I can't forget you, I can't forget your smile, I can't forget your goodness, I can't forget the lingering in the rain, I can't forget the hug that night, I can't forget the melancholy of parting, and I can't forget the trouble of longing. I can't forget... But when this person I can't forget was forced to abduct by others, as a man in her life, what should Yang Zhao and what can he do?

If he pointed out his relationship with Mingyue, I believe Yang Xuangan would be willing to give Mingyue back to him? But at this moment, Yang Zhao felt a "boom" sound in his mind, and he was furious in an instant, and he was no longer willing to use this "peaceful and rational" method to solve the problem. The infinite electric body movement was moving, and the little prince flashed forward, and shook Hu Niu and Bao Niu with a heavy and fast method. Xunfeng You's palm power then lifted Mingyue and the other woman to send it to Che Li. The rest of his life was not over, and he slapped Yang Xuangan's face with a slap, and scolded: "Dans are dead, you should beat him!" Before he finished speaking, a crisp sound of "slap". Yang Xuangan was beaten so hard that he leaned back, and five red finger marks appeared on his right cheek.

Unlimited electricity won by tertiary power, but it was not very lethal. In addition, Yang Zhao made a series of actions before slapping him. Although the sound was loud, Yang Xuangan was not injured. It was just that such an insult was even more uncomfortable for Yang Xuangan, who had been used to being flattered and flattered by others for the rest of his life. His facial features on his pretty face quickly twisted, his pupils contracted and his eyes were so passionate, and he shouted angrily: "Dog bastard, how dare you insult me?"

The hot and hot spirit instantly followed the strong murderous aura and ran away all over his body. Yang Xuangan was like crazy and rushed towards the little prince with wind and thunder. This was no longer an ordinary martial arts competition, but a real move to kill people! The speed of his coming was definitely far beyond anyone's imagination.

The golden magical hand immortal soldiers lingered in the residual lightning and raised their palms to greet each other, and the loud noise was deafening. A burst of hot air flow then bulged up and spread in all directions. The Qiluo soldiers closest to them suddenly felt as if they were in a high-temperature furnace, and they couldn't help but retreat backwards in a panic. The little prince was always at a loss and took action first. The old force had already been eliminated and the new force had not been born. They were unable to gather enough energy in a hurry. They were immediately invaded by the fire force and retreated for three steps in a row. They felt that their arm bones were about to break and moxibustion was extremely painful. This was still the magical hand immortal soldiers blocked it, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

The five finger marks on his face made Yang Xuangan's crazy expression, and even the noble identity of the royal descendant was thrown away. He wanted to slash the little prince's bones and ashes to vent his hatred in his heart. After taking the sweetness, he became even more powerful and refused to forgive him. He jumped up and scolded, "Dog bastards don't want to escape, take your life!" His palms were endless, like heavy rain and thunder. Yang Zhao also shot out the real fire, "Ha~" and spit out the turbid air, and cursed: "Stinky beast, I will send you to hell first!" He unleashed the ice and fire mantis fist that he had not used for a long time. The fire mantis cuts the wheat, the sickle cuts the neck, and used three tricks of the tricky seven-star attacks at the same time. His domineering murderous aura was not inferior to Yang Xuangan.

Both of them are the top masters of the young generation. At this time, they each had resentment and fought each other. They also showed twelve percent of their abilities, attacking like crazy tigers, fighting with each other, and fighting fiercely and brilliantly. But when they heard the sound of dull explosions burst, they seemed to be roaring and tangling in the field. The sand and rocks shattered everywhere they went, burning when they encountered objects, and the quiet street seemed to turn into a sea of ​​purgatory fire. Not only did the Qiluo army feel frightened, but even Che Li, who had always ranked first among the five tribes, was shocked and felt ashamed of himself in secret.

