Chapter 2489: There are still thirty minutes (four more)

"call--"
Huang Pu Ao was very angry, and felt that Ye Tianlong was too arrogant. He took the last fluke as capital, and he was absolutely reckless.
And thinking of Murong Jun's warning, she slapped the three of herself, and she became even more arrogant in her heart.
Therefore, this kick is vigorous and vigorous.
Huang Pu's arrogant and cold pretty face didn't have a trace of dignity, and he didn't put the young Ye Tianlong at ease.
She felt that even if this foot didn't explode Ye Tianlong's head, it would still make him shatter half of his body.
"Miss Huangpu is angry, he is going to die!"
"Miss Huangpu is number one in the new country, and ten of these guys are not enough."
"Look at him sitting there, not calm, but frightened."
Dozens of men and women in Huayi also shook their heads and pointed, with contempt in their eyes, as if they felt that Ye Tianlong would definitely die.
Guo Jimeng also leaned in the chair carelessly, leaning back and waiting for Ye Tianlong's dying struggle.
"Be careful--"
Just when Ding Liuyue cared subconsciously, Ye Tianlong sitting on the chair suddenly raised his hand, lifting a heavy hand with his left hand and patted her ankle.
"boom!"
Huangpu felt a shock in his right leg, the momentum stopped instantly, and then there was acupuncture-like pain.
When Guo Jimeng and the others were surprised that Ye Tianlong was okay, Huang Pu Ao also took a breath, and she found that Ye Tianlong's strength was beyond her imagination.
"call--"
Huang Pu Ao, who didn't work with one kick and felt bad, reacted in time, his body was vertical, and his whole body was flying like a leaf.
Very fast.
It's just that she is fast, Ye Tianlong is faster, and the chair under her turned around, like a cannonball blasting out, taking the retreating Huang Puao straight.
Seeing the chair smashed over, Huang Pu, who was too late to escape, yelled, his hands were wrong, and he patted the chair again.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the chair was smashed by Huangpu Ao, and she fell to the ground with a crash, but she also had a pain in her mouth, withdrew four or five steps back, with blood in the corners of her mouth.
At this point, Huang Pu Ao realized that Ye Tianlong was much stronger than herself, and was definitely not the quasi-rank 8 master she had originally judged.
Unfortunately, she understood it too late.
A master fight, even the slightest negligence or contempt, will bring fatal mistakes.
Ye Tianlong didn't miss this opportunity. When the chair was thrown out, he also slid out seven or eight meters.
Punch out.
"Zi—"
The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground at high speed sounded like firecrackers.
Huang Pu Ao was shocked. As an 8-Rank master, she was able to judge that Ye Tianlong's next blow would surely be shocking!
"kill--"
Huang Pu Ao had no time to dodge, so he could only shout violently, his palms overlapped, and he could protect his chest.
As soon as Huang Pu Ao constructed a line of defense, Ye Tianlong rushed over with a punch.
Fist and palm collide.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Huang Pu proudly snorted, and the whole person was like a broken kite, shooting out backwards, crashing through the crowd behind.
Afterwards, she fell heavily to the ground, her face as earthy, she did not expect Ye Tianlong to be so powerful.
More than a dozen beautiful girls with elegant postures and a sense of superiority holding wine glasses originally wanted to watch Ye Tianlong's jokes, but they turned out to be subversive.
They looked as if they had swallowed a stone and pinched them on their throats, very uncomfortable and uneasy.
Guo Jimeng also widened his eyes. He didn't expect Huang Puao to fail, let alone her being shot down, and then he took out the phone and sent a text message.
Huo Zicai secretly called for his orders to stand on the right team.
Huang Puao struggled twice before standing up. Ye Tianlong looked at the murderous woman with some surprise:
"Not dead yet?"
Huang Pu Ao squeezed out: "Who are you?"
"Me? Didn't you just say it?"
Ye Tianlong slowly approached Huang Pu Ao, with a touch of joking on his face: "I don't know how high the sky is, the self-righteous kid."
