Chapter 545

Hong Tianyang is known as the first master of Chu. Whether it is true or not, we can see his strength.

Qin Yi is a powerful presence in the Kyushu Holy See, the peak force in the Kyushu mainland. Along the way, he has already made many achievements that even the world dare not think of.

The constant collision between the two masters, a magnificent energy wave, ravaged the whole audience, and cracks appeared on the ground.

"Hong Tianyang, knock this boy down!"

Around the stadium, a roar sounded.

Before that, they had never seen such a master duel, one by one.

"Boy, get down!"

At this time, Hong Tianyang's eyes were red, his face was ferocious and terrible, and his whole body was filled with a strong violent spirit. He didn't expect that the game could be deadlocked for so long, which was completely inconsistent with his identity of "the first master of Chu". It should end at the beginning.

He roared and hit Qin Yi with another punch. He contained all his anger in his fist. He wanted to blow Qin Yi into slag with one punch.

The huge fist with golden awn is extremely domineering. It is ten feet away from Qin Yi. The fist strength is like an invisible wave rushing towards Qin Yi.

Qin Yi stood there proudly, dressed in hunting clothes, with black hair all over his head, dancing wildly. His eyes were slightly frozen, looking at the fist that hit him quickly, and suddenly said coldly, "hand over the silver flag! This is the end of everything! "

As the Dharma formula of the seven forms of heavenly demons surged up, I saw the youth's charm, changed rapidly, became indifferent and profound, and a trace of ancient magic spirit lingered all over me.

There have been countless signs of demonization, and they appear again, which makes me feel like a fairy ancient demon, breaking up endless time and space and suddenly coming here.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

In the boy's left hand, there was a sound of bone transformation. In an instant, the palm of his hand soared to a width of Zhang. It was dark, and a trace of magic spirit lingered on it.

"Seven forms of heavenly demons - the first form!"

At this time, the young man's voice has become extremely indifferent.

His action is simple and clear, which is to clap it with one palm.

"Hoo..."

Zhang Kuan's left hand, rolled with a gust of wind, patted hard at the huge fist.

The scene of palming is quite wonderful. It seems that from the very distant Xiangu years, it broke up endless time and space, and has been photographed to the present world. The speed of palming seems to be slow, but in fact it is fast to the limit.

"Peng!"

The devil slapped his left hand on Hong Tianyang's fist. He could only hear the sound of fracture in Hong Tianyang's arm. The whole arm was broken into five pieces and hung there.

"Boy, you want to die and dare to waste my arm!"

Hong Tianyang roared wildly, his black hair stood upright, and his body sent out a thrilling and violent spirit, as if he were a big demon with crazy hair.

The soles of Hong Tianyang's feet stamped on the ground, dragged the broken arm, and desperate to kill Qin Yi.

"Seven forms of heavenly demons - the second form!"

Qin Yi's indifferent eyes looked faintly at Hong Tianyang who had been frantically slaughtered. The words in his mouth seemed frozen for thousands of years. Then he did not hesitate to play the second form of the seven forms of demons.

"Hoo..."

The magic hand, like the face of the ghost who claimed his life, tried to shoot it again, sending out a trace of ancient flavor.

At this moment, time seemed to solidify. There was no sound in the whole field. All the people were stunned with their mouths open. Only the left hand of the heavenly devil was moving, whistling away with an ancient smell.

Looking at the devil's left hand haunted by the devil's gas, Hong Tianyang's killing body stagnated slightly. In his round staring eyes, a touch of fear suddenly flashed over, and his soul trembled suddenly.

"Peng!"

Without hesitation, the devil slapped Hong Tianyang with his left hand.

At the moment when the magic hand touched his body, Hong Tianyang smelled a breath of death. He couldn't compete with the power transmitted by the magic hand. He flew hundreds of feet away and fell to the ground.

"Pa!"

Hong Tianyang's tall body made a huge noise. Even the whole stadium shook. His body had been cracked and covered with cracks like spider webs, and his bones almost fell apart.

"Hong Tianyang, is this the Wei'an you want me to have a good look at? Sorry, you lost! "

Tianmo's left hand has recovered like a field. Qin Yi proudly stands there, one hand behind him, looking at Hong Tianyang in a condescending attitude, and slowly says.

His tone was faint, but the people present were as if they were thundering. They were stunned and couldn't move. Their mouths were opened in amazement, and their chin was broken to the ground.