"Crack~ Boom!" A loud noise came, and the two carriages in the Duke of Yue's mansion were blown into pieces by the two men who fought fiercely. The broken wood flew, and four strong horses fell to the ground in a sarcastic voice, and were so scared that they could no longer stand up. Yang Zhao and Yang Xuangan separated backwards, one of whom had broken clothes and the other had a burst of armor, but they were barely tied, with no winner.

Yang Xuangan was always a shame, but he was definitely not a blind and arrogant person. The flame skills he practiced were divided into six levels of heaven, the first five levels were fire catastrophe, fire catastrophe, heavenly fire catastrophe, ghost fire catastrophe, and divine fire catastrophe. At the New Year's banquet on New Year's Eve, Yang Xuangan returned in a feathered manner in the seventh level of ice and fire in the Heavenly Monk, and from then on, he knew that his martial arts were still inadequate. So he stayed silent for more than two months and practiced hard. His martial arts were so rapid that he climbed from the realm of the Heavenly Fire Calamity to the realm of the Divine Fire Calamity, and was only half a step away from the final gathering of fire. At this moment, he felt unprecedented insults and swore to the little prince quickly. He immediately exhaled and shouted and urged the valley, increasing his skills to the second level of the Heavenly Fire Calamity, jumping up like a broken tiger, and his palms were spinning like a turbo. It was his ultimate skill, Fire Wheel Purgatory.

The fierce fire of the violent fire catastrophe is twice as powerful as the first heaven. The overwhelming palm shadows bombarded the situation, and the momentum was extremely complicated and unpredictable. Yang Zhao was in the brunt of the fire, and in an instant he felt that his skin was hot and split, as if he was being dragged into the hell of fire. The little prince roared loudly and collapsed, and his steps were swept and slashed. The mantis's devilish hand mantis broke the car and slashed the chariot, and the steps were swept and the barbs were flirting with each other. The strange and righteous people worked together to fight against the strong, using simple and broken the traditional and straight to the circle. But seeing the sparks splashing, the purgatory moves of the fire wheel immediately collapsed and collapsed, and Yang Xuangan was shocked and angry, and he couldn't help but lose his power and flew backwards. The spreading fire power was out of control and ejected into all directions, and immediately blasted the walls and ground on both sides of the road into pieces.

What a master is concerned about is the rise and fall of momentum. Yang Xuangan suffered consecutive setbacks, and his murderous aura in his chest was invisibly lowered. One was rising and the other was getting worse, and Yang Zhao was even more energetic. The "water and fire" under his feet attracted strong propulsion. The tiger rushed forward and pointed his fingers at the left and right. It was the most domineering ice and fire corpse in the Ice and Fire Mantis Fist. Before the move came, the surging murderous aura had already locked Yang Xuangan tightly, and he would never give up if he could escape to the ends of the world. Qi Luojun and Che Li were both shocked, but it was too late to stop it.

At the critical moment of life and death, the heavy threat of death made Yang Xuangan's mind clear. He hooked his toes in his ears and hooked the strong horse on the ground weighing hundreds of pounds into the air. His palms quickly pushed forward at the same time, and sent the poor beast to the little prince like a scapegoat. "Puff, puff" two muffled sounds, and the mantis' fingers pierced into the belly of the horse at the same time. The two completely opposite true qi of cold and heat exploded completely, invading internally and insulting each other, repelling and exploding. With the loud "bang~", the whole horse exploded like a human bomb, and the broken bones were scattered all over the sky, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

This strong horse is a famous horse that the Turks paid tribute. It can be said to be worth a thousand gold. But it is used to exchange for a chance to breathe and reorganize the offensive and come back, which is definitely worth it in Yang Xuangan's consciousness. He seized the opportunity and stepped forward to fly in the air to seize the favorable situation. The Heavenly Fire Tribulation of the Third Heaven was urged, and the sharp fire power burned half of the sky into red. The momentum did not fall but rose. Yang Xuangan's palms clapped his chest, and immediately even his head was stimulated by the sharp internal force. With a deafening shout, the strongest master of the young generation, who was known as the "Rebirth of the Overlord", flew down and pounced down. The sky fire burned the city in the air like a mountain pressing down on the top of Tai, and wanted to burn the little prince directly to ashes, and both body and spirit were destroyed!

