Seven Hundred and Twenty-Eight. I Also Like to Pinch Soft Persimmons

That figure suddenly appeared in front of Yan Zhaoge himself, but it was a young man dressed in red. "

The man in red was also surrounded by boundless flames, his palms were like knives, like the wings of a fire phoenix, he slashed at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge blinked, the other party was a Martial Saint Triple Stage, a martial artist in the late stage of Conjunctive Synthesis, he looked young on the outside, but he was actually a seasoned master.

In the previous battle between Wang Hui and Bai Ziming, and the fight between Wang Hui and Bei Ming's avatar, he wanted to help, but his strength was a little weak.

But now Wang Hui drove the golden inkstone to block Bai Ziming and the two, and he faced the Beiming clone again, but this man attacked Yan Zhaoge himself!

"Capture him and force him to drive his avatar who has seen the level of a martial saint to help, and I will have a chance to escape!"

There is no need for careful communication, the two sisters and brothers Wang Hui have already made up their minds.

It seemed insignificant before, but Yan Zhaoge, who was at the first level of Martial Saint, suddenly became very popular in the eyes of Wang Hui and Wang Hui.

It seems to be the key to solve the predicament in front of you.

Yan Zhaoge couldn't help laughing at the opponent who was slashing at him with a knife, the actual target covering all directions and cutting off all his escape routes.

He didn't dodge and lose his mind as the other party expected, but stepped forward facing the flaming saber light.

The man in red was slightly taken aback, he couldn't figure out why a martial artist at the first level of martial sage, who was in the early stages of conjunctiveness, would dare to make such a move.

Its behavior looks no different from sending it to death, as if it is actively throwing itself at the flame blade.

Yan Zhaoge raised his palm, flipped it over, and slapped it down on the opponent's head.

One palm everywhere, as if the sky is falling!

The blades of flames that originally covered Yan Zhaoge's upper and lower sides were all twisted and rolled back at this moment.

A scene appeared in front of the man in red. The sky above his head seemed to be collapsing, and he wanted to smash his head down.

He was shocked, he didn't dare to have the thought of capturing Yan Zhaoge alive, and he urged his own saber skills with all his strength.

The fire phoenix spread its wings, and the fiery flames in the sky turned into infinite blades, cutting towards Yan Zhaoge with the force of a prairie fire.

He found that the opponent in front of him was by no means simple!

I and Wang Hui's previous thoughts were completely wrong.

Yan Zhaoge was not the small Xiami he imagined he could grab with his hands, but the enemy of life and death!

All he wanted now was to kill Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge turned a blind eye to the opponent's movements, and just took a palm shot!

In the eyes of others, it is just as if the sky is collapsing.

But the man in red who was facing Yan Zhaoge was terrified. Not only did the sky collapse before his eyes, but the whole world even turned upside down at this moment!

The world is turned upside down, and the universe changes positions!

The sky is full of fire, in this earth-shaking and terrifying catastrophe, like a fragile candle in the wind, it is easily extinguished.

The man in red let out a long roar, and as the raging fire rolled, it turned into a crimson phoenix and retreated!

The flames shuttled between the sky and the earth, trying to escape from the catastrophe before them.

But Yan Zhaoge smiled, raised his other hand, and clapped his hands down together!

Not only in the consciousness of the man in red, but also in the real void, the entire area collapsed and rolled by Yan Zhaoge!

The man in red couldn't dodge it, he could only give a cry, and put his hands up, hastily catching the palms that Yan Zhaoge knocked down.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the man in red trembled violently, his bones crackled, as if he was going to be shot directly into the ground by Yan Zhaoge.

"Such a great power?! Is this a Martial Saint in the early stages of conjunctiveness?" The man in red was dumbfounded: "Just comparing strength, the stage of seeing the gods is no more than that?"

Amidst the muffled groan of the man in red, a purple light also appeared on his body.

Ziguang went everywhere, supporting Yan Zhaoge's pressed palm, saving the man in red from being beaten to pieces.

Seeing the purple light of merit emerging from the man in red, Yan Zhaoge smiled nonchalantly: "Have you mastered Yin De Bai Qi?"

Under the urging of the Flick of the Thunder method, Yan Zhaoge slapped one palm after another, the terrifying palm force was like a series of thunderbolts, without any pause, continuous urging!

The earth-shattering terrifying power constantly reversed and stirred the purple light of fortune of the man in red.

After this epoch-making,

Ding Ding determined the principles of the universe, and the artistic conception of the terrifying power of Liangyi's true meaning, under the continuous reverse bombardment, even the purple light of blessing that was not stained with killing robbery began to shatter!

Under the terrified eyes of the man in red, Yan Zhaoge forcibly broke his protective purple light!

The domineering and majestic force invaded his body, causing the bones and blood vessels of his whole body to shake and shatter!

But what shocked him even more was that under the palm of Yan Zhaoge's terrifying Fan Tianyin, all the fiery qi in his body turned into yin and cold, freezing his soul to the core.

"You..." The man in red opened his mouth wide, before finishing his sentence, he was no longer able to resist Yan Zhaoge's falling palm.

Yan Zhaoge slapped the palm of Zhe Tianju's giant hand, and directly beat the man in red until his head burst and he died.

"Stop!" Wang Hui didn't expect it, and was about to call the golden inkstone to save her, but was stopped by Bai Ziming and the other two.

She herself was even more defeated by Beiming's clone, and directly let Beiming's clone shoot through her shoulder blade.

Yan Zhaoge smiled faintly: "I'm sorry, the martial art practiced by Yan is relatively violent, so it's not easy to hold back, so it's no wonder I offend you."

Wang Hui gritted her teeth and stared at Yan Zhaoge: "You...you actually..."

Yan Zhaoge clapped his hands indifferently: "Respecting the master is true in the south, but it doesn't mean that you have the ability to respect the master, and it doesn't mean that Yan will be arrested when facing you, and let you slaughter him .”

"You guys want to pick soft persimmons, that's okay." Yan Zhaoge chuckled, "I also like to squeeze soft persimmons."

Wang Hui's eyes darkened, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Both Bai Ziming and Bai Ziming looked at Yan Zhaoge in shock.

Although everyone heard that Yan Zhaoge's strength was incalculable, it was far from being comparable to other warriors of the same realm.

But watching Yan Zhaoge, who was at the first level of martial arts, kill an opponent at the third level of martial arts with a single palm, the impact made both Bai Ziming and Bai Ziming feel a chill down their spines.

In particular, the man in red is actually not weak. On the contrary, as the supreme disciple of the south, he is extremely powerful among warriors of the same realm!

But facing Yan Zhaoge, they were defeated without any suspense.

"It's not that he's too weak, it's that this Yan Zhaoge is too strong..." Bai Ziming gasped: "Wait, I seem to have seen this palm gesture somewhere before, but it's not as grand and domineering as his, which makes people feel a little bit more An overwhelming feeling..."

Wang Hui wanted to fight for her life, but suddenly a powerful aura came from the distance, shaking the sky and the earth.

The clouds and mist broke, and the nine-day wind swept across, and a giant Shenzhou ship appeared in everyone's sight, it was Chengfeng Tianzhou.

Zheng Ming stood in the boat riding the wind, his expression not very good-looking.

Yan Zhaoge and Bai Ziming took a look at him, and they knew that the sixth level martial sage he was following, a strong man in the late stage of seeing gods, had probably escaped.

Seeing Wang Hui, Zheng Ming breathed a sigh of relief. (To be continued.) 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy