Campus belle's cultivation master

Seeing the huge flying blade coming, Lin Yu didn't dodge. He stepped on it and rushed up. He raised his fist and hit it.

"It's too much! Die

Yang Dingfeng thinks that his accomplishments are much higher than Lin Yu's. seeing that he dares to strike himself with his own body, he can't help looking grim.

Boom!

Above the sky, the waves swept.

In Yang Dingfeng's astonished eyes, his huge flying blade, which he thought was incomparable, was smashed by Lin Yu. Then the figure in black suddenly flickered, and appeared in front of him through the rolling waves of spiritual power.

"Old man, this is your let go battle?"

Lin Yu raised his hand and slapped him on Yang Dingfeng's old face full of fear.

Pop!

The slap was firm and clear. Yang Dingfeng could not help but scream, blood mixed with teeth spit out, body shape uncontrolled downward.

Only at this time did he realize that even though he was at the peak of cultivation, the gap between him and Lin Yu was still too big!

"He's not human, he's a demon!"

Yang Dingfeng's heart was wailing. His eyes were fixed on the figure in black who was diving towards him. His voice was hoarse and sharp: "spare me!"

Lin Yu turned a deaf ear. He stepped in the air to catch up with him. He waved his fists. Every blow was as fast as lightning and hit each other's body heavily.

The sound of bang bang fist reverberates in the sky, and the energy cascades out like ripples.

The stormy shadow of his fists completely shrouded Yang Dingfeng. Under layers of heavy blows, his skull was broken, his chest was sunken, and his shrill screams rang through the world.

He spewed out a mouthful of red blood, his body with a sharp sound of "whew whew" and fell to the ground quickly.

Lin Yu suddenly closed his fist, turned his body, raised his foot and stepped on Yang Dingfeng's neck, and stepped down.

"Old man! How dare Ann deceive me

With a light drink, Yang Dingfeng fell to the ground. In an instant, the houses on all sides rumbled and collapsed, the rocks rolled and the smoke filled!

For fear of being affected by the aftereffects, a group of people below dodged far away and watched this scene with fear and sweat.

Yang Dingfeng is not only the master of Huajing, but also a senior figure in Xiuzhen world. How could he be beaten so badly?

If you don't see it with your own eyes, who dares to believe it?

"It's terrible Yang Xueqi gently covered her mouth with her jade hand, and her beautiful eyes were full of shock. "Have you killed me?"

As a young member of the Yang family, she has mixed feelings at the moment.

On the contrary, Yang Buhui has suffered humiliation and tribulation over the years, and his daughter has been hurt by his family. The last bit of kinship has long disappeared. He clenched his teeth, his whole body could not help shaking: "Huajing... Should not be so easy to die..."

The group of Yang family members headed by the chief housekeeper Yang Tu were all in a panic. They were so scared that they fell on the ground and shivered.

Yang Dingfeng, the old ancestor, had been shut up for many years. His character was originally sinister and vicious. He had no feelings with his descendants. But this man is the backbone of the Yang family. If he dies, the Yang family in Xilu will be finished if they don't have a strong man to stay!

"Ancestor! My ancestors

"My Yang family is finished!"

Without skin, how can hair be attached?

The people of the Yang family are weeping, and they can't help feeling sad.

Under the interweaving of the lines of sight, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a terrible pit tens of meters deep made people feel cool.

Yang Dingfeng head down, half of the body are buried in the soil, straight legs exposed.

This scene is particularly funny, but no one in the audience can laugh.

Lin Yu stood on one side with his hands down, his whole body spotless and his face light.

"Old thing, how does it taste?"

"Cough... Cough..." Yang Dingfeng's legs moved and his upper body slowly moved out of the soil.

His hair was messy, his cheekbones collapsed, his blood and mud mixed and stuck on his bloody cheek, and his appearance was particularly terrible and ferocious.

"I'm... I've taken it..." he gasped for two breaths, and his hollow chest stirred like a bellows. "Master Lin, please raise your hand..."

At this time, Yang Dingfeng was like an old dog waiting to die. He knelt down on the ground and trembled. Where could he have half the pride of Huajing Heavenly Master?

"If you don't believe what you say, you'll get the hand that feeds you. I will take back what I have given you. " Lin Yu's eyes were cold. "If you commit suicide, you can leave a whole corpse."

Yang Dingfeng saw that he didn't mean to give up at all. He growled: "Lin Zixuan! You push too hard

As the voice fell, his spiritual power swept through his body, and a magnificent and simple golden bell was formed, on which the runes were winding and the brilliance was flowing.

The martial arts of the Yang family will not destroy the golden bell!

This martial art, Yang Yi, was once used in the zenith battle of the zongmen assembly. Now it has been developed by Yang Dingfeng as the peak cultivation of Huajing. It has stronger deterrence and more powerful momentum.

Yang Dingfeng rose up in the air, arms holding the immortal golden bell, which was countless times larger than himself, and dashed fiercely.

"I'll fight with you!"

Lin Yu raised his hand abruptly with a cold hum. A flame which was completely made of rootless fire emitted an astonishing blazing temperature, and he just pulled it down. Where the flames match the waves, the immortal Golden Bell bursts suddenly, and the mighty flame sweeps up immediately, burning the wanton spirit wave into nothingness in an instant.

"This is... Rootless fire?" Yang Dingfeng's eyes were full of panic. Seeing that the fire was coming towards him, he quickly withdrew and raised his hand to cut off a piece of ignited clothes.

Rootless fire is the most powerful and overbearing, even the heaven master of Huajing does not dare to be infected.

Today's battle is sure not to win, and it is impossible to seek peace. Yang Dingfeng's heart moves, kicks one foot, turns around and runs away.

"Want to go?"

Lin Yu gave a cold smile, and a fire dragon swept out of his hand. He rushed to Yang Dingfeng's back and bumped his head on his back.

The tongue of fire roared up, like the ferocious mouth of an ancient beast, devouring his whole body and burning.

"Ah! I was wrong! Spare my life! Spare my life

Yang Dingfeng wailed bitterly and fell to the ground from mid air, rolling all over the ground in pain.

The shrill scream was as sharp as a night owl. The people who heard it felt numb and sweated like a waterfall.

Everyone in the audience took a breath. If Lin Yu beat Tan Jiandong at the zongmen meeting, it's a standard set meal. What Yang Dingfeng suffered today is the most luxurious treatment.

A generation of famous Huajing Heavenly Master was burned to death by rootless fire!

Standing in the crowd, Liao Ping slowly stepped back, lowered his eyes and looked gloomy.

"He's stronger than ever..."