I have a holy letter

Chapter 487, Desperate Speed
Standing next to Zhen Sushan was a handsome young man, dressed in a snow-white samurai uniform to set off his heroic body, with double hooks on his back, evil eyes, and a lazy and lazy temperament exuding from his whole body.

From the meeting until now, the man has never said a word, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhen Sushan's jealousy towards Wu Yue, and suddenly there was a little displeasure on his face. Trick? I am enough alone!"

Wu Yue turned his head and looked at him, "Say your name, I won't have a chance later."

The neither salty nor weak tone, as if he had settled on the other party, made people very angry.

The man's evil eyes narrowed into a line, he pulled out the double hooks on his back, and said coldly, "I will tell you my name, but at the moment before you die!"

Seeing that his companion was following Wu Yuemao, the purple-eyed demon Hua Zhaao moved two steps sideways, whispered into Zhen Sushan's ear and asked, "Ma'am, do you want to stop the eagle from flying?"

Zhen Sushan thought for a while, then shook her head lightly.

"No need! With Yingfei's strength, even if he can't defeat Feng Xinglie, there won't be any trouble in a short time. Besides, there should be no problem with us raiding for him. I'm actually very curious, what method will that guy use to resolve it?" My poison."

Qiang Wangsheng nodded and said, "That's right! Ying Fei has been unanimously appreciated by the master and the boss, and there is almost no rival among the younger generation. Isn't time also defeated by Ying Fei in a row?"

"What's more, even if the master takes action himself, Ying Fei may not be able to take down within thirty to fifty moves. I don't believe that Feng Xinglie is stronger than the master."

"Central Plains Wulin likes to flatter each other, but it can't be true. In my opinion, except for Feng Xinglie, other masters have a lot of water." Shan Chayue added with disdain.

Seeing that the three of them had full confidence in Yingfei, Hua Zhaao let go of his worries a little, took two steps back, and turned his eyes back to the field, while the others were also secretly on guard.

No matter how calm the words are, there is one fact that cannot be denied.

What Yingfei was facing was a master-level powerhouse who was as famous as Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun. Any slight negligence would put him in a state of irreversible doom.

Wu Yue's face was indifferent, if he was the former him, he would have been unable to hold back his agitated emotions, and rushed forward to fight Ying Fei for three hundred rounds if he was provoked face to face.

But now, after comprehending the Atlas of the God of War, breaking through to the realm of the wooden sword in the way of swordsmanship, he has made great progress in his cultivation of mental state, and his mentality has stabilized a lot.

Furthermore, after beeping for so long, it was just helping Qi Changzheng to win the chance to save people. In fact, he had already sentenced these alien races to death in his heart.

Why do you need to get angry when facing a dying person?

"I appreciate your confidence, but..."

brush!
Halfway through the conversation, a white shadow flickered like lightning, and appeared beside Ying Fei, parallel to his shoulder, as if teleporting.The body fell slowly like a feather, and the raised left hand lightly pressed on Yingfei's left shoulder.

The scene here is not so much a battle, it is more like a friend greeting for many years.

The lightning-like speed, the light posture like a butterfly dance, and the strong visual contrast create a chic and weird scene.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment!
Zhen Sushan and others who watched the battle all stared wide-eyed and froze in place.Especially Ying Fei, who was facing the attack directly, was so shocked that his hands and feet were cold, and his heart sank directly to the bottom of the valley.

Mingming's eyes can clearly see all Wu Yue's movements, but no matter the dodging of the body or the speed of swinging the double hooks, it seems to be a movie slowed down eight times.

The two are not in the same time flow rate at all!

The speed of reaction in terms of time is definitely a gap like a gap. In the face of such a terrifying speed, moves, experience, and even common sense can be directly thrown into the trash can.

"...All you have is self-confidence!"

The second half of Wu Yue's words sounded in his ears.

There is no joking, ridicule, or sarcasm, just the calmness of stating the facts.

Followed by that, and the palm on the left shoulder.

boom!Click!

The seemingly useless slap made Ying Fei's body sink. It felt like a hill suddenly pressed on his shoulders, directly blasting away the innate qi that covered his body.

Under the terrifying coercion, the shoulder blades were the first to be shattered into several pieces, followed by the ribs, spine, and leg bones...

Ying Fei let out a miserable howl, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose spurted out terrifying blood, and then his knees softened and he knelt down on the ground.The strength passed through the body into the ground, taking advantage of the opportunity to crush the bluestone pavement under his feet until it cracked countless cracks.

If you have never fought Feng Xinglie head-on, you will never know what kind of terrifying power is hidden under that peaceful smile!

This was Pang Ban's evaluation of Wu Yue, the former Ying Fei sneered at it, confident that with his own skills, even if he loses, he will not be easily defeated.

But now, when he finds that he can't even catch the opponent's move, all the pride and self-confidence in the past are crushed to ashes by this palm, leaving only unwillingness and despair!

It's a long story, but it's actually just a moment of lightning.

It wasn't until Yingfei was smashed to pieces by Wu Yue's palm that a faint afterimage gradually dissipated in the wind at the position where he was originally standing.It can be seen from this that the speed of this blow is terrifying!
Even if the red and charming sky charm is condensed in the shade, she must be willing to bow down!
"Even falling down is so slow."

It was still the tone of stating the facts, but with a powerful aura that was soul-stirring.

The fact is that in front of Wu Yue, the so-called No. 1 Mongolian young generation is nothing more than dust that can be easily crushed, vulnerable to a single blow.

Ying Fei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he could only make some unconscious gurgling sounds, the broken internal organs spilled out from his mouth along with the blood, and finally, full of unwillingness, he fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

There was a dead silence in the arena, from the blacklist-level masters to the ordinary soldiers, everyone was silent, and even their breathing was subconsciously kept to the minimum, for fear of attracting the attention of the devil.

Zhen Sushan put her bare hands in her sleeves and clenched them into fists, but she still couldn't control her trembling hands. Her delicate jade face was already covered with fragrant sweat. Even Pang Ban had never given her such deep despair, as if no matter what she did. , couldn't escape that breezy blow.

Known for her wisdom, she was able to command the hundreds of warships of the Nujiao Gang, but at this moment she couldn't think of any way.

Perhaps, this trip to the Central Plains was a wrong choice.

It's just that when I discovered this, it was too late...

(End of this chapter)