Chapter 1115: One Punch Defeat

Those onlookers, of course, also had complicated emotions.

They are either regretful, sighing, sympathetic, or cold-eyed.

Sometimes it is a good thing to be a human being with backbone, but you must also recognize the situation.

It was too late and then too fast, Han Ruisong didn't want to procrastinate, so he killed him with a single slap.

The Changhong shines through the sun, shining thousands of times, and under the pressure of the momentum, the young man's figure looks very small.

Facing the huge killing intent and offensive, Xiao Yu took a step lightly, raised his eyelids lightly, and said: "You don't even know who you are facing..."

"boom!"

The purple air suddenly soared into the sky, and the purple unicorn lingered on Xiao Yu's arm, and his punch suddenly went out.

That punch was full of overwhelming power, majestic physical strength, and swept over with a huge aura of incomparable ferocity. Han Ruisong seemed to be facing a beast from the prehistoric, and even his soul was a little bit trembling.

"What!?"

It was impossible for Han Ruisong to be so calm anymore, because after his supernatural palm touched the purple light, it suddenly disappeared.

Countless purple air currents, accompanied by the young man's forward momentum, are like three thousand galaxies descending, ruthlessly enveloping the past.

Han Ruisong's face suddenly changed, and he eliminated several feet one after another.

The radiance was overwhelming, and the terrifying vigor immediately shattered the roof of the entire hall.

But who knew, Xiao Yu's fist, like a dragon coming out of the sea, seemed to break through the ground, peeling away layers of brilliance, and it was constantly magnifying before Han Ruisong's eyes.

"boom!"

Xiao Yu's arm pierced through the light layer and landed hard on Han Ruisong's chest.

Rao Han Ruisong had a small perfect cultivation base of Jindan Realm, but he was blown away, and he retreated abruptly.

But his retreating speed couldn't keep up with the opponent's Ziguang fist at all.

"not good!"

Han Ruisong's pupils shrank, and he put his hands on his chest suddenly, and displayed a defensive supernatural power, which turned into an eight-layer mask.

"Boom boom boom!"

But who knew, Xiao Yu's fist hit Huanglong like a bamboo, and Han Ruisong let out a scream, and was immediately sent flying over, even breaking the walls of the hall.

"What!?"

All of a sudden, everyone in the hall watched this scene in disbelief.

That dumbfounded expression seemed to have seen something terrifying.

Han Xinhui's face suddenly turned pale. The patriarch he trusted was blown away by this boy with one punch?

Zhong Yun's old face twitched, staring at the young man's back.

Who is this son!

He asked himself that it was absolutely impossible for him to fight Han Ruisong at the small perfect state of Jindan, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be so relaxed.

But the boy's body skills are too terrifying, right?

The disciples of the Gangmao Sect who hadn't left yet turned pale.

They are famous for practicing horizontally, but now it seems that in front of this young man, it is like a child's play.

No wonder their Great Elder was defeated on the spot, without any power to fight back.

Zhong Xiajie's face was gloomy, he seemed to have misjudged this boy again in his heart.

The whole audience, especially those who still seemed to want to make an idea of ​​the Xinglan Mine, couldn't help trembling all over.

They are now thankful, thankful that they didn't do anything that night.

From this point of view, Geng Ming's death is not wronged!

The floor, walls, and broken roof of the main hall were almost like ruins. The dust dissipated, revealing the tall and straight figure of the young man.

"I don't know Patriarch Han, am I qualified to raise the conditions now?"