Huang Pu Ao's voice sank: "Are you fighting against the Guo Family?"
Ye Tianlong smiled faintly: "I said that when it's ten o'clock, Xu Qing is not seen, and the head falls."
"Go to hell!"
Feeling Ye Tianlong's killing intent and sarcasm, Huang Pu yelled proudly, then bounced off the ground with a flick of his left hand, and a military stab shot out.
At the same time, she flashed a dagger again and slammed Ye Tianlong straight.
This is the end of the matter and I can only give it a go.
"Snapped--"
Facing the shooting army thorn, Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand on one side of his body and grabbed the army thorn.
At this moment, Huang Pu Ao slammed in front of Ye Tianlong and slashed out.
"Wow!"
Ye Tianlong didn't have any extra thoughts at all, he shook his army stab, and fended off the sharp saber with a sound.
The two swords collided and opened, Ye Tianlong withdrew one step, Huang Pu Ao stepped back five steps, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood.
Ye Tianlong didn't stop, strode forward, and the army stab turned and stabbed at Huang Puao who was back.
Huang Pu Ao's face changed drastically, she felt Ye Tianlong's power, shouted angrily, and then brandished a dagger to block the thorn.
"when!"
The army thorn pierced into the blade light like a rainbow, and with a bang, the blade light burst open in an instant, and it couldn't support the penetration power of the thorn.
The saber in her hand also clicked, broke in half and fell down.
"thorn--"
The imposing force of the army stabbing is undiminished, taking Huang Puao's chest straight.
On this thorn, there is a vigorous and murderous aura that will never give up.
Huang Pu Ao was shocked, she could almost feel the breath of death, subconsciously let go of the broken dagger, and grasped the thorn with both hands.
She wanted to stop the military stabbing.
But the lethality contained in Ye Tianlong's move was completely beyond Huang Pu Ao's imagination.
"thorn--"
Although Huang Pu Ao held the army thorns in both hands, the arrogant power of the army thorns was still unstoppable, and the thorn tips slipped out of his palms with blood.
"Ding--"
When Huang Pu Ao shouted and exhausted his strength, the army thorn stopped at Huang Pu Ao's heart.
The armor blocked the thorn tip.
"Wow!"
When Huang Pu Ao stabilized his army and prepared to give Ye Tianlong a counter-attack, he saw Ye Tianlong sneer, his fists soaring.
The power is pouring down instantly.
"Do not--"
Huang Pu proudly trembled, roared, his whole body strength pressed on, trying to block the advance of the assassin.
It's just that she couldn't resist at all, the army stab glide unstoppable from her palm.
"flutter!"
The army thorns passed away in a flash, and Huang Pu Ao stopped all his actions.
Huang Pu Ao didn't shout or struggle, but suddenly, like a robot that lost power, shaking and falling to the ground.
Her hands were bleeding, and the army pierced her heart, poking out from behind.
Huang Puao's eyes were full of anger and shock. She stared at Ye Tianlong, her mouth twitched constantly, full of fear, doubt and unbelief...
Nine-Rank... Nine-Rank...
Huang Pu Ao spit out a mouthful of blood, fully aware of Ye Tianlong's power, and guessed his strength...
Who is this kid?
Huang Puao looked at Ye Tianlong, unbelievable...
"flutter--"
Ye Tianlong stepped forward and pulled out his army thorn, Huang Pu's proud breath slumped a thousand miles, crashed to the ground, and died.
The only eighth rank of the new country, just like this, died in the hands of Ye Tianlong that could not be resisted.
The expressions of the men and women in Chinese clothes who had not taken the slightest attention to Ye Tianlong as a hillbilly were all frozen at this moment.
The smiles on their faces seemed to be stuck with glue, and they remained rigid, unable to bloom.
Let alone what spring breeze is proud of.
Ye Tianlong didn't even look at Huang Puao, walked back to Guo Jimeng and flicked his watch:
"There are still thirty minutes..."