Medical Martial God

"Yes, they all died in my hands! Why? You want revenge on them?"

Ye Xuan's arrogant and indifferent voice fell into the ears of Leng Aotian and Song Aoyang, making them look extremely cold and ugly.

The geniuses they have seen are not a few. Even the sons of big families treat them with respect and respect. Where can anyone dare to speak to them like Ye Xuan?

It can be said that guys like Ye Xuan who dare to be so arrogant in front of them are the only Ye Xuan they see today.

Right now, Leng Aotian's gaze was a cold, his gaze was looking directly at Ye Xuan, his eyes were surging, and cold words came from his mouth: "There is a kind, crazy enough! However, you have not been arrogant in front of Ben Shao. Qualifications!"

"Boom!"

At the moment when Leng Aotian's words fell, his whole body of suffocation erupted as if a mad lion rushed towards Ye Xuan with lightning. The cold air on his palm surrounded the cold jade to build, carrying a powerful force and slamming on Ye Xuan's chest. go with.

Han Yushou!

Leng Aotian's palm has not yet arrived, and the terrible palm wind is struck with a strong chill, making people involuntarily hit a slap, as if falling into an ice cellar.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan frowned, and his eyes flashed coldly. He was about to take action, but Li Chunyang stepped forward to stop Ye Xuan. With a vigorous voice in his mouth, he said, "You just don't deserve it. Young Xuan himself! "

At the moment Li Chunyang's words fell, the scorching pure Yangyang gas burst out of his body like a burning fire, condensing into a delicate armor on his body, making him seem to be a flame war god.

At the moment when Leng Aotian smashed a punch, Li Chunyang's eyes were burning with intense combat intention, and at this moment, the pure yang qi in his body was poured into his fist as much as possible, making his fist as if it were a fire dragon, violently facing Leng Ao Slap the palm of the sky.

The third martial art of Pure Yang Qi Qi: Fire Dragon!

"Boom!"

The next moment, a dull collision sounded, but it was Li Chunyang's fist and Leng Aotian's Han Yu's hand collided together. The surging force burst out suddenly, and the terrible force was like an invisible fire wave centering on them both in all directions. Vertical and horizontal diffusion ...

"Pedal ..."

Both Li Chunyang and Leng Aotian were shocked by the powerful anti-seismic force, and they took a few steps back to stabilize their bodies.

Li Chunyang only felt that his whole body was boiling, and a thick layer of ice had condensed on his fist. There was a burst of cold on his head, as if it had just been removed from the ice pool, and his arm was shaking gently. With.

Obviously, with his strength to talk to a strong person like Leng Aotian, it still suffers a little, after all, he is completely lower than Leng Aotian's three small realms.

However, Leng Aotian was also not very comfortable. Although his response and performance were not as obvious as that of Li Chunyang, the palms and arms he just took seemed to be scorched by fire, with traces of being burned by flames.

"Oh!"

Looking at his arm burned by flames, Leng Aotian's complexion was extremely ugly. Obviously, Li Chunyang did not have such a weak combat force.

His arm trembled sharply, and the cold air wrapped his arm around him quickly and slowly so that the traces of burning flames gradually disappeared.

He looked up and stared at Li Chunyang coldly, with a strong killing voice in his mouth, "You're looking for death!"

As Leng Aotian's words fell, a stronger momentum erupted from his body. His eyes flashed fiercely, killing his mind, and he rushed towards Li Chunyang at a faster speed, trying to kill Li Chunyang by shock.

Looking at the Leng Aotian that rushed again, Li Chunyang's complexion was cold, and there was a hint of dignity in his eyes. He was trying to do it again but was stopped by Ye Xuan: "Leave it to me!"

At the moment Ye Xuan's words fell, the magic in his eyes surged, his body armor emerged, and thunder and lightning surged all over his body, and he immediately entered the state of magic and thunder.

"Boom!"

When Leng Aotian slaps his palms covered with ice, he thunders at the feet of Ye Xuan. The whole person turns into a fierce thunderbird, surrounded by countless thunder and lightning, and rushes out to Leng Aotian, his fists Also smashed!

Stormy Frozen Tips: Frozen Palm!

Thousand Birds Thunder: Thunder Flame Boxing!

"Boom!"

The next moment, the dreary collision sounded loudly, but Ye Xuan's fist collided with Leng Aotian's frozen hands.

The terrible thunder and lightning fluttered around Ye Xuan like a wild snake, making him even more imposing.

The cold bitter cold energy turned into a burst of cold air that kept spreading out of Leng Aotian's body.

This is the duel between Thunder and Bing!

"Aren't you trying to get revenge on your people? Is it just that?"

Resisting Leng Aotian's attack, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with a cold light, his gaze stared at Leng Aotian, and said coldly.

While Ye Xuan was talking, the other palm of his hand was clenched into a fist at this moment, as if a round of golden sun was carrying a devastating force and slammed into Leng Aotian.

The first martial art of yin and yang power: burn the sun!

"boom!"

Leng Aotian looked ugly and did not mean to dodge. The other hand was instantly covered by ice, carrying violent power and smashing into Ye Xuan's fist without fear, colliding with his fist and knocking Ye Xuan's attack was resisted.

"That's what you do!"

Blocking Ye Xuan's attack, Leng Aotian said coldly.

"Really? Could you please look up?"

After hearing that, the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth rose slightly, and a cold voice came out of his mouth.

