Chapter 1288: Ten strokes

The first thousand two hundred eighty eight chapter ten strokes win and lose
"Zhukun seniors, can I challenge you now?"
Ning Qi looked at the purple Kun, and smiled.
"Well, you really have the qualification to challenge me now."
Under the purple, Kun Kun smiled and nodded.
The monks in the vicinity saw thousands of feet, and some looked forward to watching Ning Qi and Bai Kun.
One is to repair the Tianjiao of Shanhaiguan in the late period of Yongsheng.
One is the 93rd-ranked post-legal master of the Qinglong list.
Everyone is very much looking forward to the fight between the two, it must be very exciting.
"Old ancestors?"
Under the tyrants, Pudu looked at Bai Kun.
"You must step back."
Under the purple Kun Kun pendulum.
"Yes."
Under the tyrant, Pudu nodded and retreated to the side.
Wu Yin brows slightly wrinkled, Ning Qi can pass through Shanhaiguan, has proved his own strength, but he still feels that Ning Qi can not be the opponent of the purple Kun, under the purple Kun Kun is staying on the Qinglong list The late monks of the 10,000-year legal phase are likely to become the characters of the great holy class.
"Persuasion is useless. I hope that under the purple Kun can see the part of Xuanzhen Dasheng, and let the Beixuan brothers show their mercy."
Wu Yin shook his head faintly, and gave Ning Qi a ‘you take care’ look. He hid in the distance, and the aftermath of the monk’s shot in the late stage of the law, he could not afford it.
"The ancestors will not have anything..."
Wang Wu stood beside the hurricane, his eyes filled with worry.
The hurricane looked at this scene thoughtfully. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he directly passed the audience: "You, opened the opening..."
"Indiscriminate gambling, you have become like this, but also open? I owe my Qinglong crystal to me!"
"I really don't know how to live!"
"Don't be like this, I will open an upset this time. You can only win the ancestor of the royal family and win twenty!"
"What? Is there such a gamble?"
"Are you not winning?"
"So it’s an upset. You have just won an upset. Have you dared to gamble? I won’t be able to work for you for the next 30,000 years!

"This guy……"
Wang Wu did not dare to look at the hurricane, they all reached this point, he dare to open?
"How about a little brother, do you want to win your ancestor?"
The hurricane smiled and looked at Wang Wu.
Wang Wu’s face suddenly changed. He didn’t talk well. When he spoke, did he or not? If you don’t, don’t you be optimistic about your ancestors?
If you swear, it is likely to lose...
"Can't even the Wang family not be optimistic about their ancestors?"
The hurricane will be excited.
"Powed! I am taking this owe!"
Wang Wuyi was provoked, and suddenly his eyes flashed a sigh of anger, and the owe that had just been hit by him was taken in, and he was full of 10,000 Qinglongjing.
"Arrears?"
The hurricane was somewhat dissatisfied.
"What? This is your own hand-picked, and your is branded on it, you don't recognize it yourself?"
Wang Wu smiled coldly.
"If you owe it, you can owe it."
Hurricane grin.
When other monks saw it, those who did not get the Qinglongjing, but took a lot of owed monks, after thinking about the interest, immediately put the arrears.
The hurricane sighed, although there is no Qinglongjing, but as long as he wins, his debt problem will be basically solved.
And he is definitely a winner!
In the late stage of the Yongshengli Challenge Law?
What a joke!
The hurricane gloated to look at Ning Qi.
......
"How to fight? Can't you win or lose by life and death?"
Under the purple, Kun Kun smiled and looked at Ning Qi.
Ning Qi’s eyes are slightly moved. If he wins or loses his life and death, he will be under the guise of Zi Kun’s blood. It is estimated that it will take a month to kill.
"Well, if the seniors can beat me in ten strokes, even if I lose, the opposite is that the predecessors lost."
Ning Qi smiled slightly.
Ten strokes?
This kid is really crazy!
The nearby monks heard the words, and they all showed a trace of disdain in their eyes. They were under the command of Zi Kun, even if they were mid-term monks in the legal phase, they might not be able to support the ten strokes.
And some of them are just relying on the accumulation of Shouyuan, and the ordinary monks who barely broke through to the later stage of the legal phase may not be able to support the ten tricks!
"Interesting, are you sure that under my attack, I have ten strokes?"
Under the purple Kun Kun smiled.
Ning Qi laughed and said nothing, just faintly watching the purple Kun.
"Okay, just as you said, ten strokes can't suppress you, count me to lose."
Under the purple kiln faint road.
The hurricane heard the words, and suddenly there was a slight hunch in the heart. Then he immediately comforted himself: Nothing is fine, he can't support ten strokes, and he must be defeated within three strokes!
"Predecessors, please."
Ning Qi smiled.
"Then I made a move."
Under the purple purple Kun Xiao smile, directly raised his hand to Ning Qi punch, this punch, plain, no vision, but standing opposite him Ning Qi, but felt a sense of crisis, this kind of Feeling mysterious and mysterious, as if no matter where he fled, this punch will follow him.
The law of the law of the monk's air lock, it really is extraordinary.
boom!
Ning Qi blocked the dragon in the chest with the dragon knives, and he took the punch of Zi Kun. His feet were inserted into the ground. The giant force made him go backwards madly and plowed two long on the ground. Traces of thousands of feet.
The chest is dull and the value of life has dropped by more than 80 million.
"If this punch is directly on my flesh, and I don't go back to the source, I am afraid that I will be directly hit with two or three billion lives, and I will be replaced by any immortal monk in the late stage. At this moment, I will be beaten into blood on the spot. This guy... is killing."
Ning Qi’s eyes gradually became dignified.
Obviously, the attitude of Zha Kun is not as good and kind as his face, but under the appearance of a smile, there is endless killing.
"He, he really blocked the ancestor's punch?"
Under the hegemony, Pudu’s face changed slightly. Even if he was just a punch, he might not be sure to block it. It is very likely that he was seriously injured by a punch.
However, Ning Qi is now like this. In addition to being beaten back thousands of feet, he can't see any trauma, even this punch, even his knife is not broken.
The nearby monk looked at this scene with a stunned look, subconsciously swallowed a sip of water, able to withstand the punch of the purple Kun Kun, such a record has been very proud, Qinglong mainland, can have a few such arrogance?
"Just a punch, he must not resist the second punch of the purple Kun!"
The hurricane muttered to himself.
Wang Wu glared at him.
"This knife..."
The gaze of Zi Kun fell on Ning Qi's Dragon Sword, and he felt a sigh of restraint from his own.

Is it specifically for our dragons?

Under the eyes of the purple Kun Kun flashed a trace of killing, he faintly looked at Ning Qi: "Ready to pick me up the second punch?"