The Tsing Yi scribe flew out injured.
He is extremely fast, like a demon.
In just an instant, he climbed over the city wall and rushed out of the city.
There was a hint of panic in the swiftness.
Just like the injured and bereaved dog, it was really embarrassed to the extreme.
If you are facing someone else at this time.
He gritted his teeth and still had the strength to fight.
But what he faced was the former Saint King.
Even though his strength is not bad.
With just a few moves, he was beaten to the point of death and his injuries were serious.
Under such premise, a head-on fight with the Holy Lord?
What is the difference between this and seeking death?
Thinking of this, the Qing Yi scholar's heart sank.
The speed is a little faster.
However.
Just as he sped away.
A surging force came from across the air and grabbed his ankle directly like the hand of a ghost!
! ! !
Feeling such strength, his heart sank suddenly.
At the same time, a name came to mind instantly.
Sky-catching magic hand!
The moment this thought came to him, he was about to resist.
But at this moment, he only felt a surge of strength and his body moved.
Then it was like a dead dog.
Being pulled backwards by a strong force!
At this time, he turned around and saw Wang Ye flying in the air.
His fingers are bent like a dragon.
Its rolling force is unstoppable, and it is pulling itself towards him!
Seeing this scene, the scholar in Tsing Yi frowned.
He gritted his teeth and his heart skipped a beat.
At the same time, he said: "Since I can't escape, I will decide who wins or loses with you!"
After saying that, he moved his body, condensed his energy into a sword, and flew through the air.
With Wang Ye's pulling power.
Attack him violently towards the throat!
For a moment, the sword energy was sharp and chilly!
"oh?"
Seeing the sword energy coming, Wang Ye sneered and said, "What's going on?"
"Why don't you use my holy teachings?"
As he spoke, Wang Ye's face was full of toying with.
Just like a cat playing with a mouse.
In fact, this time it was not that the Tsing Yi scribe did not want to use demons to teach martial arts.
Instead, we want to discuss the essence of the devil's martial arts.
Who in the world can be the equal of a sage?
At this time, using the devil's martial arts to defeat him is tantamount to playing tricks on others!
It's better to use your own martial arts!
This will give you a better chance of winning!
Thinking of this, his sword energy became even stronger, heading straight for Wang Ye's throat.
The moment the sword energy was about to touch Wang Ye's throat.
But Wang Ye swung his palms.
At the same time, thousands of black and red palm prints surged up, covering them like mountains.
Seeing the shadow of this palm coming, the scholar in blue didn't even step back.
In an instant, he and Wang Ye were fighting against each other.
In an instant, the shadows of sword energy and palms passed by each other.
The two of them followed each other like shadows, constantly fighting each other.
He looked up.
I saw two figures filling the wilderness outside Jinling City.
During the fight, the qi explosions sounded like rolling thunder, causing the surrounding aura to surge and boil like a rolling sea.
The scene was really shocking to the extreme.
If Bai Mingyu were here this time.
He can still hold on for a long time even in a fight with Wang Ye, making him indistinguishable.
But how can the skills of the Tsing Yi scholar be as good as Bai Mingyu's?
What's more, he's still injured?
After only a dozen moves, the Tsing Yi scribe's moves were instantly neutralized by Wang Ye.
Not only that, Wang Ye's palm force shot out of the air and landed on his shoulder.
Gaba!
With the crisp sound of broken bones.
A bloody mist floated up from behind his shoulder!
At the same time, a sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow suddenly came.
The pain was excruciating.
The Qingyi scribe's complexion suddenly changed.
The moment of pain.
Its offensive suddenly deformed and went out of shape, just like the long lever that opened the breach, instantly collapsed and plummeted thousands of miles.
Once the moves are gone, the energy is gone and the charm is gone.
Wang Ye was even more unreasonable at this time.
But I saw him using his fists and palms together, and the palms between his fingers were as numerous as stars and as fast as flying lights.
The green-robed scribe who was beaten was covered in blood mist, swaying from side to side, miserable!
"about there!"
At this time, the corner of Wang Ye's mouth raised slightly, he grabbed the Tsing Yi scribe's throat and said, "Why do you know the secret knowledge of my holy religion?"
"Who taught you this?!"
"Besides, who are you?"
"Why did you attack His Majesty? How did you know that he was in Aurous Hill?"
"How many more subordinates do you have?"
While speaking, Wang Ye asked a series of questions.
At this time, he stared at the scribe in Tsing Yi.
His eyes were full of doubts.
This man was obviously on the same team as Yun Shu, who assassinated Gao Tianci!
How did they find this place?
also.
Why he learned all kinds of martial arts from the holy teachings, including how to transform evil spirits with gentle breeze.
all of these.
Wang Ye must know clearly!
"Want...to know?"
Facing Wang Ye's inquiry, the scholar in Tsing Yi sneered: "As I just said..."
"Go to Jiuyou Underworld to ask about all this!"
Boom!
As the Tsing Yi scribe spoke like this, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded from the top of the sky.
Look up.
I saw a sharp thunder falling through the air, heading towards Wang Ye!
Obviously.
The scholar in green knew that he was no match for Wang Ye.
I want to die together in this way.
However.
At the moment when Li Lei fell, Wang Ye sneered.
But I saw his big sleeves sweeping up.
Blow out the thunder with one palm!
The power of the rolling palm is as strong as the thunder!
Boom!
In an instant, there was only a loud thunder.
A ripple of true energy visible to the naked eye spread out.
The ground around him suddenly burst open, and the surrounding trees were instantly crushed into powder by the force!
But at this moment.
The uninjured arm of the scribe in green condensed into claws and clawed towards Wang Ye's throat!
Until this moment, this person still wanted Wang Ye's life!
"How brave!"
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye frowned: "Since you want to die, I will help you!"
As he spoke, he released his grip on his throat.
At the same time, the palm of his hand flipped out and hit his chest.
boom!
There was just a muffled sound, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the mouth of the scribe in green.
His body was like a rag, flying backwards.
At this moment, Wang Ye walked up to him, following him like a shadow.
At the same time, he said: "Today I will show you the short fighting skills of my holy religion!"
After saying this, Wang Ye started to use long fists and short strikes.
It hit the body of the Tsing Yi scribe like a gust of wind and rain.
Look from afar.
The Tsing Yi scribe was beaten from side to side like a sack of cloth, vomiting blood continuously.
During this time, the billowing energy dissipated.
It caused the surrounding trees and boulders to collapse.
They turned into gravel and sawdust and kept flying out.
"die!"
At this time, Wang Ye gave a sharp shout.
But he saw his five fingers coming out horizontally, hitting the man's chest.
boom!
Only a dull sound was heard.
The scribe in green vomited a mouthful of blood.
His body flew out directly and fell into a pool of water on the side, splashing a lot of water mist!
Seeing this, Wang Ye sneered.
He didn't just leave.
Instead, he watched the body of the scribe in green float up, and then he left with peace of mind after he lost his breath.
After all, this person knew his identity.
How could he be spared his life?
"A worthy death!"
Looking at the corpse floating in the pool, Wang Ye sneered.
Then his body swayed and disappeared.
(I have an appointment tomorrow, I will update today, and I will say three more things: please vote, please vote, or fucking vote!)
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