Chapter 839: Powerful Pei Shaoqing

"Account?"
Luo Yan's words just fell, and there was a sudden binge among the crowd. Immediately afterwards, a silhouette burst out and appeared in front of Lu Chen in an instant.
Come here, He Ran is Pei Shaoqing.
His right hand rested on the hilt, and he gazed at Luo Yan with fierce eyes, "You have to explain, I will give you, I'm afraid you can't bear it!"
The sudden appearance of Pei Shaoqing was completely beyond Luo Yan's expectations. After the initial stun, he quickly recovered as before.
He admits that Pei Shaoqing, who understands the mystery of the wind, although it is only the six-fold cultivation practice of His Holiness, but his strength is quite good.
but.
Compared with him, it is far from enough. As long as Pei Shaoqing dares to shoot, he confidently defeats it within ten strokes.
"Pei Shaoqing, this is something between me and Lu Chen. It has nothing to do with you. Leave your consciousness quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for turning upside down in public."
Luo Yan looked dull, threatening with a low voice.
at the same time.
Wei Qitian appeared next to Luo Yan without trace, staring at Pei Shaoqing, the threat in his eyes made no secret.
Because of the same enemy, and being rescued by Luo Yan twice in a row, Wei Jietian and Luo Yan were already to challenge the ship.
"Turn your face ruthlessly? I want to see how you turn your face today ..."
When he rose, Pei Shaoqing suddenly burst into an extremely arrogant breath. When this breath came out, he suddenly distorted the void around his body, and the ground under his feet was also split apart ...
"You ... broke through ..."
Luo Yan's complexion changed slightly, and the fluctuation of Yuan Li's body that Pei Shaoqing radiated from his body was awesome.
Pei Shaoqing during the Sixth Period of His Holiness, even if he understood the mysteries of the wind, is not terrible. Luo Yan is confident that he can stabilize the latter. Now, Pei Shaoqing has broken through to the Seventh Sage of the Venerable, and with the mystery of the wind, he can completely communicate with himself Fight for the edge and even win the battle.
Luo Yan's complexion changed dramatically.
The same is true of Wei Jietian.
At this time. He looked at Pei Shaoqing's eyes, extremely complicated, envious of jealousy ...
"Sister Lu Chen, let's go!"
Seeing that Luo Yan and Wei Jietian were shocked by themselves, Pei Shaoqing didn't want to push the two to death, and as soon as he got his momentum, he turned to Lu Chen and said.
Lu Chen nodded gently, but he had no intention of letting Pei Shaoqing take his place. His hatred should be ended by himself, and it was not his character to fake others.
Luo Yan was hesitant. This time, it was his best chance to reinvent Lu Chen as his rival. Once he missed it, it would be more difficult to think about Lu Chen next time. Moreover, Lu Chen ’s talent for cultivation also made him Feel the threat.
Thinking of this, Luo Yan is not concerned, and the body works with force, so he wants to force Lu Chen to stay ...
However, without waiting for his shot, Pei Shaoqing, who was staring at him aside, shot first, and the goal was Luo Yan.
"Uh!"
Prompted by the mystery of the wind, Pei Shaoqing instantly boosted his speed to the extreme, and immediately bullied himself in front of Luo Yan. At the same time, a violent force fluctuation suddenly exploded from his body. Under everyone's horrifying eyes, Pei Shaoqing His fist, carrying a terrible power, slammed into Luo Yan at a speed of electro-optical flint.
When Pei Shaoqing launched the attack, Luo Yan's complexion suddenly changed at this moment, and he was shocked with a lot of horror, because he could feel that the power contained in Pei Shaoqing's fist was extremely terrible, like the outbreak of Foshan Hong, it was heart-wrenching. Tremble.
What makes Luo Yan really afraid is that this punch is obviously integrated into the meaning of the wind. The speed is too fast, too fast, so fast that he simply cannot make an effective counterattack.
It was too late to consider why Pei Shaoqing had just broken through the Seventh Level of His Holiness, Luo Yan was so strong that he retreated backward.
Pei Shaoqing, who had already stared at him and was ready to give Luo Yan a painful lesson, would he let him retreat safely, and suddenly, the Profound Truth of the Wind was urged to the extreme by him, his fists screamed out, leaving a residual image in the sky ...
Luo Yan just stepped back half a step, and Pei Shaoqing's fist appeared on the chest of the former with a sorrowful breaking sound. The fist was thick and mountainous, and he poured out mercilessly and bombarded Luo Yan's body.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise.
Then everyone can see that the body strength of Luo Yan's body was smashed by a fist, the fist wind roared, and his upper body and shirt were also burst under the fist.
A thick and mountainous punch finally slammed Luo Yan's chest fiercely. When the fist broke out, vaguely, the sound of bone fragmentation could be heard. Luo Yan's face suddenly became very white, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, The body flew out like a broken paper kite, and then fell heavily on the ground, remaining unrelenting. The body glide over the ground for thousands of kilometers, leaving a deep gully.