Backhand grabbing, this move, during the selection match, Yang Zhen saw that Yang Ningfeng had used it against Yang Xuanhong. It was really amazing. Not only did he successfully resolve Yang Xuanhong's strong attack, but he also took advantage of the opportunity to beat Yang Xuanhong away, so he gave
Yang Zhen left a deep impression.
Now seeing Yang Ningfeng perform it again, he felt that Yang Ningfeng was exhausted. He shook his fist and spat out his energy: "Do you think I am Yang Xuanhong? This move can neutralize his punches, but if you use it on me, you are doing it yourself."
Take destruction!"
"Really?"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled sinisterly, his hand shook slightly, and a strange force suddenly spun around. Yang Zhen frowned immediately, because he felt that the strength of his fist was being released laterally, completely uncontrolled by him.
The control side slides away!
"eccentric!"
Yang Zhen's fist slipped away, and he felt extremely surprised. He immediately looked stunned. What kind of force was this? It could really even release his fist, and it could also resolve such a fierce punch?
Bang!
Just when Yang Zhen was stunned, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit suddenly made a bold move. After neutralizing Yang Zhen's punch, not only did it not retreat, but it was extremely unexpected. His back slightly bent, and his whole body suddenly became
Like a strong curved bow, he then bounced and crashed directly into Yang Zhen's arms. His bent elbow hit Yang Zhen's heart hard.
This kind of counterattack was like Yang Ningfeng turning into an extremely ferocious and violent monster.
With a muffled sound like a hit, Yang Zhen was shaken all over. The impact actually knocked his feet off the ground and sent him flying upside down.
Bang!
Just as Yang Zhen's body was flying upside down, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit suddenly stepped hard on the ground with both feet. Dust flew into the sky, and the whole person flew into the air. As soon as his body turned, his right leg fired directly into the air, hitting Yang Zhen's head heavily.
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Suffering this heavy blow, Yang Zhen, who was originally surprised and flew upside down, was dizzy. Stars appeared in his eyes. His body changed from flying upside down to flying sideways and fell out. He hit the ground more than two meters away with a splash.
Dust all over the ground!
However, before Yang Zhen had a chance to get up, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit controlled Yang Ningfeng's body and rushed forward like a shadow. When Yang Zhen's body just fell to the ground, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had already rushed up.
His eyes flashed with a ruthless cold light, he raised his foot and kicked Yang Cheng hard on the head again.
ah!
With this kick, Yang Zhen felt his eyes go black, his head hurt violently, and he screamed, but the screams were more mixed with depression and aggrievedness.
To think that he, a master of fifth-level martial arts, was seriously injured twice in a row by a junior who was only a ninth-level martial artist, without giving him any time to breathe.
"What's your name? Aren't you awesome?"
Yang Zhen's screams only attracted a cold shout from the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit. He spoke in his mouth, but kept moving. This time, he was very despicable, shameless, unscrupulous, and obscene. He attacked Yang Zhen fiercely.
Kicked in the crotch.
ah!!!
This time, Yang Zhen's screams were all screams, and they were still extremely shrill. The severe pain in his crotch made him worse than death. He knew that one of his parts had been kicked directly.
Blood soaked his crotch, and a foul smell filled the air.
Some people say that when a woman is lying down, her crotch is the most vulnerable part.
But in fact, the man lying down there is also a critical point.
Yang Zhen was in pain and wanted to die. Although he knew that no matter how painful he was, he still had to find a way to get up. He believed that as long as he was given time to breathe and get up, given his strength, he would still have the confidence to kill Yang Ningfeng.
However, being kicked there, this kind of severe pain is more unbearable than having an arm cut off or a leg cut off. It is a pain that no man can bear.
Besides, how could such an experienced Blood Tiger Sword Spirit give Yang Zhen a chance to stand up?
Just when Yang Zhen couldn't help but cover his crotch with his hands, he kicked Yang Zhen hard on the head without hesitation.
After three heavy blows in a row, no matter how strong Yang Zhen's strength and strong will were, his eyes were now black and his head was dizzy. What was left was just a conditioned reflex reaction of the body.
After being hit on the head again, Yang Zhen couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, but the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was really not an aboveboard guy, and his attacks were vicious and ruthless. Since it was a direct and effective method, he would not use other methods at all.
of.
As soon as Yang Zhen's hands left his crotch, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit kicked Yang Zhen's already severely injured and exploded crotch again. This time, the kick was very fast, and he kicked five times in a row.
Every blow made Yang Zhen's whole body tremble, the pain was so painful that even his screams were too weak!
The dignified third elder of the Yang family, a master of fifth-level martial arts, lost thousands of moves with one wrong move. One loss would put him in a place of eternal doom, and he had completely lost the ability to resist.
"Oh, it's really an insult to my status to deal with such a small character!"
But what Yang Zhen didn't know even more was that just when he had become a cripple and lost the ability to resist, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit sighed in displeasure.
