Genius commoner

Chapter 192 Is it enough

Facing the continuous attacks from the yellow-clothed monk, Ye Zixuan stood on the spot and kicked a few times carelessly. The head-on contact of his legs and feet made a deafening sound, and the waves of air concussed by each blow made people's hearts tremble. The monk in yellow was fierce and domineering in sweeping his legs, but it didn't work in front of Ye Zixuan, and he didn't take advantage of it at all.

The yellow-clothed monk's repeated kicks didn't work, so he withdrew his right leg, clenched his hands into fists, and repeatedly blasted at Ye Zixuan's vitals.

"Monk, slow down."

Ye Zixuan said leisurely, his reaction and speed were obviously superior, and he completely suppressed the monk in yellow's attack with his extremely strong strength.

Suddenly, the yellow-clothed monk who kicked the air sank, his face changed slightly, and he leaned back instantly.

Almost just leaning back forty degrees, Ye Zixuan's feet directly passed his face, less than one centimeter apart, just when the monk in yellow thought he had avoided Ye Zixuan's killing move, the corner of Ye Zixuan's mouth suddenly twitched. Yang, with a warm smile on his face, the toes that were originally sweeping, like a falling meteor, straightened down a little.

With sharp toes and swift approach, the monk in yellow turned ugly, and it was too late to avoid it.

There was a muffled sound, Ye Zixuan hit his chest hard, and a sharp pain came instantly.

Enduring the severe pain, the monk in yellow kicked his legs vigorously, and then escaped Ye Zixuan's subsequent attack.

"puff!"

The monk in yellow, who was half kneeling on the ground, spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Zixuan looked at the seriously injured monk in yellow, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Great monk, if you only have this ability, then you have let me down too much."

When this sentence was thrown out, the monk in yellow turned ugly, and Mrs. Kuhua was also a little embarrassed. This was what they said when they taught Ye Zixuan just now, but unexpectedly, within 10 minutes, Ye Zixuan turned around and taught them a lesson , everyone in the seat stared wide-eyed, surprised, and even more bewildered, wondering how the situation would become like this?

Ye Zixuan was kicked by the yellow-clothed monk just now, but now he beats the yellow-clothed monk all over the ground, this change is too fast.

When many people were puzzled and even thought that the great monk released the water, the melancholy middle-aged man sighed softly:
"Sure enough, it is a good seedling. When he escaped into the ranks of grand masters at a young age, Tang Yuntian was also inferior back then."

The monk in yellow looked at Master Kuhua and shouted: "Don't you want to fight together?"

Withered Flower said lightly: "I don't like to share with others, even enemies."

"childish."

The master can bear it, but the monk can't bear it. The monk in yellow pushed away the dead flowers, bowed his body and said, "Boy, this battle has just begun."

Ye Zixuan smiled: "Come again."

The monk in yellow puffed out his chest, and shouted at Ye Zixuan:
"twitter!"

This sound was overwhelming, not to mention the people on the stage, even the spectators on the seats couldn't stop covering their ears, Mo Qixiong subconsciously squeezed out a sentence:
"Could this be the legendary lion's roar?"

Bai Qiuhua smiled wryly: "You watch too much TV."

When Xu Sanshao and the others slightly tilted their heads back to avoid the terrifying roar, the yellow-clothed monk's left fingers were in the shape of twisting flowers, and his right hand was pinching the diamond silver. At this moment, the monk looked like an angry King Kong, and the statue was solemn, and then rushed towards the standing Ye Zixuan.

In his opinion, Ye Zixuan must have been stunned by his roar, and this is the time for the final blow.

The monk in yellow, with his brows upside down, looked as if he would kill himself to become a benevolent man, with a series of punches.

At this moment, it seemed as if dozens of fists were hitting Ye Zixuan, and the sound of the powerful punches piercing through the air made people feel the howl of a storm in their ears.

Ye Zixuan still smiled faintly, and did not dodge the shadows of fists all over the sky. Although the opponent's movements were fast, they were very slow in his eyes.

He raised his hand and gave another palm.

Fists and palms collided, making a dull and loud noise.

Ye Zixuan's palm waved down lightly, after shaking away the opponent's fist, he still waved down lightly as if unimpeded.

But the shadow of the monk in yellow burst like a bubble, and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Ye Zixuan's palm was about to press on his chest, the unavoidable yellow-clothed monk glared and shouted, clasping his hands together.

He roared and pressed down on Ye Zixuan's palm with all his strength.

This is his most proud Nirvana governor, and he saw his anger turn and the wind turn, and the raging waves suddenly emerged, and the momentum was extremely astonishing.

The fists and palms of the two sides clashed, and there was a dark sound like thunder. The monk in yellow stepped back, his clothes fluttering, and his face was as pale as paper at this moment.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his sternum was broken, and there was endless grief and anger in his eyes.

Ye Zixuan smiled faintly: "You lost."

