Chapter 650 650 He Vomited Blood While Flying

If she revealed her true strength from the beginning, Dai Songling was prepared, and it would not be easy for her to beat him. But now, deliberately suppressing the strength and giving him two palms, shocking his internal organs, and trying to defeat him, it is not that difficult.

"What a sly boy, how dare you to plot against this old man!" Dai Songling has been famous for many years, how could he not understand Mu Hanyan's intentions, his whole body was trembling with anger.

He was originally a first-rank swordsman, but his energy was not functioning properly due to his internal injuries, so he couldn't exert his strongest strength at all, and it was really difficult to block Mu Hanyan's palm.

Seeing that Mu Hanyan's palm was moving like thunder and clouds, Dai Songling didn't dare to care anymore, and slapped it out.

"You don't want to be ashamed, old guy, didn't you agree to let the three palms, why did you fight back?"

"It's a shame that you're still the Mo family's steward, so what you said is a fart?"

"He was just farting, he just let it go once, it smells bad." Seeing that Dai Songling was not trustworthy, he started to fight back before he passed three palms.

Dai Songling's face was ashen, as if he didn't hear it, this palm was even more merciless.

So what if you don't trust credit, it's better than getting hurt in Mu Hanyan's hands, right?

When this palm was shot, it was like a thunderous fall, and the dull and depressing breath spread out, as if invisible mountains were pressing on the top of everyone's heads.

Sword master, it turns out that this guy is really not cheating on his reputation, he is really a master of the sword master realm.

Seeing this palm, everyone finally believed in Dai Songling's true strength. Looking at Mu Hanyan's eyes, there was also a bit of worry, although from the performance just now, Mu Hanyan's real strength should be much stronger than it appeared on the surface, otherwise it would be impossible to smash Dai Songling into a stink. But no matter how strong it is, it should not be stronger than the sword master, so how can he receive Dai Songling's full-strength palm.

"Hanyan, Brother Hanyan, be careful!" Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun didn't expect Dai Songling to be so shameless, their hearts were in their throats, and they couldn't help shouting loudly.

However, the two are facing each other head-on, not a sneak attack from behind. Absolute strength determines everything, and it's useless to be careful.

Seeing the two getting closer and closer, and Dai Songling's powerful palm, everyone's heart sank. After this palm, even if Mu Hanyan didn't die, he probably only had half his life left.

At this moment, a golden light pattern suddenly appeared, like the scorching sun at noon, almost stabbed people to open their eyes.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the air was soaring, and the two finally slapped each other recklessly.

Under the turbulent airflow, the old inn building collapsed suddenly, and a piece of dust rose up like a thick fog.

A figure flew out of it like a broken kite.

Looking at the figure, everyone was stunned.

It wasn't Mu Hanyan who flew out, it was Dai Songling!

How is this possible, Dai Songling is a real swordsman, how could it be slapped by Mu Hanyan. And while flying, the blood spurted wildly, apparently seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, everyone even forgot to applaud, and the courtyard was dead silent.

"Boom!" There was another muffled sound. Dai Songling knocked a big hole in the courtyard wall, and a lot of bricks fell down. Dai Songling was about to stand up, but just halfway up, he was smashed by bricks. Dizzy, he fell to the ground again.