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Chapter 582 The Sword
This punch has not changed, and it does not belong to any boxing method. It is just a simple straight punch, but its speed is extremely fast, and its strength is unparalleled.

Qingsong could clearly feel the bone shattering sound at the eye socket, but he didn't feel any pain, as if his soul was blown out by Zhang Yiming's explosive punch.

He flew ten meters away before crashing into the wall. His whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't move at all.

Zhang Yiming withdrew his fist, and said flatly: "This is the consequence of destroying the beauty of this handsome guy. Now you know how terrible I am?"

Of course, Qingsong couldn't answer his question at this moment, the force of this blow was too great, and he couldn't change it for a while.

Meng Fanhai and Bandong Longnan glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes. Although Zhang Yiming didn't have any special moves, but relying on his body's strength and explosive power, he could already be promoted to the level of a super master , This is really a bit too scary.

Moreover, the purpose of using Qingsong to consume Zhang Yiming was basically unsuccessful. Apart from creating a few innocuous scars on Zhang Yiming and wasting the strength of his punches, Qingsong did not play any role.

Zhang Yiming chuckled, turned to Meng Fanhai and Bandong Longnan and said, "Don't try to consume me, you two, let's come over and fight me personally, otherwise the result will be the same no matter how many times you come."

Meng Fanhai smiled and said: "You are too arrogant, don't forget that this is my Meng family, there are so many experts here, just a green pine, there are many people who are better than him here, Yuan Mo, you go and deal with Zhang Yiming .”

Yuan Mo, who had been standing beside Meng Fanhai, said calmly, "Don't worry, I will definitely kill him."

Zhang Yiming frowned, he had fought Yuan Mo once, this master of Yuan Dou Huangquan really has unfathomable strength, it is not so easy to deal with him.

Yuan Mo walked slowly towards Zhang Yiming. He walked very slowly, but his pace was very steady, so steady that no one could find any weakness, and behind him, a series of neat footprints were left on the floor.

Zhang Yiming smiled faintly, of course he knew that Yuan Mo was showing his strength, which was also a kind of psychological tactic.

Leaving footprints on the mahogany floor can be done by ordinary experts, but it is very difficult to do it as neatly as Yuan Mo and without making a sound.

Yuan Mo came in front of Zhang Yiming, with his arms hanging down, as if he didn't seem to be on guard at all.

Zhang Yiming said with a smile: "Finally, one can see it."

"I heard that you are from Xuanyuan's lineage. Yuan Douhuang Fist has been suppressed by Xuanyuan's lineage for 5000 years. It seems that today is the time to reverse the situation."

Yuan Mo said lightly, but his voice was extremely cold, without any emotion.

Zhang Yiming smiled and said, "Really, you won't know until you've fought, come on."

A very strange grudge erupted from Yuan Mo's body, and Zhang Yiming, who was close at hand, felt a cold and hot breath flowing.

His vindictiveness was indeed very weird, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but be a little more careful.

"You can't understand the profound meaning of Yuan Dou Huangquan, but now you will feel it."

Yuan Mo said coldly, pushed his palms flat, and patted Zhang Yiming lightly.

Zhang Yiming raised Xuanyuan Dou Qi again, condensed it on his palms, and struck Yuan Mo's palms together.

As soon as he touched it, Zhang Yiming felt something was wrong. The palm of his left hand was bone-chillingly cold, while the palm of his right hand was as hot as a volcano.

His left hand was frostbitten in an instant, while his right hand had burn marks, so he quickly withdrew his palm and retreated sharply.

Yuan Mo sneered, and said, "As a member of Xuanyuan's lineage, don't you know that Yuan Dou Huangquan is a boxing method that uses fighting energy to generate freezing air and heat energy, and directly kills cells?"

Zhang Yiming frowned slightly, and used the ghost doctor's thirteen needles to seal the meridian in his hand, so that the injury did not spread, but he broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for his Xuanyuan Douqi body protection, his hands would have been useless now .

Yuan Mo slowly raised his palm, and two airflows, one hot and one cold, rushed towards Zhang Yiming quickly.

Zhang Yiming showed a smile, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and said lightly: "Finally, I have met someone who can handle it. If this is the case, I will use all my strength to deal with you."

"I heard that you only got the inheritance of Xuanyuan Dou Qi, but you don't know anything about the moves of the Xuanyuan school. It's like you fighting with bare hands and me with a sharp blade. Do you think there is a chance of winning?"

Yuan Mo snorted disdainfully, stretched his body and rushed towards Zhang Yiming, and once again extended his palms to grab Zhang Yiming's chest.

Before he got in touch with Zhang Yiming, he felt something was wrong, because he saw Zhang Yiming's eyes.

There was no panic or fear in his eyes, but a very confident indifference, which made Yuan Mo suddenly feel that something was wrong.

At this time, Zhang Yiming said calmly: "You thought you were holding a sharp blade, but you were wrong. I was the one who was actually holding a sharp blade. Haven't you heard of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor Sword of the Xuanyuan branch?"

Yuan Mo turned pale with shock. Of course he knew the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor Sword, which is known as the number one magic weapon in China for 5000 years, but he didn't see the weapon hidden on Zhang Yiming's body. He didn't know why he mentioned this, but he felt a kind of Feeling bad, he hurriedly forcibly stopped his figure.

It's a pity that he was still a little slow, and there seemed to be a flash of sword light in the air. Yuan Mo felt a chill on his neck. Flowed down slowly.

This is definitely not an ordinary cutting fighting spirit. Yuan Mo is still very clear about this. He hastily exited Zhang Yiming's attack range. Looking back, Zhang Yiming slowly raised his left arm, as if holding a knife. The sword that breaks jade is average.

"Didn't expect that, in fact, in my arm, there is the inheritance of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor Sword!"

Zhang Yiming said proudly.

Although Zhang Yiming has the inheritance of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor's sword, this shocked Yuan Mo, isn't he really afraid that Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor's coffin will not be able to hold it down?
"See, Zhang Yiming still has a lot of moves that are useless, so you can never underestimate this man."

Bandong Longnan said to Meng Fanhai thoughtfully.

Meng Fanhai nodded lightly, and said, "Zhang Yiming is indeed a pervert, it's beyond my expectation."

Zhang Yiming waved his left arm, and the sword energy suddenly became unrestrained, and he said with a smile: "Whoever wants to try, come here if you are not afraid of death!"

(End of this chapter)