The simple three words announced the destination of the monk in yellow.

"It's my turn."

At this time, the dry flower master stepped up, stepped on the floor with his left foot, and swept the Buddha dust in his hand towards Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan kicked up a knife, facing Mrs. Kuhua, he just broke through and dared not be careless, not to mention that he still had a lot of injuries on his body.

"when."

There was an ear-piercing sound when the Buddha dust and the knife intersected, and the two retreated a few steps each.

Ye Zixuan laughed loudly: "Master, come again."

Kuhua Shitai didn't respond, and directly attacked with Buddha dust.

"Dangdangdang."

The two came and went in the shadow of swords and swords, and finally, with a frowning sound, the two quickly passed each other with their weapons in hand.

At that moment, from each other's eyes, each of them saw the crazy fighting spirit burning like a flame, and there was an indescribable admiration. The cracks were thousands of holes, more tattered than the clothes worn by the homeless man, and the weapons of the two men also shattered and fell to the ground one after another.

The moment they passed by, Mrs. Withered Flower's withered left hand twisted out strangely and hit Ye Zixuan's back hard.

A tie with the injured Ye Zixuan was a kind of humiliation to her. Although Ye Zixuan had made a breakthrough, he had just entered a new realm, and everything was immature.

Mrs. Withered Flower swiped her left foot, and three thousand white silks swept up.

The white silk that fell from the Buddha dust bounced up and shot out wildly in the cold wind brewing and accumulating, like thousands of rays of light killing across the sky.

Ye Zixuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his movements froze.

When Ye Zixuan was dodging, the withered flower master rushed forward, and a sword flashed out of his hand, a short sword, which stabbed out at a tricky angle.

Apparently, Master Kuhua knew that Ye Zixuan's breakthrough would bring great changes to tonight's battle, so he made another move as a housekeeping skill. When Xuan struck, it was difficult to tell where the dagger came from, and one could only feel the frosty atmosphere everywhere.

Ye Zixuan smelled the feeling of death.

That kind of breath of death is like the fear of being alone on the highway in the dark night, countless vehicles with lights on, whistling past you, you can't grasp your own life at all, maybe turning your head and turning around is enough You will be hit with blood and flesh, and you can only choose to wait for the vehicle to stop or find an opportunity to break through the gap.

Of course Ye Zixuan would not choose to wait, he rushed out without hesitation.

When he had this thought, his people had already counterattacked.

Kuhua Shitai's stab was very domineering and fast, but for him who broke through, he could still find a gap. When he threw it out, his right hand was also shot out from the sword light, as natural as a breeze, as natural as a sunset Huali, Master Kuhua's attack like a poisonous snake, suddenly fell apart in the shadow of the breeze and setting sun.

The catkins are blown in the spring breeze, and the frost is melted in the sun.

The dagger pierced Ye Zixuan's shoulder, blood flowed, and Ye Zixuan's hand pinched the throat of Mrs. Withered Flower.

The audience was stunned.

Ye Zixuan didn't care about the pain, just let go of his fingers and smiled: "Master, you lost."

The withered flower pulled out the dagger, blood was flying, she looked at Ye Zixuan and sighed: "I lost!" Compared to the monk in yellow, she had a bit of a bottom line with Xuanlong: "Actually, I can beat you in this life!" The opportunity is tonight's battle, after a few days, I will never have the chance to seek justice, but this battle, I am still willing to admit defeat."

"There is a fate in another day, please come to Jiuhua Mountain for a sit-down, withered flowers and tea."

Ye Zixuan smiled elegantly: "Thank you, Mrs. Madam."

Withered Flower Master threw away the sharp dagger, bowed slightly to Qing Wushuang, and then jumped off the ring to leave, three thousand white silk fluttering in the wind.

What, what is going on?

Looking at Ye Zixuan, who was seriously injured but still standing in the ring, and looking at the three gangs of priests who walked twice and were injured, everyone in the audience looked at this scene in disbelief. Is this battle over?But why is the result not as expected?Many people only reacted at this time. They only watched the wonderful match, but forgot the ending they were expecting:

The three gangs won a big victory, and Longgu was destroyed.

But now, Long Gu is not destroyed, but the three gangs are full of blood.

The fighting is over, but no one knows how it will end.

Ye Kuangren didn't know for a moment, should this dramatic ending be brought to an end?
At this time, the monk in yellow suddenly got up, grabbed a knife, and ran towards Ye Zixuan like a mad cow. Ye Zixuan was on the side of his body, and after grabbing the knife, he kicked him out, and when he fell to the ground When he was half kneeling, Ye Zixuan strode forward again, and swung the saber mercilessly, the saber was shining brightly, and the head of the monk in yellow instantly flew into the sky.

As the rain of blood filled the sky, Ye Zixuan's voice rolled over the audience:
"150 people, is it enough?"

The whole place was dead silent.

(End of this chapter)