Fortunately, only Yang Ningfeng could hear this sigh. Otherwise, just this sentence might make Yang Zhen vomit blood and be killed or injured. After all, he is also the third elder of the Yang family, and Yang Ningfeng is just a junior. How come he has become your focus now?
A minor character in the film, being defeated by you actually insulted your status?
With a sigh, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit disappeared directly, and Yang Ningfeng's consciousness immediately took control of his body.
Looking at Yang Zhen who had lost all his usual dignity, Yang Ningfeng showed no mercy at all, only cold murderous intent.
"I don't know how your son died, but if you want to kill me, then I must kill you. Ever since you helped Yang Xuanhong use venomous snakes to kill me, I was no longer able to progress in my cultivation, and I was ridiculed by my tribe, your life
You have long been destined to die in my hands. Do you know why I know you want to kill me, but I still want to run here instead of running back to the village? That is because I want to lead you here, because I have already
I want to kill you. So what about your fifth-level master's strength? Aren't you going to die in my hands now? Just because of you, I have been bullied, ridiculed by my tribe, and called useless every day. You should have died long ago.
Let me tell you one more thing, Shen Hu is also dead, and I killed him too. Anyone who wants to kill me will die, do you understand?"
While speaking indifferently, Yang Ningfeng kicked out his feet repeatedly, each time hitting Yang Zhen's head. No matter whether Yang Zhen's hands were covering his head or not, he didn't care at all, he just kept kicking, and every kick was aimed at Yang Zhen's head.
It's full force.
Although he was in a coma, Yang Zhen had not completely lost his mind. He heard Yang Ningfeng's words. At this point, he knew that Yang Ningfeng had already known what he and Yang Xuanhong had done. He also thought about defeating him that night.
, the person who made him unable to figure out who he was after thinking for so long was Yang Ningfeng.
However, he still can't figure out why Yang Ningfeng suddenly became so powerful when he was clearly only a ninth-level scholar?
If Yang Ningfeng was so powerful, why did he act so weak at the beginning? Just for fun?
Yang Zhen knew that he would never know this question, and would never have the chance to know it again.
But Yang Zhen was wrong about one thing. The person who defeated him that night was Yang Wenxuan, not Yang Ningfeng. But he really never had the chance to know.
Even Yang Ningfeng himself didn't know how many kicks he had kicked. Yang Zhen's head was already bloody and bloody, and even the hands he held his head in were kicked to pieces until the bones and even the flesh were broken!
The third elder of the Yang family, a master of the fifth rank, died in Yanzhu Lake today, at the feet of Yang Ningfeng.
"call!"
When Yang Ningfeng was sure that Yang Zhen was dead, too dead, and there would never be another chance to kill him or harm him, he finally stopped, let out a long breath, took two steps back, and then fell down.
, but as soon as he sat down, his face hurt, he broke into a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but cursed violently: "Damn it, old guy, get out of here! You stingy bastard... damn,
It hurts me to death!"
After calming down, Yang Ningfeng suddenly felt an excruciating pain all over his body. Every place he had been hit by Yang Zhen in succession made him feel pain in his bones. Even the foot that kicked Yang Zhen to death still felt severe pain when he stopped.
Incomparable.
After kicking until his shoes were torn, Yang Ningfeng gritted his teeth and took off his shoes. He saw that his toes were peeling and bleeding.
"Hey, you know how good I am? Next time you dare to show off in front of me, I will kill you."
The blood-deficient sword spirit appeared again, smiled sinisterly, and said.
"You...you have the guts!"
Yang Ningfeng was furious. But there was nothing he could do. Facing the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, he was so angry that he couldn't let it out! Not only could he not beat him, but he still couldn't beat him.
"Okay, don't be angry! Now that Yang Zhen has been killed by you, he is the third elder after all. You have to think about how to explain it to the clan." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit laughed, and then said seriously: "Although now
Because your tribe mistakenly thinks you are a medicine master. Of course, after you break through to the master level, I will really start to teach you how to prepare liquid medicine so that you can become a medicine master. But no matter how precious you are to your tribe,
You can't act rashly, even if the tribe tolerates you for the sake of hope, it is inevitable that many people will be dissatisfied with you, and some may even have the idea of revenge for Yang Zhen."
"This... this seems to be a bit troublesome. Even if I say that he wants to kill me, the tribesmen may not believe it, right?" Yang Ningfeng looked at the dead Yang Zhen, and his brows gradually wrinkled.
Although he still didn't regret bringing Yang Zhen here to get rid of him, the trouble after killing someone was too much for him not to think carefully about how to solve it.
"Yes. After all, he is also the third elder of your Yang family. There are still many people who support him. Otherwise, how could he be an elder? You can't convince everyone just by your words."
Ling said.
"What should I do?" Yang Ningfeng felt a little worried. He fell backward and lay on the ground, firstly to reduce the pain on his body, and secondly so that he could calm down and think carefully.