The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1287

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1287
A burst of surprise suddenly started, the air explosion pressure swept away the white shadow, and the white shadow was bounced off by the air pressure that was drilled into, and instantly disappeared as a stream of air! “I’m here, Mocheng!”
Having been driven by that power, Mo Cheng could no longer take back that power.
Suddenly, I felt an air sound coming from the side waist, it was too late, the strength that I had just withdrawn was swept away by the right hand that was pulled back.
The sound of air was mixed with the side waist, the weakest defense, and a sound of cracking bones penetrated into the eardrum.
“what……”
This time, the pace that was steadily blasted by the force of the airflow took two steps back.
The pain spread to the whole body, and it seemed that the pain had driven Mo Cheng mad.
The right hand blasted the trend, and the anger in Mo Cheng’s mind was also sublimating: “Ye Ling, yes! Courting death!”
In front of him, there was a sudden sound of air again, huh…!, Right in front of the white shadow that stopped steadily, Mo Cheng only felt a black mark flying towards his face with lines, and it was constantly magnifying!’ ‘The sound of pedaling, the blood erupted, Mo Cheng turned his back to the sky, and slammed into the ground heavily, and his body burst into dust.
He felt that his face was numb, the bridge of his high nose, a smear of bright red was flowing out, and the blood sprayed from the dripping nose fell to the ground at the same time as the body.
Ye Ling’s high kicked right foot was still stomping in the air, lifted higher than the top of her head, her black pupils drew the faint smile on her face, and the air simulacrum that surrounded her on three sides disappeared.
Chapter 103 The Voice of Taunting
The technique of dragon body, three-image stacking, using high-speed moving body technique, simulacrum forming a shadow, simulating the three shadows, following its own attack route, moving attacks, and cooperating with the reaction of the body, knocking the opponent down in an instant.
“Mocheng, who is the trash?”
Ye Ling’s smiling sarcastic voice was passed along in the quiet brown dragon forest.
In the surrounding Mo family, the young generation, the mocking smile on their faces for the sake of watching jokes, followed by Ye Ling’s right leg kicking high into the sky, the fallen Mo Cheng, the strange face turned over on his face, Mo Cheng. It was knocked to the ground in an instant.
The face on the ground was still there: Mo Cheng, who was twitching, the blood from his nose slipped down his cheeks, and a footprint was still firmly branded on his face.
“Haha, what an ugly person, you look at the nosebleed!”
“Depressed, he won’t be able to get up after being beaten, I just pressed him to win!”
The two guys who were one meter away from Mo City, lest their voices be chaotic, had already passed in the quiet surroundings, and the gathered young generation was divided into dozens of groups, bustling with each other and whispering.
“Fat balls, hurry up, pay back my bet, I bet on the wrong treasure, damn it, this is my pocket money for half a year!”
A boy with an ugly face, seventeen or eighteen, with a tender face that has not yet been transformed, but with that ruffian’s eyes, he knew that he was not a good character.
The fat boy known as the Fat Ball held the bet money wrapped around his abdomen tightly in his arms, and said to the boy behind him with an unshakable expression: “The bet has already been placed, there is no reason to return it, the fight is still going on. It’s not over, I think Mo Cheng didn’t lose, what are you anxious about, let’s see the situation first! Weird thing, Ye Ling has to become: It’s so powerful, it’s nerve-racking!”
Ye Lao put his palm in the cuff and stood there, the white silk and black silk head silk, in the dust and smoke flying in the air, slowly swayed, blowing an air current from his mouth, driving away the dust brought by the wind, From “Mocheng, can you still fight?”
The voice pointed directly at Mocheng, who was facing the sky not far away, but there was no reply.
Mo Qing looked at Mo Cheng, who was on the ground, and turned to look at Mo Lin behind him: “Fifth brother, Ye Ling is quite powerful, what kind of trick is that, I have never seen him use it before, huhu, look, Mo The city is covered in blood!”
Covered by black lines, a few light and shadows passed through, Mo Lin and Mo Qing only had a little light in the most inconspicuous corner, in the darkness, Mo Lin was still the same… It is estimated that the bridge of the nose was interrupted, and I felt a lot of pain, yes, that kid is still hiding quite deep, but that means Mo Cheng is useless, if it were me, Ye Ling couldn’t escape my three breaths.”
“Mocheng should be able to fight again, let’s continue to see!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Cheng, who was lying on the ground, slowly sat up, shook his dizzy head, wiped off the two downward nosebleeds, and looked at Ye Ling who was smiling at him in front of him.
Turning to look at Ye Lao, he said lightly: “Ye Lao, I can fight again!”
“Ye Ling, yes, today, I will never die!”
The speed bounced, the fists swelled, and the two fists released the sound of gas explosions and flew towards Ye Ling.
The fast-moving shadow, Mo Cheng, dressed in black, swayed with the wind, as if it had never been so humiliating.
In the crowd filled with eardrums, the voices of contempt were incessant.
Chapter 104 Depleted Breath
“Ye Ling, you are dead!”
An angry roar sounded, followed by a burst of air.
“Explosive Strike”
The knuckles of the fingers made a few sounds of bones turning, and the fist changed its trajectory in the air, slamming towards Ye Ling’s chest.
Ye Ling looked at the surging fist, but when the fist was about to approach her chest, her body moved and evaded quickly, but the fist chased Ye Ling’s bouncing white shadow.
“The second technique, Longyin breaks four and five,”
Ye Ling flew upwards, over the top of his head, the outstretched palm clasped Mo Cheng’s neck, and pulled upward, Mo Cheng felt himself off the ground again.
Looking at Mo Cheng flying up, Ye Ling suddenly felt that the sea of qi had been exhausted, the first technique had used up the power of the eighth layer, and the exhausted breath had made his movements obviously not so coherent.
The technique of the dragon body is terrifying to consume internal energy, so he generally does not use it.
If you are a gas explosion mirror, I believe that this dragon body technique can be more handy.
“It’s just a little bit short, isn’t the sky as I wish?”
The depleted sea of air, the nameless golden threads wandering in the sea of air, exudes a little golden light, shining on a hazy sea of air, turbid milky white, suddenly golden light blooms, it seems that the golden thread and Ye Ling have the same thread. It seems to feel the depletion of the sea of qi, and the golden light that was entangled in the sea of qi suddenly released, the golden light shone, and the golden light scattered, the depleted sea of qi suddenly felt the fluctuation.
The milky white sea of air was mixed with golden light, and a milky white aura was being formed. This was a particularly exciting moment for Ye Ling.
With the strong breath, it filled the body.
A warm air flows through the whole body.