Faced with unprecedented fierce moves, Yang Zhao was not afraid, sat on the horse in a deep stance, walked around his body, clenched his fists and made a series of crackling sounds, and used the force of a bombardment to strike out - ruthless thunder!

The four strongest arms, two extraordinary moves, were connected at the same time, success, failure, life and death, all of them were included. The rabbits were rising and falling, and the sky was shaking and the earth was shaking, and as the literal meaning was shown, without a half discount. Qiluo Jun, Mingyue and the woman, and even Che Li felt that the entire space had shaken several times. His mind was hit by the fierce fighting energy of both sides, and he felt pain split. Everyone stood unsteadily and fell to the ground one after another. The bluestone slab under Yang Zhao's feet cracked and sunk into a pit, with a serious expression. Yang Xuangan showed joy on his face, and then he tried to completely kill the only strong enemy he had seen in his life. But he never expected that the internal strength of the Heavenly Fire Tribulation was just about to be promoted to the realm of the Ghost Fire Tribulation, and the little prince suddenly burst into spring thunder and shouted: "Break~!"

The thunder suddenly moved, and the clamor with powerful internal strength smashed hard on his head like a hammer of Qianjun. Yang Xuangan's mind was dizzy, and his internal breathing was immediately unsustainable. The ruthless thunder then exploded in a series of bursts, and its strength increased more than twice as much as it was a second level of ruthless thunder modified and sorted out by Mahaye.

The violent power that was comparable to dozens of kilograms of nitroglycerin explosion exploded completely, like a tsunami and a mountain collapse, rolling wildly towards Yang Xuangan. In an instant, the so-called reincarnation overlord was shocked and could not be increased. At this moment, even if he was determined to fight with his back, he was completely powerless. But seeing the defeat as a mountain, his whole body was shook high into the sky, and his arms and ribs on his chest were combined. The Qiluo army exclaimed in unison, "Young Master~~" but it was hard to get any response.

With the loud "dong~" sound, Yang Xuangan fell heavily to the ground. Finally, he was lucky. He did not break his head and neck when he landed. Even so, the impact force was still extraordinary, which made his internal organs churned like boiling, connecting several mouthfuls of blood, and couldn't even get up. Yang Zhao stepped forward, reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted it up, and said angrily: "I want you to dare to bully my wife again! Let you bully the people again, let you talk nonsense again, and make you look at the king again!" One sentence was like a slap in the face, "cracking" one after another, and instantly slapped the noble prince of the rich into a red and swollen pig's head. Che Li frowned and looked for a while, and finally couldn't help but say hello: "Junior brother, is it enough? If you continue to fight, you will die."

The little prince snorted coldly and ignored it, still arching left and right. Yang Xuan felt his cheeks break from swollen, and blood kept splashing, making the ground and the little prince's own hands full of red. Seeing him like this, Che Li didn't dare to persuade him anymore. Instead, the group of Qiluo soldiers couldn't bear to be beaten by this abuse, and knelt around Yang Zhao, kowtowing to him desperately, with a sad and pitiful look on his face. The little prince beat him in one breath.

After saying a few hundred times, seeing that Yang Xuangan was dying and only half of his life was left, he slapped him down to the ground and shouted: "The prince breaks the law and he still has the same crime as the people. When you do something, don't think you can escape. Death crimes can be avoided, but life crimes cannot be spared!" He turned around and said: "Senior Brother Cheli, please go to the county government office of Daxing County. I want to see if the world of the Sui Dynasty is up to me, the one with the surname Yang, or the one with the surname Yang."

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It’s very unhappy if there are no soft girls on Christmas Eve. It’s even more unhappy if there are no soft girls on Christmas.
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