. She immediately looked at the two people on the stage. At the moment, there was another space wave sweeping from the place where they shook.

They were separated and staggered back to the rear. Ye Qing retreated seven steps and Qiu Yun retreated ten steps.

Qiu Yun's body shook and his face shrouded in dignity. Ye Qing was worthy of being a giant. Even if he fought with him as a puppet now, his combat effectiveness was ridiculously strong. Even if he was not the top of the seven ranks, he was not a general generation.

"If I continue to shake with him like this, I will most likely be defeated in the end." Qiu Yun muttered in a rough way.

"Since you don't attack, let me do it." When ye Qing saw this, he laughed a little jokingly. His golden body threw out and his fists flew over. With a mountain like composure, he blasted away at the shrouded heavy storm.

Qiu Yun calmed down, shocked at his feet, leaving a residual shadow in place. When he reappeared, he already appeared on the right side of Ye Qing. The fist seal shrouded by Lei Jing blasted out with the potential of wind and thunder“ Dare not fight with me, want to suppress me with speed? However, in terms of speed, you will be worse than me. " Ye Qing joked more and more. His body fluttered. There was a faint dragon chant coming out of his body, followed by an illusory dragon shadow. Carrying his body, he dodged directly

Qiu Yun's fist seal appears behind Qiu Yun like a ghost.

Qiu Yun's face was startled. He immediately bowed down and punched out with a backhand.

Bang!

Ye Qing took a step sideways, patted the Golden Lion claws on his fist, and shook the Lei Jingzhen printed on Qiu Yun's fist out of the cracks. A strong force came out, which directly blew Qiu Yun out of his blood.

"Ha ha, I think you'd better fight with me according to the rules, otherwise you're not my enemy." With one blow, Qiu Yun flew away. Ye Qing laughed loudly, and the golden light flashed. His body shape approached Qiu Yun again.

Ji Yue outside the battle platform saw this scene and clenched her slender hands with cold sweat oozing from her palms.

Qiu Yun is inferior to Ye Qing both in strength and speed. In this case, the possibility of Qiu Yun defeating Ye Qing is so slim that he can hardly remember.

At this time, Ji Yue was puzzled to see that Qiu Yun formed a strange seal method, but he did not continue to urge it to attack. Instead, he stabilized his body and turned his body to attack Ye Qing.

This time, Qiu Yun didn't urge his body method again, but fought with Ye Qing with red thunder body. After all, his body method is far less than Ye Qing. Urging him again is just humiliating.

This makes Qiu Yun's mouth bitter. Although Ye Qing has only the level of a sixth level martial artist, he should have mastered far more skills, body methods and forging methods than him. In addition, his cultivation is one level higher than him. Even if he swallowed a large number of red devil thunder, he can hardly be his enemy.

Ye Qing sees that Qiu Yun and himself are firmly shaken, so he doesn't urge his body method to suppress Qiu Yun.

He has many advantages over Qiu Yun. If he urges a high-level body method, it really doesn't make sense.

Bang! Bang!

Ye Qing sweeps up and shakes Qiu Yun. In the golden battle lion's roar on the fist print, his powerful claws soar and his sword reaches his feet. Every time he falls on Qiu Yun, Qiu Yun feels as if a mountain is rolling over him, stifling his chest and shaking his body upside down.

A trace of blood continuously overflowed from the corner of Qiu Yun's mouth, but Qiu Yun just wiped it and continued to fight with Ye Qing. His eyes were full of blood, just like a fierce beast fearing death.

However, even though Qiu Yun was extremely fierce, under Ye Qing's violent offensive, he was suppressed so that he had no power to fight back and continued to retreat to the edge of the battle platform.

Under the battle platform, Ji Yue's tight red lips loosen a slit. LAN Qi is light and comfortable. She would rather Qiu Yun be forced to lose under the battle platform by Ye Qing than compete for the sickle of death. She also doesn't want to see him spit blood constantly by Ye Qing.

"If you go on like this, you're afraid you'll lose without ten breaths." Ye Qing looked at Qiu Yun, who was forced to retreat by himself, and joked and laughed.

For Qiu Yun, who is about to lose and can't make himself happy, Ye Qing is not disappointed at all. Instead, he appreciates Qiu Yun in his eyes. Qiu Yun is only a fifth level martial artist. It's really valuable to be able to fight with him. He definitely deserves the word evil.

Therefore, Ye Qing looked at the expressionless Qiu Yun and said with a smile, "don't lose heart because of defeat. You can fight with me until this time. It's really powerful."

"So, after you are defeated, although I can't give you the sickle of death, I can also give you the body method I urged just now. Why, isn't it a surprise?"

Qiu Yun's expressionless face showed a joking smile, and then shook his head“ It's not only the body method of the elder, but also the sickle of the God of death. The boy has always had the potential to win. "