Chapter 371 372. Hu Yanzhen: I Will Never Admit that Yang Ming Is so Powerful

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Hu Yanzhen was unwilling to accept such a fact, but the cruel reality was in front of him, forcing him to accept it.

He, a majestic eighty-six-level Contra, can't do anything against a mere forty-three-level Soul Sect!

Just when Hu Yanzhen was in a daze, a blood-colored light pierced people's eyes amidst the smog of dust on the battlefield. Immediately afterwards, the smog of dust formed by the aftermath of the battle just now split in half and moved towards the two sides. Separated from the side, Yang Ming stepped on delicate steps, and under the premise of opening the eight-door dungeon, he performed the Navy's six-style shaving, and his speed reached a new level on the premise of breaking through the speed of sound!

quick!

Incredibly fast!

Before Hu Yanzhen could react, he saw a black shadow rushing toward his face.

What a Hu Yanzhen!

He is also worthy of being a veteran powerhouse, he is unruffled in the face of danger, his muscles tense subconsciously, revealing tight lines, the soul rings inlaid on his body light up one by one, and there is a layer of oil-like cuticle on the surface of his skin cover.

Holding the mysterious sword in his hand, Yang Ming casts the Qinglian Sword Jue. With successive superimposed sword qi, the edge of the sword trembles slightly. When the sword qi that can easily tear through steel touches the surface of Huyan Zhen's body, he encounters unprecedented resistance.

At this moment, Yang Ming is like a child holding a small knife, trying to pierce the tough cowhide, which is ridiculous.

The Elephant Armor Sect inherits the Martial Soul Diamond Mammoth, and its defensive power really lives up to its reputation!

This idea flashed in Yang Ming's mind, and he had expected it, so he would not show a disappointed expression.

Because, after he slashed with the sword, Zhu Rong body behind him also slashed with the sword!

The length of the 40-meter Taidao is as high as dozens of floors. The thick flame curled up on the blade is carrying a billowing heat wave.

Hu Yanzhen's complexion changed slightly. He had seen the power of this knife just now, so he didn't dare to face it head-on.

At that moment, Hu Yanzhen wanted to get away and leave.

"Sect Master Huyan, you come as soon as you say you want, and you leave as soon as you say you want, isn't it too disrespectful to me?"

With a smile on his face, Yang Ming straddled Hu Yanzhen's retreating path, and used the Qinglian Sword Technique again and again without any time to spare. Under the attack speed of the eight-door Dunjia and the opening of the six doors, as well as the blessing of the mysterious sword itself, Yang Ming drew the sword in one second. The speed was extremely fierce, one sword was faster than one sword, and one sword was far more dangerous than one sword, and heavy sword shadows shrouded Hu Yanzhen's body.

Even though Hu Yanzhen's defensive power is extremely good, the clothes and pants on his body can't be very defensive, right?

Under Yang Ming's deliberate provocation, holes appeared in Hu Yanzhen's clothes and trousers, and after a while he became a beggar's outfit, as embarrassing as he could be.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory, human needs are divided into five needs from low to high: physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, esteem needs and self-actualization needs.

As the majestic head of the Elephant Armor Sect, Tianxiang Huyanzhen has long been separated from low-level needs, which is commonly known as saving face.

In front of so many people in front of a large audience, he was almost run over by Yang Ming, which made Hu Yanzhen's originally dark face flushed with anger.

"Brat!"

Hu Yanzhen's copper-bell-sized pupils opened angrily, containing thunderous anger, changed his previous thoughts, and shouted angrily:

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!"

Seeing that Hu Yanzhen was going to make a big move, Yang Ming stepped on the ground with small steps, used the navy six-style shave, and immediately dodged.

joke!

Don't look at Yang Ming being able to compete with high-level soul masters after using the eight-door dungeon armor. It is only up to the standard in attack power, and the defense power is far from up to the standard. If Yang Ming is hit by Hu Yanzhen's attack, he will be disabled , he is not stupid!

Taizu has a good saying, when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue.

This kind of trick that is almost foolish is most suitable for soul masters who are good at speed to drop the kite.

Seeing Yang Ming pull out the hang... oh no, he ran away after teasing someone, Hu Yanzhen was like a young man who was so horny after being teased by a scumbag that he had nowhere to vent, he was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

However, feeling the heat wave coming from behind, Hu Yanzhen's face changed in shock, he didn't have time to think about catching up with this guy Yang Ming, he rolled on the ground in embarrassment, rolled four or five meters away, and avoided Zhu Rong's body dangerously attack.

"Chila!"

The 40-meter Tai Dao was very heavy, and as soon as the tip of the knife touched the hard bluestone floor, it cut in easily like a hot knife cutting butter. Twenty-meter-long cracks were left on the ground.

Wherever it passed, there were flames attached to the ground, and the temperature was astonishing. The surrounding temperature rose sharply, making people feel like they were in a sauna room, sweating profusely in no time.

Hu Yanzhen's waist and abdomen were strong, and he straightened up with a carp, and stood on the ground again.

Looking at the scratches left by Zhu Rong's body on the ground, even though the opponent's attack speed was slow and slow, the destructive power of this attack was quite impressive, even Hu Yanzhen was secretly shocked.

"Amazing lethality!"

"If I was hit straight just now, even if I can block it with defensive soul skills, I'm afraid it will consume a huge amount of soul power, and it will be difficult for me to continue fighting!"

Hu Yanzhen glanced at Zhu Rong's body, saw it raised the 40-meter Taidao again, and made a gesture of slashing at him again, broke out in a cold sweat, raised his legs and walked away.

"Sect Master Huyan, where are you going?"

Unexpectedly, before Hu Yanzhen's idea could be realized, Yang Ming posted it like brown sugar.

As if to repeat the previous routine again, Yang Ming relied on supersonic speed to bully people, and swayed countless sword qi in his hands. Although these sword qi could not help Hu Yanzhen at all, even his skin could not be broken, but they could hinder him. The speed at which he left.

Hu Yanzhen was originally not good at speed. Now that he was hindered by Yang Mingyi, his speed was even slower than a snail. Once the battle rhythm was mastered by Yang Ming, he would keep repeating what happened just now.

As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. No matter how strong Hu Yanzhen's defense is, under Yang Ming's bluffing strategy, he will eventually fall into passive defense, and it is easy to have loopholes.

"Well done!"

A gleam of light flashed in Hu Yanzhen's copper bell-sized eyes, instead of anger, he was happy, and the elephant's legs, which had become extremely thick after being possessed by the Martial Soul Diamond Mammoth, lifted up and trampled down on the bluestone floor that was already covered with cracks.

At the same time, the purple soul ring inlaid on Hu Yanzhen's body released a strange light.

"Soul skills! War tramples!"

This is an amazing soul skill that combines attack and control!

The giant elephant's leg fell suddenly, and with it as the center, cracks spread out in circles one after another, and the astonishing fluctuations of soul power fluctuated on the ground.