"Heh." Ye Zhuixun twitched his lips in mockery, without even moving his feet: "The roar of the mad lion!"
Buzz!
A layer of strong white light instantly covered his fist.
He shouted loudly and punched out - his fist emitted a white light, causing the air to distort, and a trajectory shot out rapidly in the air...
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The white light rotated at high speed, generating a strong repulsive force, forcibly expelling the black fog in the air...
"What? What's going on? Why is the poison fog being pushed away? Why can't we get close to that little bastard?" The Third Young Master looked ferocious and yelled madly: "Poison Dragon! Devour!"
He seemed to be at the end of his rope. He roared wildly and drew his sword fiercely: "True Dragon's Judgment!"
whoosh!
The black sword, like a swimming dragon, hit Ye Zhuixun directly.
"The roar of a mad lion!" Ye Zhuixun smiled coldly and punched again.
The fist wrapped in white light instantly reached the Poison Dragon Sword!
“Oh my God!”
"Is Ye Zhuixun crazy? How dare he use his fists to resist the third-level spiritual weapon Poison Dragon Sword?"
"Using his flesh and blood to block a poisonous spiritual weapon? Is he seeking death? Or is he crazy?"
Everyone screamed in disbelief, their eyes wide open in fear, thinking that they would see Ye Zhuixun's bloody body and blood splattered in the next moment...
However-
boom!
The fist mixed with white light collided with the black sword, but instead of splashing any blood, it made a sharp hissing sound...
"what happened?"
"White light... it's that white light!"
"What is that white light?"
Lou Xiaoxiao looked envious, recalling the scene when she first saw Ye Zhuixun take action at the county competition.
"Ye Zhuixun's Gale Fist is so powerful! It's so enviable!"
Lou Qianxue was also quite satisfied: "He is now stronger than before! Not only has he perfectly compressed the Gale Fist, but his rotation speed has also increased a lot... At the same time, the repulsive force and cutting force formed are also stronger. It seems that..." Lou Qianxue paused slightly: "Maybe... His Gale Fist can crush and shatter a third-level spiritual weapon..."
Lou Qianxue had just finished speaking.
Snap!
Snap!
The crisp sound of shattering continued to ring in the ears.
"Oh my God!" Everyone opened their eyes wide in shock.
"How can it be?"
"Ye Zhuixun actually destroyed the Poison Dragon Sword with his bare hands?"
“Isn’t this too exaggerated?”
Everyone roared in disbelief, without blinking, as they watched Ye Zhuixun's fist move forward inch by inch, crushing the Poison Dragon Sword into powder with absolute strength...
It’s like a dream!
The Third Young Master was mad and desperate, and he screamed loudly: "No... How is it possible! How can there be such a powerful ant! Impossible! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!!!"
He muttered to himself -
boom!
The fist that crushed the Poison Dragon Sword instantly hit him.
puff-
The Third Young Master spat out another mouthful of blood, his chest was bloody and bloody...
next moment.
He was blown away by the powerful repulsive force, and spun twice in the air. He fainted before he could even scream...
"Oh my god... This Ye Zhuixun is too scary!"
"How can he be so powerful?"
Everyone was overwhelmed with emotion, and looked at Ye Zhuixun in shock and confusion.
How could one man's fist be so strong
At this moment—
"Huh? Isn't this the paper tiger next to the Third Prince?"
A strange and arrogant voice, with a hint of teasing, suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.
The next moment!
whoosh!
Before the Third Young Master even landed on the ground, he was kicked back to the martial arts arena...
Thank you Xiuxiu and Huiling for your tips... I forgot to post the last chapter... Embarrassing, I have to post two chapters in a row, and there are still three chapters to go today, so I will continue to update...
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