This sudden and fierce attack made Yun Yao's face slightly solemn!

She didn't expect this guy to start fighting directly!

When the fist rushed over like a tiger from the mountain, she did not dare to be careless, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and pushed her left foot backward, making a stance to resist!

At the same time, on the delicate body, there were suddenly light golden light traces flowing.

The mysterious energy is released!

This is a sign that surpasses the seventh level of martial arts!

The disciples of Moyun Academy sneered, and this kid would definitely be bleeding from his head!

But the next moment, something that shocked them and their chins appeared.

boom!

The sound of explosion came.

Feng Wuxie's silk has not moved, and he is still standing steadily!

Yun Yao was shocked and retreated repeatedly. She quickly lit the ground a few times before she successfully stabilized her body.

Time in the field seems to be still!

The disciples of Moyun Academy wiped their eyes and felt that their brains were buzzing!

How is this possible?

When facing the five levels of remote Qi realms, one meeting will lead to a disadvantage?

Jian Xiong also stared at his eyes tightly, his face suddenly looking extremely ugly!

[Ding, congratulations to the host for shocking the audience, rewarding 30 worth of slut!]

Feng Wuxie succeeded with a blow, but did not stop. He kicked the ground hard with his right leg and rushed forward. "Bitch, in terms of appearance and appearance, how can you compare with my little Zhou Yao in your mortal tablet!"

He punched it, like a tiger swimming in a dragon. The moment the powerful muscle power aroused, the surging waves made the air tremble.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for being ridiculed, and rewarding 10 points of slut!]

Feng Wuxie still ignored it because at this moment he just wanted to kill this princess!

Dead tablet?

Yun Yao was still in shock. When she heard this, her face instantly looked extremely ferocious!

Such words were like a sharp knife, piercing her heart!

"I want you to die a bad death!"

Her figure flashed and she shot out.

The five fingers formed a fist, and the mysterious energy lingered on it, and with the sound of a sonic boom, it blasted fiercely.

If a person is beautiful and you say she is ugly, she will just laugh it off!

Because she is confident enough!

But if a person gets fat and you say she is fat, then it is sprinkling salt on her wound!

And flat breasts are Yun Yao’s shortcomings, and they have always been her most taboo!

However, Feng Wuxie not only yelled out in public, but also compared it with Zhou Yao!

How could she endure this, who is extremely jealous?

Little do you know!

Look at the breasts first!

Feng Wuxie has noticed this since she got out of the sedan chair!

boom!

When the two fists collided heavily, the ferociousness on Yun Yao's face slightly condensed.

Because she clearly felt that the power transmitted from Feng Wuxie's fist was not only not weaker than her, but even more than that!

Yun Yao's heart was trembling slightly and she immediately shouted: "The best fighting skills, the breaking cloud palm!"

She immediately turned her fist into a palm!

The light palm instantly slapped out like a mountain!

Feng Wuxie took three steps back directly.

But in contrast, Yun Yao retreated urgently!

This retreat was dozens of feet, and his palms were trembling violently.

This is where the pain comes!

The disciples of Moyun Academy swallowed their saliva and were shocked in their hearts.

Yun Yao's face also changed drastically.

Because this guy's punch is simply impossible for humans to hit!

Who is the realm of Condensation and Him?

But at this moment, Feng Wuxie rushed over again, clenched his five fingers tightly, and his momentum condensed.

"Die Ping, in terms of appearance and strength, how can you compare with my Xueer?"

This punch, the power of the four dantians!

How can the other party answer?!

[Ding, congratulations to the host for having a second talk, and rewarding 7 points of slut!]

"Ahhhh, I'm going to kill you!"

Yun Yao was full of momentum and clenched her fist and smashed her towards Feng Wuxie.

"Bang!"

Fists and fists were connected, and the ground was shaken out of cracks.

Then everyone saw a figure still standing there, but Yun Yao vomited blood and flew out like a kite with broken strings.

The people from Moyun Academy are like thunder!

Three punches!

A warrior from the five levels of remote Qi realm defeated Princess Yunyao in three punches!

How did he do it?

Jian Xiong's palms were tightly usurped, and his nails were deeply trapped in his palms, "Yun Yao, don't forget, you are a swordsman!"

"Sword is your strongest origin!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yao finally calmed down. She rolled her sleeves and a sword suddenly appeared in her hand!

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, pointed at Feng Wuxie with a sword, and said, "I admit that you have some strength, but do you know why so many disciples of Moyun Academy surpassed the seventh level of martial arts, why can this princess become one of the three monsters?"

"Because, this princess is a sword cultivator!"

The surroundings suddenly calmed down!

What is a sword cultivator?

It is definitely not a sword cultivator who can be called a sword cultivator, but the one who needs to be leveled is a sword cultivator!

How many sword cultivators are there?

Looking at the entire Yun Kingdom, there are only a few hundred people!

The warriors in the Ningxi Realm may not be terrible, but the swordsmen in the Ningxi Realm are absolutely terrible!

Because it is difficult for sword cultivators to understand!

In the field, some disciples' eyes were red and their hands slowly clamped together!

"If it's all like this, that kid can still win, then I'll go back to Moyun Academy to eat manure!"

"Prepare ten kilograms for him!"

Feng Wuxie pointed to the talking disciple, looked at Yun Yao again, and said coldly: "Damn, you are not the only sword cultivator in this world!"

Yun Yao's face changed and she sneered, "Do you think this sword cultivator is a cabbage?"

After saying that, a long steel sword that flashed and danced with hands came, and for a moment, the sword shadows were heavy, the murderous intent was ups and downs, and the snowflakes in the sky were shattered!

Feng Wuxie sneered in his heart, "Sao Wang, Saku, take me to fly!"

[Ding, it was detected that the host wanted a sword. According to the host's current value, the following spiritual sword is recommended for the host to use it at present!]

【Lost sharp blade by Sao Wang!】

There is news on Feng Wuxie’s panel!

[This sword is twenty cm long, ten cm hilt, and ten cm body of the sword. It is made of cold iron, and its hardness is equivalent to a fine and top-quality mysterious weapon!]
To be continued...