Nangong Yun's strength was very clear to those present. He was a dark horse in the upper world, the strongest monk after the younger generation.
At the age of eighty, he entered the half-step of the Nascent Soul, setting a record for the youngest half-step of the Nascent Soul in the Eastern Star Region.
He is extremely powerful in actual combat and famous all over the world.
All this created his arrogant character.
Ye Xiong looked younger than him, so he concluded that Ye Xiong could not beat him.
He is a genius and the only one.
Everyone looked at the bloody sword light in the sky to see how Ye Xiong defended himself.
However, Ye Xiong had no defense at all, and instead rose into the sky to welcome the sword light as it flew away.
In the face of absolute strength, Ye Xiong doesn't like to use roundabout methods and prefers to use the most straightforward attacks.
But in the eyes of others, there is no difference between him doing this and sending himself to death.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiong's body collided with the sword light.
The imaginary cut in two did not appear. Ye Xiong struck out with a palm, destroying everything. The tyrannical sword light instantly disintegrated. The people around him didn't know how to get back. Ye Xiong's body was already in front of Nangong Yun and struck out with a palm.
A powerful palm print quickly grew in size and instantly enveloped Nangong Yun under the palm print.
Nangong Yun's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the other party was so powerful. He could break his attack in the blink of an eye and be able to counterattack.
No matter how you say it, he is a peerless genius, the first among the younger generation. He reacted instantly and struck with another sword.
The palm prints collided with the sword light, and a thunderous sound rang out.
Suddenly the mountain collapsed, winds and clouds surged, and the space collapsed.
The earth trembled and groaned.
Nangong only felt a very powerful momentum coming towards him. In nervousness, he quickly retreated a few kilometers.
As soon as he reacted, he suddenly found a huge palm print in the air above his head, pressing down like a curtain covering the sky.
"Impossible. Aren't you supposed to be blown away like me? How could you take action again so quickly?"
In a hurry, he raised his sword and struck out, responding again.
Boom!
The ground trembled and the sound was deafening.
The sword light struck by Nangong was instantly shattered, and his giant palm struck him directly.
puff!
Nangong Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell from the air like a swatted fly.
A huge valley was blasted out of the earth, and Nangong Yun clung to the bottom of the valley, covered in blood and embarrassed.
Just as he was about to get up, another palm print appeared in mid-air.
Once, twice, three times.
Finally, Nangong Yun collapsed and could no longer move.
Only then did he realize what kind of person he had offended.
The opponent didn't have any spells or martial arts. He just used this palm seal from the beginning to the end, completely crushing him with his absolute strength. In terms of the strength of his vitality, the opponent didn't know how much stronger than him.
times.
In an emergency, he didn't care about anything else and quickly took out his beads, preparing to crush them and leave.
Although it is embarrassing to be eliminated on the first level, at least you are still alive.
Just when he was about to crush the beads, he suddenly found that he couldn't use any force on his hands and his fingers didn't react at all.
Just when he was wondering, a line of blood surged up on his arm, getting bigger and bigger, and finally half of his arm slipped off.
It turned out that the arm had been separated from the body long ago, so it was unable to use force.
Severe pain came.
Ahhh!
Nangong Yun screamed.
He didn't even know how or when the opponent took action.
At the critical moment, he quickly stretched out his left hand and held the bead in his hand, ready to crush it.
However, he soon discovered that he could no longer use his left hand.
Sure enough, a circular blood line appeared on the wrist of his left hand, and the entire palm slowly fell to the ground.
Both hands were broken.
Nangong Yun completely collapsed, staring at Ye Xiong in the distance, his eyes full of blood lines.
"My surname is Ye, I will kill you."
Nangong Yun gritted his teeth and rose into the sky, preparing to fly over and explode himself, fighting him desperately.
Ye Xiong snorted coldly and slapped out a palm.
A huge palm shadow hit Nangong Yun in mid-air.
boom!
Nangong Yun's body could not withstand the pressure of this palm, and his body exploded, and blood poured down like rain.
The most dignified genius in the Eastern Star Territory was killed by absolute strength in less than five minutes, leaving no trace of his body.
The people watching from the sidelines all took a breath and looked at Ye Xiong as if they were seeing a devil.
Horrible, too scary!
Not only is his strength terrifying, his methods are also extremely cruel.
Who would have thought that a guy with ordinary clothes, gentle words, and a harmless appearance would be so ruthless?
"Damn it, who said just now that his seed came through the back door?"
"With his strength, he is not qualified to be a seed. Who can be a seed?"
"So what if you are a peerless genius? IQ is a flaw, and death is not a pity. Do you really think that the venerable is a fool and randomly choose someone to be your seed?"
Various voices came from the surroundings, but none of them sympathized with Nangong Yun.
The strong are respected. Everyone saw Nangong Yun's arrogance and provocation just now, and he brought it upon himself.
Ye Xiong fell to the ground after half a year, regained his mediocre appearance, and continued to walk forward.
He didn't say a word or pause, as if what he just did was an ordinary thing.
Lu Wenshi looked at his back, flicked the fan in his hand, popped it out, and shook it gently.
"Your Majesty is indeed right about the person. This guy's true strength and terror will shock everyone."
…
Outside the Tower of Babel, everyone is quietly waiting for the results of the clearance.
Just when they were all guessing who was the first person to pass the first level, an old mechanical voice suddenly came from the cold Babel Tower: "Monk No. 15, passed away."
"Damn, it's really shameful that someone died so quickly."
"I don't know who was the first to die. It must have been a newcomer."
Among the monks with the number 100, except for the ten seeds who remembered that there were more people, the rest of the monks did not remember the number and had to go to the number plate to check it.
"Number 15, Nangong Yun, how is this possible?"
There was a huge uproar outside the stadium, and no one thought that last year's number one dark horse would be the one to perish the fastest today.
"When did the first floor of the tower become so scary?"
"No matter how powerful the Tower of Babel is, it's not at least as powerful as this!"
"Even if he can't break through, why doesn't he use beads to escape?"
There was a lot of noise around him, everyone was speculating on why Nangong Yun died so quickly.
Among the noisy crowd, a petite figure stood blankly, as if stupid, with tears streaming down his face.
Lou Lan walked to Noila Mo and comforted: "I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault, it's his own fault. I asked him to work hard and not to cause trouble for Ye Zi, but he still didn't listen. I had expected this kind of outcome." Noila Mo's eyes were filled with tears. "He is used to being arrogant.
I always thought that someone would teach him a lesson, but I didn’t expect that the lesson would be so big.”
"Zi Zi will not take the initiative to cause trouble. Nangong Yun must have angered him." Lou Lan sighed and hugged his good friend.