Before he finished speaking, the air around Song Ming was drained instantly. A half-spherical white air hood slowly rose up, covering Song Ming, completely blocking the influx of air outside, creating an almost vacuum environment inside the air hood.

It is for the vacuum world!

In the wind channel, the "Vacuum World" is an invincible Taoist technique. This qi shield can not only last for a long time, but also firmly lock on the target's spiritual roots and continuously move as the target moves. As long as the opponent is any living creature, it can be consumed alive and killed, which is a bug.

Bai Jie, who was watching the battle with a cold eyes, knew the horror of the "vacuum world". She tried her best to keep calm at this moment, but her nervous mood had already reached her throat.

Even if she didn't believe that Song Ming could defeat Qi Yu, deep down, she always had a trace of inexplicable expectation for him. She watched Song Ming walk step by step, creating miracles after another...

The crowd held their breath and stared at Song Ming intently.

One minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

A quarter of an hour passed...

Gradually, there were whispers in the crowd:

"It's over, Song Ming's defeat is so satisfying!"

"Uncle Qi Yu's vacuum world... is simply a bug!"

"But this guy is too resistant to fighting. Is he really a black technology monster?"

"Even if the monster is powerful, it is just a beast after all. How can it be our human opponent?"

"It's a terrible sight. This can no longer be considered a battle. This is a unilateral torture!"

Qi Yu didn't hear any of these voices.

Because he heard what the audience didn't hear.

A whisper from the vacuum hood:

"If you don't draw your sword, you will never be able to kill me... What are you afraid of?"

This sentence comes from the mouth of Song Ming, who should have died of suffocation.

Qi Yu's heart was shocked, the corners of his eyes gradually turned black, his eyes were terrifyingly cruel, and blue veins on his forehead were about to explode:

"At the moment, yet, yet, not dead - OK, just as you wish!"

The strongest thing for a monk is actually not ordinary Taoist art, but Taoist art from his natal body.

For example, Qi Yu, the strongest one is sword technique... the sword technique from the natal sword!

Qi Yu's natal sword is called the Wind God Sword.

Its interior is hollow design, filled with a lot of natal air, which can be released outside and held inside; the fine lines of the sword blade are carved, including special aerodynamic design and huge "spiritual sharp" blessing, and can be called a generation of magic weapons!

Since ancient times, good swords are matched with magic tricks. Qi Yu's sword drawing technique is called -

"Wind God slashes with one sword!"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Yu drew his sword instantly.

The sword blade flashed with a cold light, and the soles of his feet slipped instantly, and his whole body flew towards the pine sound like a strong wind.

In terms of running speed, no one can beat the monks of the earth and stone path.

In terms of swimming speed, no one can swim past the Shimizudo Samurai.

In terms of flight speed, no one can fly over the Fengliu Warrior.

This is what the medium does.

At this moment, Qi Yu's heroic posture of flying against the ground, like a kingfisher instantly swept across the water.

In the scene and in front of the TV, except Bai Jie and Kidd, women from 99.99, who were eighteen years old and eighty, all had their hearts full of spring and beautiful eyes staring at the moment of beauty.

Smiling alone.

His name is Songming.

No, his name is-

Actors!

now--

Unexpectedly, Song Ming, who had just been lying on the ground and dying, suddenly shaved his feet, and then fucked Qi Yu, who was flying in, and fucked!

A punch passed by...

The fist was bored...

I was bored...

Go past...

past……

go……

A quarter of the vacuum time not only did not suffocate Song Ming, but instead restored Song Ming a lot of muscle strength.

He knew clearly the gap between himself and Qi Yu. He understood that once he failed to attack, the opponent would inevitably set aside and exhaust himself. So he was waiting for an illusion that would make the opponent feel absolutely safe, waiting for a close attack that the opponent made after being in a human face or being furious, and waiting for an opportunity to punch the opponent without any hesitation.

This fist that has been prepared for a long time and has been waiting for a long time is called the Nine Styles—

The movie master version of the heavy punch!

His fist was fast and fierce, with great force and heavy force, and it hit Qi Yu's head side.

The fist was straight and then down, drawing a beautiful arc, punching his entire head to the ground, and because his body was connected to his head, it slowly "floated" like yellow autumn leaves.

In the eyes of the audience, this was only a matter of half a second - Qi Yu flew over and Qi Yu landed on the ground - Qi Yu was knocked to the ground like a fly by a slap in the pine ring.

The execution ground suddenly solidified, and in an instant, it was silent.

Everyone took a breath of air, their eyes were astounded as if they were surging waves. Even Qi An, Qi Yu Xiaobao, Shidao Bishops, and even Bai Jie who was watching the battle were so surprised that they could not speak.

At this moment, Qi Yu's head was punched to the ground, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his body was constantly twitching, and blood and white foam came out of his mouth. His brain was violently shaking in an instant, and his consciousness appeared briefly blank.

The vacuum world disappears!

Song Ming shook his body, followed and punched him, broke Qi Yu's right hand holding the sword, bowed, put his mouth close to Qi Yu's ear, and gave a quotation that was extremely worthy of beating:

"I'm sorry, I forgot to say to you, you can't kill me even if you draw your sword!"

This extremely worthy sentence hit Qi Yu's self-esteem deep in his heart, causing his consciousness to be pulled back from the edge of coma, and then he suddenly pinched his fingers with one hand:

"Spiritual understanding!"

Song Ming leaned over and grinned:

"It's late."

Then he fell down, smashed Qi Yu's right chest, opened a big hole in his right body, and instantly crushed his spiritual roots.

Then he turned over and stepped on Qi Yu's neck with one foot:

"Thank you for your reminder, I reminded you of the sesame thing you trampled on the ground ten days ago. Now we have cleared up the two. Can you let me leave?"

"You beast..."

After throwing such a sentence with his swollen sausage mouth, the peerless uncle Qi Yu lost consciousness due to the shattered spiritual roots.

For Qi Yu, his career as a monk and even his entire life ended, and his decades of unparalleled romantic time ended, and the next one will be...

Sorry, he has nothing to do next.

The female audience burst into tears when they were disappointed and left, and the ones who turned off the TV.

And all the men's eyes gathered on another man.

Another grassroots man who always fights with injuries but keeps pretending at all times.

There are talented people in the world. The romantic legend of the Star Fire Kiling Academy, which is known as the most handsome man in a thousand years, will eventually become an annotation of another legend and become the legend of the forbidden king called "YiBendao".

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Preview: Chapter 0069, the leader of the solar system

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