Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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Because it was a small internal competition, neither of the two men was allowed to use weapons of mass destruction.

Jimo Liyang used palm strength, while Zhongli Yirui only used some small magic props, but some sword fighting spirit and the like.

Zhongli Yirui is considered a fifth-level celestial master, and his level is a bit lower than Jimo Liyang's. He only studied the auxiliary system, and he is far behind in the control of body skills and strength. Now it is all by hand. Barely supported by the delicate gadgets in it.

Jimo Liyang originally wanted to deal with Zhongli Yirui within ten moves, but he hit hundreds of moves in a while, and he was restless, and Ling Xiaotu laughed from time to time: [

"Zhongli Yirui bit him, Zhongli Yirui beat him!" He was even more restless.

The two men wanted to come over and beat Ling Xiaotu up first, and then compare themselves.

However, this idea is just a thought.

After all, we are all advanced intelligent creatures.

Despite being furious, they restrained their urges to turn into beasts with astonishing self-control.

The most important thing is probably that Xuanyuan Xuantian's cool appearance made the men restrain their passion.

Otherwise, Jimo Liyang must come up and chop Ling Xiaotu.

Zhongli Yirui shook his fist, pushed the sword energy to the maximum, pressed Jimo Liyang to reveal his flaws, and had time to cast a sideways glance at him, and said provocatively:

"That's all you have, Mo Liyang?"

Jimo Liyang's eyes sank, and the palm moves were also fierce and merciless. Suddenly, black palm energy came out from the small space behind him, twisted together like countless ropes, and quickly wrapped around Zhongli Yirui's body. body.

Zhongli Yirui, who was still smiling gracefully, took a step back silently.

Zhongli Yirui shook his hand and stretched out his right hand, a flash of sword energy flashed across the hand and appeared in his hand, and the palm energy splashed all over the ground cold and shattered.

Jimo Liyang's eyes sank, he stretched out his hand, condensed the black palm energy, and struck at Zhongli Yirui's chest.

"A fatal move?"

Zhongli Yirui chuckled, dodging Jimo Liyang's palm slashing towards him, turned slightly, and the palm passed close to his face, hitting the hair beside his ear.

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