The third martial art of Yangshen Baju: Funeral Soul!

"Boom!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Leng Aotian's complexion changed, and a thick crisis permeated his heart, making him subconsciously raise his head to look at the sky.

Under his ugly gaze, a huge palm with the power of a broken mountain appeared to him as if the Lord Buddha had suppressed Qi Tianda Sun Wukong.

"Damn!"

Leng Aotian screamed in his mouth, his feet violently struggling, and he was about to retreat, but Ye Xuan smiled coldly, his feet slammed suddenly, and the black magic gas burst out of the ground without warning. Lian Aotian's legs were wrapped around by black vines or poisonous snakes, making him unable to move at all.

"Enjoy it!"

Ye Xuan smiled coldly, her feet violently pushed back, and her shape receded to the rear to distance Leng Aotian.

"Brother Aotian, be careful!"

Seeing this scene, the side of Leng Qingguo could not help but change his face, and quickly yelled.

"boom!"

When Ye Xuan just launched the repressed palm range, the palm that was condensed by his majestic soul power and the yin-yang qi was slammed into Leng Aotian.

The loud explosion sounded loudly at this moment.

"Click ..."

Under the shocking gaze of the people around, the hard ground was broken and sunken because of the unbearable force of palm suppression, and a hand-thickness of cracks emerged, setting off the dust of the sky.

Energetic, the dust is flying!

Everyone's eyes were staring blankly at the diffuse dust. A thick shock appeared on their faces, and their mouths were filled with horrified and terrified words: "It's a terrible sudden attack, he died in Leng Aotian. Are you there? "

"That Ye Xuan has such a strong strength and deep calculations. It is no wonder that Leng Tianlong will plant it in his hands."

"That Leng Aotian has endured such a blow from Ye Xuan stiffly. I don't know how it ends now."

"In my opinion, even the undead have to be seriously injured!"

The martial arts that Ye Xuan just exhibited really opened the eyes of many people at the scene and convinced them.

Even the ghost sword Haotian, the cold country, Song Jiaoyang, and Yun Feiyang looked extremely ugly at this moment, staring at the dust everywhere.

"Brother Sun, Brother Aotian will he be fine?"

The cold dumped country couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Rest assured, although this boy's attack power is extremely powerful, he can't hurt Aotian!"

Song Jiaoyang answered lightly.

"Rusty ..."

Song Jiaoyang's words have just come to an end, and a gust of wind quietly swept across the square to blow away the diffused dust, revealing the scene of the dust center.

I saw a handprint with a size of five meters and a depth of two meters appearing in the center of the square. Leng Aotian, who had originally suffered Ye Xuan's attack, came out of the fingerprint pit slowly and unhurtly ...

He wore a long hair, and he didn't know when there was an additional radon armor condensed by the ice and sorrow. There was a noble and cold momentum on his body, and he held a silver sword as if walking out of hell. The ice-fighting war **** is so imposing, more powerful, and makes people involuntarily take a nap, looking at his eyes full of unshaken shock and worship.

This guy endured Ye Xuan's blow stiffly and ended up innocent?

"It is indeed the first person in Leng's family, and it has not been hurt in such a fierce attack!"

"This guy's strength is too horrible, right? Ye Xuan's martial arts have just been exhibited, even if it is Samsung Warrior, he must be photographed as flesh, he is intact!"

"This is Leng Aotian's strength?"

"At the moment, Leng Aotian is not only not injured, but stronger!"

Looking at this imposing Leng Aotian, the people around him were shocked, and the wrong words in the mouth were heard.

Many of the women at the scene were surrounded by Leng Aotian's powerful strength and regarded him as the male **** in his heart.

"It's okay? Is it fake?

Even Fang Wuzhen couldn't help but utter a trance at this moment.

However, Ye Xuan, the crazy monster Lin Feng and Li Chunyang did not have any fluctuations in their looks, and the eyes of Leng Aotian were full of indifference.

"Ye Xuan, is this your strongest attack? If so, then you are too disappointed with Ben Shao!"

Leng Aotian pulled out the silver sword in his hand, pointed at Ye Xuan, and indifferent words came from his mouth.

The whole of him is extremely powerful, handsome and cool!

"Don't pretend, it's just handsome for three seconds!"

Ye Xuan gave a cold glance at Leng Aotian and said lightly.

"What did you say?" Leng Aotian was startled in his heart, his face was cold, and his eyes were ashamed.

"three!"

Ye Xuan didn't bother Leng Aotian, but counted leisurely and calmly.

"two!"

"Hello ... Is there something wrong with Ye Xuan's mind, so he counts at this time?"

"Who knows, I don't know what medicine he sells!"

Looking at Ye Xuan, who counted herself and counted, and looked at the mighty Leng Aotian, the people around her could not help but shake their heads and couldn't help vomiting.

Just now they thought Ye Xuan was still a little handsome, but now compared with Leng Aotian, it's almost a stark difference.

And this guy is extremely extreme, and said that he is handsome but not handsome for three seconds!

"One! Spit!"

When Ye Xuan counted to one, the scene that surprised the people around it happened suddenly at this moment.

"Wow……"

Originally aggressive Leng Aotian's complexion was suddenly white, his body trembled, and he vomited blood in a big mouth with a "wow" ...

Not only that, Leng Aotian's original mighty strength quickly became weak at this moment, making the people around him look confused and aggressive.

Nima, what exactly is going on here?