Chapter 302 Falling Mountain, It's Time to Choose a New Mountain Master

【King Ming Kung Fu Ding】: Don't move King Ming, don't die rainbow body!

Full-level effect: Increases strength by 5,000 kilograms; completely ignores the attacks of opponents who are out of the gods and below; after the host defends the enemy's attack, it will counter shock half of the damage, and add poison to the opponent.

Ye Yang's eyes shone brightly.

"Boy, this is the first style. Next, it's my 16-style quicksilver attack!"

Peng Chaolin laughed wildly and slammed over again.

Fingers, claws, palms, fists, elbows, knees, legs.

Every part of the body becomes a weapon.

In an instant, a violent hurricane swept out, covering the vital points of Ye Yang's body.

Even if Peng Chaolin, as a powerhouse in the ecstasy realm, used the execution of the sixteen styles from beginning to end, it would still hurt his vitality.

Even if he wins, he will have to rest for more than a month after returning to fully recover.

But in his opinion, it was well worth it.

Ye Yang slaughtered the two elders in full view of the eyes, abolishing Peng Wanhe's dantian.

This is a huge loss of face to Luo Yanshan.

If it can't be solved properly, people from the other two mountains will talk behind their backs, saying that Luoyanshan is incompetent!

Therefore, even if Peng Chaolin was injured, he would use the most severe and cruel method to kill Ye Yang to the point of scum!

He wanted to let everyone see the tragic death of Ye Yang.

Only in this way can the previous shame be completely washed away!

Peng Chaolin let out a long sigh, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's been a long time since I used the Sixteen Execution Forms, but I didn't expect that this time I've made some progress.

Ye Yang, I really don't know whether to thank you or hate you...

"Hey... Ye Yang was actually unscathed in the storm of the sixteenth execution!"

"It's terrifying, how strong is Ye Yang's body!"

Many disciples in the arena were amazed and gasped.

Peng Chaolin's eyelids twitched, and his heart thumped.

Looking up, Ye Yang was really... unscathed!

puff--!

He covered his chest and suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood was mixed with wine red and gave off a stench.

"I... I'm poisoned?" Peng Chaolin only felt dizzy in front of him.

When did you get poisoned?

Could it be this Ye Yang's poison?

Impossible... how could it be poisoned...

"Peng Chaolin, as I said, you can't break my physical defense at all."

"Not only that, I also want to return all your attacks!"

Ye Yang sneered, striding Meteor out of the storm of the Sixteenth Execution! Step by step, he walked towards Peng Chaolin.

Every time he took a step, Peng Chaolin felt as if a giant hammer slammed into his chest.

At the beginning, it was only 5,000 kilograms and 10,000 kilograms.

In the end, it was as thick as a hill, as if it had the power of 10,000 knives!

"Bam—!"

Ye Yang took the ninth step, Peng Chaolin couldn't bear it any longer, his strong body seemed to be bombarded by invisible force.

The whole figure flew out directly under the eyes of the public.

In mid-air, his chest sank directly!

Ribs are broken, rib cage collapses, hemorrhages inside!

"die!"

Ye Yang stepped on it suddenly.

It was as if an indescribable and invisible force erupted.

Peng Chaolin's eyes were like goldfish, and he shouted with all his strength, "I'm not reconciled..."

Then the meridians all over the body burst and died!

The whole place was silent! !

A burst of inner strength spread out, and was frantically plundered by the cauldron suction technique.

"Luojiaoshan, it's time to choose a new mountain master."

Ye Yang felt the influx of countless internal energy, and a faint smile appeared on his face.