Xue Jianing's coat had many cracks in it due to being attacked by the purple-black whirlwind just now.
It was faintly visible that the skin under the clothes had been cut with tiny scars.
It's enough to see the damage of that whirlwind.
At this time, Xue Jianing was panting heavily because of fatigue, but her eyes were full of excitement.
Hearing Leng Luosha's question, she raised her white neck and said proudly: "This is my master's original creation [Yewu Zhendian·Dark Night Meteor Palm]!"
Xue Jianing turned to look at Ye Hong on the sofa with a look of admiration.
Master, you saw it, I did it!
I used the Yewu Canon you taught me to hurt Leng Rakshasa!
At some point, Ye Hong snatched Su Sheng's coffee and was sipping it leisurely.
Seeing the scene on the court, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he quietly gave Xue Jianing a thumbs up.
As the ancient martial arts he learned became more and more complex, the supplements to the Yewu Canon became more solid.
Like the Dark Night Meteor Palm used by Xue Jianing just now, it is a brand new palm technique created by Ye Hong combining the advantages of Xue Style Tai Chi and Baguazhang.
This palm technique is so fast and violent that it is like a meteor streaking through the night sky. It is difficult for ordinary people to react.
Su Sheng also sat next to Ye Hong at some point, looking at the coffee that Ye Hong had snatched away with a sad look on his face.
Seeing Ye Hong and Xue Jianing's flirting looks, he couldn't help but said quietly from the side: "There is something fishy between you two, master and disciple."
"puff-"
This time, it was Ye Hong who couldn't help but spit out coffee.
What a coincidence, it happened to spray on Su Sheng.
"you!."
Su Sheng was so angry that he almost threw the melon seeds in his hand at Ye Hong.
The two people outside the field were performing a small theater, and the two protagonists inside the field were facing each other again.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll get a little advantage.
Next, I will let you taste the terror of ancient Qi warriors! "
Leng Luosha, who was extremely angry, finally decided to use all his strength.
She took off the iron fan hanging from her waist and suddenly opened the fan completely.
The fully opened iron fan occupies almost half of Leng Luosha's body.
On the fan surface, there are some strange ancient texts and patterns carved on it, which look extremely mysterious.
The iron gate's ancestral treasure - [Wind Demon Shadowless Fan].
This fan followed the ups and downs of the ancient sect Iron Gate, and finally reached the hands of Leng Luosha, the leader of this generation.
"Iron Fan True Technique·Shadowless Wind Demon!"
Leng Luosha held the fan in both hands and waved it forward with all his strength!
Quiet.
There was an eerie silence in the hall.
Leng Luosha's powerful wave did not produce anything, not even the purple-black whirlwind just now.
But Ye Hong's eyes suddenly condensed!
Xue Jianing frowned slightly, but her attention was still focused on Leng Luosha, as if she thought she had another trick.
However, at this moment, Xue Jianing suddenly let out a scream!
As if she encountered an invisible attack, Xue Jianing's entire body was blown into the air!
Invisible wind blades passed through her body, causing several wounds.
But before she landed, the invisible attack came in another direction.
Xue Jianing's body was constantly cut by the invisible wind blade, and there were more and more wounds on her body.
But no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn't see the trajectory of the strange wind blade!
"Hahahaha, little girl, have you seen how powerful I am, Leng Luosha?!"
The strong wind came, but it was invisible.
Wind Demon Shadowless Fan, it turns out that shadowless means this.
Seeing Xue Jianing who kept screaming, Ye Hong's hand holding the coffee cup tightened instantly.
(End of chapter)