Vol 2 Chapter 3568: 3 strokes defeat you!

Yu Xiaotian listened to the words, and the corners of her mouth bent a little arc. "If you and I were fighting in the past, you wouldn't be able to survive my ten strokes, but now, I shouldn't be able to survive three strokes!"
　　
　　One of these remarks, many people on the scene were surprised. Yu Xiaotian's remarks were too arrogant.
　　
　　 The expression on Meng Lang's face also froze instantly, which was too annoying and unpredictable.
　　
　　 Actually said that he could not take three moves in his hand?
　　
　　Know that in the entire Destiny Palace, except Meng Nan, even his Meng family, no one dares to say that he can restrain him within three strokes.
　　
Yu Xiaotian, as a big disciple of fate, can't deny that he has some skills, but Meng Lang doesn't think his qualifications will be lost to him. He has inherent superiority. Hearing this phrase from Yu Xiaotian Words, undoubtedly, is a shame.
　　
　　 looked around. In addition to some of his predecessors, there were many disciples of Destiny Palace watching, but did not see Meng Nan's figure.
　　
　　Meng Lang was a little disappointed. He wanted to prove his strength in front of Meng Nan.
　　
　　 Unfortunately, Meng Nan did not seem to give him this opportunity.
　　
　　 "Yu Xiaotian, I hope your strength can have half of your effort!"
　　
　　Meng Lang sneered. Before the war, the opponents talked ruthlessly with each other, which is almost a basic routine. Meng Lang will not be scared by Yu Xiaotian's words and dare not face the battle!
　　
　　 On the contrary, he is now fighting hard!
　　
　　Yu Tian, ​​a gentle man, made a please gesture.
　　
　　 Everyone held their breath, and the World War I was about to start. Tianwei was first against Tianwei, who could laugh until the end?
　　
　　 Such a battle is very rare. Many people are making up their minds, hoping to gain some gains from watching this battle.
　　
　　Long Qingxuan stood in a corner and looked at the stage. Although his face did not fluctuate, the clenched fists behind him betrayed his current mood.
　　
　　Yu Xiaotian, you must not lose this battle!
　　
Long Qingxuan released a powerful idea in his eyes. Although he also had strong confidence in Yu Xiaotian's strength, Meng Lang was not an ordinary person after all, he was still a bit worried. If Yu Xiaotian lost, then Not only did he lose his face, but he also had to lose his destiny palace. At that time, the Meng family might embarrass them. For them, the situation will be very passive.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 On the stage, Meng Lang held his right fist in front of him, "I am a fist with ten successful forces and eight gigabytes of arrogance. Since you said that I can't pass your three strokes, how about taking my first stroke?"
　　
　　The so-called power of a wasteland can destroy a great world created by a first-order founding monk, and the power of a hundred wildness can destroy the world of a great first created by a second-tier founder.
　　
　　 This is a method of calculating the power that is spread among high-level monks in the fairy world. One trillion is one hundred billion, and one trillion is enough to destroy a nine-order world.
　　
　　 In other words, Meng Lang's punch is enough to destroy eight thousand nine-tier Hongmeng worlds.
　　
　　 For the founding monks, the world of Hongmeng is basically their source of power. This means that Meng Lang's one punch is enough to compete with eight thousand nine-rank strongmen.
　　
　　 really deserves the power of Tianwei, the power of a punch, such horror.
　　
　　 But in fact, for Meng Lang, the eight gigabytes of wild energy is still a conservative estimate. He has the blessing of the God of War and the blessing of the of war, and the blessing of the practice. The peak power must have exceeded 10 trillion.
　　
　　 10 trillion, that is, one enemy ten thousand.
　　
　　 Fairy God of War, this is Meng Lang.
　　
　　Meng Lang didn't say anything, the God of War fluttered, stepped forward, and struck Yu Xiaotian directly without a fancy punch.
　　
　　 There is no energy leakage at all, it seems to be a simple punch, the so-called Da Jian is so simple.
　　
For this punch of his own, Meng Lang is very confident. Although he suffered a loss in the hands of Su Hang last time, Su Hang is destiny. He has nothing to say, but now his opponent is Yu Xiaotian, He believed that Yu Xiaotian could take his punch, but it would never be easy.
　　
　　 If Yu Xiaotian is sensible enough, he will definitely hide, but just now he has been excited, if Yu Xiaotian hides, then he loses in momentum!
　　
However, Yu Xiaotian didn't mean to hide, and he didn't know if he didn't feel threatened, or said he didn't react. Seeing that Meng Lang's fist had come near, suddenly within a billionth of a trillionth of a second Punched towards Meng Lang with a punch.
　　
　　 "Boom!"
　　
　　Fist and fist intersect, the surrounding space is momentarily distorted and broken, and the figures of two people disappear from the front of everyone instantly.
　　
　　 The powerful enchantment that guards the ring is like a balloon, which was greatly enlarged by the violent shock wave, and almost did not burst directly.
　　
　　 Many people have the feeling that the end is coming, and the rest of the life is after the disaster.
　　
　　Is this the battle of the Tianwei Powerhouses? Although they are not in the ring, they can also feel the horror of the power that was just simmering.
　　
　　 If it is not in the martial arts world, if the ring does not have a strong enchantment guard, just the impact of that punch, it can be said that the scene can survive, I am afraid that only those strong powers of the Tianwei class.
　　
The broken space has stabilized for a long time. Under the traction of the law power, it is like a broken mirror. The debris quickly returns to its standard and recovers quickly. EbookFREE.me~ The shape of Meng Lang and Yu Xiaotian, Only then appeared in front of everyone.
　　
At this time, the two were separated by more than ten meters. Yu Xiaotian pestered the short stick, still calm, Meng Lang was the war flag fluttering behind him, his blood was boiling, like the same head was stimulated by the bloodthirsty instinct. lion.
　　
　　Meng Lang had a huge wave in his heart at this moment. This little fish could actually take his punch.
　　
　　 Over 10 trillion wild strength, such a powerful force, came over with a ninth-order strongman, and has already been bombarded into nothingness, but Yu Xiaotian is actually like a boring person.
　　
　　This has subverted Meng Lang's predictions. The strength of this guy is probably more powerful than that of the past. It is impossible for this man to be a concealed cultivator for so many years and has made a major breakthrough.
　　
　　 Thinking of what Yu Xiaotian said just now, he could defeat him within three strokes, and Meng Lang felt a bad feeling in his heart.
　　
　　 "I took a punch, then next, you take a punch!"
　　
　　 At this time, Yu Xiaotian said lightly, the voice was not down, the person had already arrived in front of Meng Lang, and it was also Meng Lang's just move. The unpretentious punch hit him.
　　
　　 This punch, compared with Meng Lang, has a little bit of killing and momentum, and looks even more surprisingly slow.
　　
　　 Meng Lang's response speed is not bad. He took a step back, the God of War behind him shivered, the ancestors madly operated, the power bred by the nine great worlds in the body was madly extracted, injected into the flesh, the whole body muscles expanded, and a faint golden light appeared.