Chapter 979
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Xue Jianing's coat cracked many cracks because it was attacked by the purple-black whirlwind just now.
Vaguely visible, the skin under the clothes was cut with fine scars.
Enough to see the damage of the whirlwind.
At this time, Xue Jianing was gasping for breath because of exhaustion, but her eyes were full of excitement.
Hearing Leng Rakshasa's question, she lifted her fair neck and proudly said, "This is the original creation of my master [Yewu Zhendian·Dark Night Meteor Palm]!"
Xue Jianing turned to look at Ye Hong on the sofa with a look of admiration.
Master, you see it, I did it!
I hurt Leng Rakshasa with the true manual of Yewu you taught me!
Ye Hong didn't know when to grab Su Sheng's coffee and was sipping his coffee leisurely.
Seeing that scene on the field, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he quietly gave a thumbs up to Xue Jianing.
As the ancient martial arts he learned became more and more complicated, the supplement to Yewu Zhenshu became more and more solid.
Like the Night Meteor Palm created by Xue Jianing just now, it is a brand-new palm method created by Ye Hong combining the advantages of Xue Style Taijiquan and Baguazhang.
This palm technique is fast and violent, like a meteor piercing the night sky, and it is difficult for ordinary people to react.
Su Sheng also sat next to Ye Hong at some point, looking at the coffee stolen by Ye Hong with a sad face.
When he saw Ye Hong and Xue Jianing's "eyebrows", he couldn't help but say quietly: "You master and apprentice... there is something tricky."
"puff--"
This time, it was Ye Hong who couldn't help but spit the coffee out of his mouth.
Coincidentally, it happened to be sprayed on Su Sheng.
"you!......"
Su Sheng, who was like a chicken in soup, was so angry that he almost smashed the melon seeds in his hand at Ye Hong.
The two people outside the arena are playing a small theater, and the two main characters in the arena are facing each other again at this time.
"If you didn't pay attention, it actually made you a little cheap.
Next, I will let you taste the horror of ancient martial artists! "
The extremely angry Leng Rakshasa finally decided to use all his strength.
She took off the iron fan hanging from her waist and suddenly opened it completely.
The fully opened iron fan took up almost half of Leng Raksha's body.
On the fan surface, some strange ancient texts and patterns are engraved, which looks extremely mysterious.
The treasure of the iron fan door - [Fengmo Shadowless Fan].
This fan accompanied the ups and downs of the ancient sect of Iron Fan Gate, and finally passed to the head of this generation, Leng Luosha.
"True Secret of Iron Fan: Shadowless Wind Demon!"
Leng Luosha held the fan in both hands and waved it hard!
Quiet.
Inside the hall, there was an eerie silence.
Leng Luosha's imposing wave, but nothing appeared, not even the purple-black whirlwind just now.
But Ye Hong's eyes suddenly froze!
Xue Jianing frowned slightly, her attention still focused on Leng Rakshasa, as if she thought she had another move.
However, at this moment, Xue Jianing suddenly let out a scream!
As if encountering an invisible attack, Xue Jianing's entire body was blown into the air!
The invisible wind blades passed through her body, causing several wounds to her.
And when she landed before she could stand still, the invisible attack came in another direction.
Xue Jianing was constantly being cut by the invisible wind blade, and the wounds on her body became more and more.
But no matter how concentrated she was, she couldn't see the path of the strange wind blade!
"Hahaha, little girl, see how powerful I am Leng Rakshasa?!"
The gust of wind came, but it was invisible.
Fengmo Wuying Fan, it turns out Wuying means this.
Seeing Xue Jianing who kept screaming, Ye Hong's hand tightened while holding the coffee cup.