Chapter 337 The Paper Tiger Beside the Third Prince!
"Ha." Ye Zhuixun twitched his lips mockingly, without even moving his feet: "The roar of a mad lion!"
Buzz!
A layer of white light instantly covered his fist.
He shouted loudly and punched out - the white light in his fist made the air distort, and quickly shot a trajectory in the air...
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The white light rotates at high speed, generating a strong repulsive force, pushing away the black mist in the air...
"What? What's going on! Why is the poisonous mist being pushed away and unable to get close to that little bastard?" The third young master looked ferocious and shouted crazily: "Poisonous dragon! Swallow it!"
As if he was at the end of his rope, he yelled crazily and fiercely drew his sword: "True Dragon Judgment!"
Whoosh!
The long black sword, like a swimming dragon, struck directly at Ye Zhui.
"The roar of a wild lion!" Ye Zhuixun smiled coldly and punched again.
The fist wrapped in white light instantly reached the Poison Dragon Sword!
"Oh my God!"
"Is Ye Zhuixun crazy? How dare you use your fist to block the third-level spiritual weapon Poison Dragon Sword?"
"Using flesh and blood to block a poisonous spiritual weapon? Is he looking for death? Or is he crazy?"
Everyone exclaimed in disbelief, and opened their eyes in fear. They felt that the next moment they would see Ye Zhuixun's bloody and bloody scene...
However--
boom!
After the fist mixed with white light collided with the black sword, instead of splattering any blood, it made a harsh squeaking sound...
"what happened?"
"White light...that's the white light!"
"What is that white light?"
Lou Xiaoxiao looked envious, remembering the scene when he saw Ye Zhuixun take action for the first time during the county competition.
"Ye Zhuixun's wind fist intention is so powerful! It's so enviable!"
Lou Qianxue was also quite satisfied: "He is stronger now than before! Not only was the Gale Wind Fist Intention perfectly compressed by him, but even the rotation speed was much faster... The repulsion and cutting force formed at the same time were also much stronger. Well, it looks like this..." Lou Qianxue paused slightly: "Maybe... it's not necessarily that his wind fist can crush and shatter third-level spiritual weapons..."
Lou Qianxue just finished speaking.
Click!
Click!
The crisp cracking sound could be heard endlessly.
"Oh my God!" Everyone opened their eyes in shock.
"How can it be?"
"Ye Zhuixun actually destroyed the Poison Dragon Sword with his bare hands?"
"Isn't this too exaggerated?"
Everyone yelled wildly in disbelief, and without blinking, they watched Ye Zhuixun's fist move forward inch by inch, crushing the Poison Dragon Sword into powder with absolute strength...
Just like a dream!
The Third Young Master was crazy and desperate, shouting loudly: "No...how is it possible! How could there be such powerful ants! Impossible! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!!!"
He murmured to himself——
boom!
The fist that crushed the poisonous dragon sword hit him instantly.
puff--
The Third Young Master spat out another mouthful of blood, and his chest was bloody and bloody...
next moment.
He was blown away by the powerful repulsion, spinning twice in the air, and fainted before he even had time to scream...
"Oh my god... this Ye Zhui Xu is too scary!"
"How can he be so powerful?"
Everyone's hearts were surging, and they looked at Ye Zhuxun and Ye Zhunzhen in shock and confusion.
How could one person's fist be so strong?
At this moment——
"Eh? Isn't this the paper tiger next to the third prince?"
A strange and arrogant voice, with a hint of joking, suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.
The next moment!
Whoosh!
The third young master was kicked back to the martial arts competition stage before he even hit the ground...