Hong Tianyang was defeated!

The first master of the state of Chu was defeated by a "young man from the mountains"!

The whole field was so quiet that it was almost audible.

Only in the crowd, the girl who was as ethereal as an elf had expected such a result and smiled twice: "ha ha..."

Hong Tianyang, the first master of Chu in the eyes of the world, so what? If you put it in the Tingwei of Kyushu Vatican, it can only be regarded as medium and superior. At the moment Qin Yi appeared, xuanlan knew that the end would be like this.

Hong Tianyang's face was extremely pale and covered with beads of sweat. He looked up and looked at the boy standing there as if he were a God. He looked down at his youth and felt that he was so tall, majestic and invincible!

He never imagined that the boy he met in the tailor's shop that day would defeat himself, the first expert of Chu, with an absolute advantage, so that he could see what real greatness is.

There is no doubt that at this time, he was full of reluctance and wanted to drive the boy directly into the 18th floor of hell. However, at the bottom of his heart, there was a sense of powerlessness.

"God, am I dreaming that the first master of Da Chu was defeated by the boy."

A cautious voice broke the silence on the field, and then the whole field was boiling all at once.

It's incredible. How can this young man who is less than 20 years old be as powerful as killing God? Who is he?

Today's war is just as unreal as an illusion!

"Yang'er!"

A cry of surprise came from the opposite tower. Hong Wencheng, dressed in brocade, swept from the tower to the stadium, picked up Hong Tianyang, who was bruised all over, hurriedly took out a healing pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he put his palms on his back and injected Xuanqi into his body to heal him.

After a while, there was a trace of blood on Hong Tianyang's face.

"Boy, on the competition field, you actually hit me so hard. How brave!"

Hong Wencheng put down Hong Tianyang, stood up and looked at Qin Yi's eyes, which contained towering anger. His chest rose and fell violently. Only one line was missing. Hong Tianyang died. He wanted to clap the boy in front of him into meat and mud with one hand.

Looking at Hong Wencheng with a livid face, Qin Yi was always calm, picked his eyebrows slightly, smiled faintly and said: "everyone saw it. Didn't Hong Tianyang want to kill my cousin just now? I just use my way to cure him. "

"Presumptuous!"

Hong Wencheng shouted angrily, "how can a mere Xiao smoke be compared with my Yang son? I am a vassal, and yang'er is the son of the king. Boy, I tell you, it's not over yet. Wait and dare to do this to my yang'er. I'll let you, the Xiao family, pay the price. "

As soon as Hong Wencheng said this, all the people on the court immediately turned their gloating eyes on Qin Yi and beat the young leader of the Hong family so miserably. The boy was finished.

They even saw a big word "death" on the young man's face!

"Tut tut!"

Qin Yi smiled lightly and said, "I heard that the Hong family has bullied the street and bullied the market over the years. They are notorious for their misdeeds. Today is a lesson."

He took a step forward and looked straight at Hong Wencheng and leisurely became bright: "but don't forget, now the silver war flag has fallen into the Xiao family. From now on, you are no longer a vassal. The person with this identity is the leader of the Xiao family!"

Qin Yi's words were undoubtedly like drinking a stick at the head. Hong Wencheng was suddenly stunned. He remembered that Hong Tianyang had lost the battle flag competition. The silver battle flag had fallen into the hands of the Xiao family. For a moment, he became lost!

All along, he devoted all his financial resources to build Hong Tianyang into the No. 1 master of Chu. It was a sure thing to keep the silver flag. Even the new robe was ready. Who would think, at the last critical moment, he killed Qin Yi and defeated Hong Tianyang with absolute advantage!

The people around were also stunned, and then realized that Hong Wencheng was no longer a prince who killed and robbed life. It was just the head of a large family, and there was no way to take Qin Yi.

"Ha ha, this year's flag competition is really enjoyable and wonderful!"

Xiao Ning in the crowd laughed for a long time, and the whole person was in high spirits.

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Yan on one side, after being stunned, also showed a heartfelt smile on his beautiful face, and even his injuries were better in an instant.

She casually stroked a wisp of messy hair in front of her forehead and felt very happy: "before the competition, my cousin repeatedly stressed that I just need to fight as hard as I can. The silver war flag will eventually fall into our Xiao family. I have been quite confused. Why is he so sure? It turned out that he had planned to fight the last war with Hong Tianyang and he will replace me."