"Evil Moon Finger!"

Yan Huan pointed out with a fingertip, and a trace like a crescent moon was drawn out of his fingertips, which was floating and unsteady, instantly covering several acupoints on Yu Ge’s chest.

A yin and cold air hits my face.

"It seems that this guy has a unique skill, hehe..."

Yu Ge's eyes lit up.

It may be hard to say other monks. If it were Yan Huan, he would be one of the monks he knew best.

After all, he learned most of Yan Huan's tricks on the short video app.

Although Yu Ge knew that Yan Huan had the best time to keep his hands on the box, Yan Huan, a guy who was so wise and wise, would be very generous every time he competed with him.

Therefore, Yu Ge has never seen Yan Huan’s real kung fu so far.

Unexpectedly, after transforming into Wang Ming, he could actually see Yan Huan's bottom-up skills. This is interesting.

Thinking of this, Yu Ge immediately used the trick from "The Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts".

"The beast's blood boils."

Yu Ge shouted, and blood suddenly appeared on his body.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Du nodded with satisfaction, "Wang Ming actually majored in "The Blood Notes of Ten Thousand Beasts" by my Qiankun Demon Sect, no wonder he has such a strong body. Even Yan Huan accidentally suffered a great loss."

"Uncle Master, why haven't I heard of the martial arts "The Blood Notes of Ten Thousand Beasts"?"

At this time, Huang Kuo next to him couldn't help asking.

"Of course you have never seen it. "The Blood Notes of Ten Thousand Beasts" is one of the secret techniques of our sect. Only some secretly trained disciples and disciples who have established great merits can be given the cultivation."

Zhan Du snorted coldly.

To be honest, "The Blood Notes of Ten Thousand Beasts" is not a secret within the Qiankun Demon Sect, but the practitioners are all disciples trained by secrets by the sect, and these disciples generally do not tell this secret.

Therefore, it is normal not to know the misfortune.

However, as soon as the War Poisons finished speaking, Yu Ge collided with Yan Huan fiercely.

The result was not as good as everyone imagined, or Yan Huan had the upper hand.

Instead, Yan Huan screamed and quickly shrank back. After a closer look, Yan Huan's fingers had been bent in an unnatural way.

"This is so hard!"

Yan Huan endured the severe pain and forced her fingers straight, looking at Yu Ge in disbelief.

His evil moon finger is his unique skill at the bottom of the box.

Once the practice is successful, it will be enough to enhance the strength of your fingers several times.

Now he has opened the Demonic Heaven and used the Evil Moon Finger. Logically speaking, even a body refining cultivator of the same level is enough to leave several transparent holes on the other party’s body.

But unexpectedly, the hole was not left, but my fingers were bent, which was speechless.

"Yan Huan, please take out your skill quickly, otherwise you won't hurt me with just such a juggling trick."

Yu Ge smiled, but felt a severe pain in his chest.

If someone could see Yu Ge's chest now, he would definitely find that blood had flowed out of the three acupoints on Yu Ge's chest.

However, Yu Ge is a man who is more pretentious and uses spiritual energy to seal the wound. It is impossible to see it outside.

Finally, the light and shadow effect of the "Beasts Blood Note" trick blinded, causing everyone to feel that Yu Ge is not hurt at all.

"This is too perverted. My evil moon pointer can cut out several transparent holes even when I encounter a master in the middle stage of the Five Aggregation Realm. I didn't expect that I would fall into this Wang Ming!"

Yan Huan looked at her fingers and was shocked.

He knew very well how powerful his evil moon finger was, but it was a bit unreasonable that he did not cause any harm to Yu Ge.

Thinking of this, the figure suddenly popped out in Yan Huan's mind.

"This Wang Ming must be Zhang Zhao!"

Yan Huan was shocked.

Although the person opposite was very different from Zhang Zhao's appearance, expression, and skills, he felt that Wang Ming was very similar to Zhang Zhao.

Of course, he couldn't tell which aspect he was like.

"Why do you want to test it?"

Yan Huan's eyes flashed, and she had a clear plan in her heart.

"I was so scared that I dared not move?"

Yu Ge smiled strangely.

"Speak less nonsense, look at the fist."

Yan Huan moved his body and instantly appeared in front of Yu Ge, punching Yu Ge in the face.

"Good come!"

Yu Ge moved his palms and faced the challenge.

Only a crackling sound was heard, Yan Huan and Yu Ge separated again.

"It's great, come again!"

Yan Huan roared and rushed over again.

"good!"

Yu Ge's palms opened and closed, dancing tightly.

Yan Huan also had a strong fist style, and his fist was as strong as his flesh.

The two of them fought head-on and quickly, and in a flash, they fought hundreds of ways, which made the monks around them look at them and cheered loudly.

The two of them also played happily, feeling like they met a match.

When the two separated again, Yu Ge was already breathing slightly, but Yan Huan's face turned blue in pain.

"Did you become a knot? Doesn't it hurt at all?"

Yan Huan's fist had already broken his skin, and was trembling slightly at this moment, and drops of blood dripped from his fist to the ground.

"Your two tricks are just giving me itching."

Yu Ge's words are sharp.

To be honest, he actually suffered a lot, but there are so many people right now that he can't say such a shameful thing.

"Good guy, I don't believe you are really a stunning fight. The Eighteen Killings of the Waste God!"

Yan Huan was so angry that she smoked from Yu Ge, and finally she had no reservations anymore.

Only the sound of firecrackers sounded from Yan Huan's body, and the next moment it appeared in front of Yu Ge.

"First kill!"

Yan Huan roared angrily, and suddenly his strength seemed to double.

"Good come!"

Yu Ge fitted up and took Yan Huan's move with one palm.

But unexpectedly, Yan Huan's move had a great potential and was immediately attacked by Yan Huan and stepped out.

"Second kill!"

A loud bang came from Yan Huan's bones again, and his power doubled again.

"Chianye Poison Palm!"

Yu Ge's face changed and he had to use his own unique skills.

"The third kill!"

Yan Huan roared with gritted teeth, and his strength doubled.

Seeing this scene, Yu Ge's face changed, "What a powerful martial art, can you double your strength in every kill?"

However, at this time, Yan Huan's third kill had already arrived. At the critical moment, Yu Ge had to use the technique of fighting left and right, "The Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts" in one hand and the Thousand Leaf Palm in the other hand, and took over Yan Huan's move.

However, at this time, Yan Huan was almost crazy. As soon as the third kill ended, he shouted again, "Fourth kill!"

"You are paralyzing, this is forcing me!"

A trace of lightning flashed in Yu Ge's eyes, and the Flying Thunder God's Technique was quietly activated.

The speed of the moves in his hand suddenly became faster, and it took several moves to block Yan Huan's killing.

Of course, the most core "Sword Crazy Song" and Samadhi True Fire Yu Ge were not used. Even so, Yan Huan could force Yu Ge to this level. This is the first of all the foundation-building cultivators that Yu Ge encountered.

"Fifth Kill!"

When he shouted for the fifth kill, blood was already flowing out of Yan Huan's nose, although his strength doubled again.

But Yu Ge felt that Yan Huan should have reached its limit.

"You're so fucking desperate!"

Yu Ge was very angry.

He just wanted to try Yan Huan's limits, but he didn't let Yan Huan fight to the death.

Who knew that this guy was so stupid?

"Sixth Kill!"
Chapter completed!