Chapter 618

"Three moves, right?" Luo Yan's mouth corners smile slightly.

"In that case, I'll give in."

As soon as the voice fell, Luo Yan stamped his foot fiercely.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the ground, and a huge pit was stepped out by one foot, with cracks around.

Then, with the force of trampling, Luo Yan shot out like a shell.

"Hiss!"

A shrill sound burst out.

On the challenge arena, a human figure flashed past. It was so fast that people could only see that where it passed was a long phantom tail.

"This... This is!"

"The body breaks the sound barrier!"

Everyone was stunned. Luo Yan broke through the sound barrier with his physical strength. It's unbelievable.

The arena is 100 meters long and 100 meters wide, with Luoyan and longqianfan on both sides.

However, the distance of 100 meters is easily crossed in front of the speed of surpassing sound.

Holding the sword in both hands, long Qianfan, who was still holding the Po se, didn't react. He saw that Luo Yan had already appeared in front of him and grinned.

"First punch."

Luo Yan void a take, grip claw into a fist, force such as cannonball like hard to long Qianfan's stomach.

"Dong!"

There was a loud noise.

Long Qianfan's tall and straight posture, like a pine, was immediately arched like a shrimp, his eyes suddenly protruded, blood covered, as if to jump out.

Luoyan's fist strength is as heavy as a kilo, which means an armored tank can explode, not to mention people.

If it wasn't for long Qianfan, the eighth level master of the earth level, with a thick layer of body protecting vigorous Qi, he would have been given this fist to K o on the spot.

But this layer of vigorous Qi can only play a buffering role, or hard by Luo Yan thousand jin fist strength burst.

"Bang!" It's a big noise.

Long Qianfan, like a broken kite, was shot tens of meters away, fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, spitting blood.

There was a dead silence.

No one can believe it.

How can long Qianfan fly away with a punch?

This is totally unthinkable.

In everyone's mind, long Qianfan, the second person in Zongbang, is almost invincible.

It's only two steps from the eighth level of the earth level master to the heaven level.

Although the hardness of the body can't be the same as that of the Tianjing people, but the hardness of the body is almost the same as that of a bulletproof car.

Even if you don't fight back, you still need people who are not far behind him to be able to fight him.

But now long Qianfan is beaten by others, and an idea rises in everyone's heart at the same time.

"This Luo Beichen must also be a master!"

"That's awesome. He's only twenty years old!"

"Unbelievable

"He is a great master!" Music rhyme a pair of autumn water cut pupil, suddenly shine brilliantly, eyes hot.

Before, she thought that Luo Yan was just a bit of evil magic, martial arts was not in fashion, so she didn't look up to him.

But this punch will fly long Qianfan dozens of meters away, at least to master can do.

He's good at alchemy, magic, and martial arts. What else can he do

Music rhyme such as stagnant heart, suddenly a trace of excitement, looking forward to Luo Yan can bring her more surprises.

Mu Qingling put her head in her hands and was stunned. She couldn't believe it.

The 20-year-old master of martial arts is even more talented than her master and long Qianfan. When they entered the master's realm at the age of 25, they were already known as amazing talents.

Luo Beichen was only 20 years old, and he stepped into the master's realm. This can no longer be called genius, but transcends the existence of genius like evil.

The more she thought about it, the more she was afraid.

Think of before, she repeatedly insulted Luo Yan, but still safe.

It's really Luo Yan who doesn't care about her in the face of her master.

Otherwise, she would have been able to blow her shit out with one punch.

……

Long Qianfan felt as if his viscera had moved, and he could not help spouting out a big mouthful of blood.

He has never been so embarrassed since he became famous.

Unexpectedly, he was beaten by a teenager who was younger than him for a whole generation. What's worse is that this teenager still colludes with his fiancee, n t r his man.

"Lo! North! Chen

Long Qianfan climbs up slowly. His eyes are full of murders. He just feels that no matter what method he uses today, he must kill this son.

Otherwise, it will be more difficult for him to deal with when he is plump in the future.

Luo Yan whistling, while holding his fist, Chong Long Qianfan light smile.

"Lord dragon, the second blow is coming."

"Don't be beaten out again. It will make people laugh."

With that, Luo Yan step out, body shape, such as streamer mirage, across tens of meters distance, instantly came to long Qianfan.

A blow out, such as a shell, with unparalleled destructive power.

This time long Qianfan was ready. Seeing the moment of Luo Yan's fist, he immediately put his luck on his hand and made a fist at the same time.

"Boom!"

The collision of the two powerful fists excited the surging weather, and the waves rolled out in all directions, such as the passage of a typhoon, which made people's clothes and hair sway.

"Well, what about three moves?" There was a sneer on Luo Yan's face.

"How come the Dragon Lord just started with two moves? He is a hypocritical villain who has no faith in his words."

As soon as long Qianfan's face changed, he felt that there was something in Luo Yan's words.

"Well, you don't need to be faithful to your evil ways."

"Today, I will use the gentleman's sword."

"Kill you

Long Qianfan draws his sword out of the sheath with the other hand and cuts it to Luo Yan in the air.

At such a close distance, long Qianfan's sword is famous for its quickness, so fast that people can't react at all.

I saw a long blue sword blooming from his hands.

Under the green awn is Luo Yan's head.

Just when people thought that Luo Yan would be cut in half by a sword.

Luo Yan another hand volley hit a punch, the vast true yuan form a huge air fist seal, meet the blue sword.

"Boom!"

Luo Yan's fist is like an antelope hanging its horn. It's wonderful.

Although it seems that the fist is not quick or slow, but in the eyes of the crowd, it is hard to hit long Qianfan's blue sword, and suddenly the sword cracks and the blue light dissipates.

Long Qianfan's sword hand was so shaken that he swung his arm backward. The tiger's mouth was sore, and the "gentleman's sword" in his hand almost got rid of it.

"If you are not good at swordsmanship, go back and practice again."

Luo Yan sneers again bang a fist, hit on long Qianfan's face.

Long Qianfan immediately flew out like a ball, spitting out a big mouthful of blood in mid air.

"Bang!"

Others have not yet landed, Luo Yan has broken the body, the sound barrier flash behind him, a kick to his ass.

Suddenly, long Qianfan flies forward like a ball.

"Bang!"

Luo Yan flashed in front of him and punched the sky.

Long Qianfan soared up like a rocket.

"Bang!"

Luo Yan jumped up and stepped down.

Long Qianfan fell like a dead dog.