MTL - Jin Yong Martial Arts Otherworld Rampage-Chapter 34 Never give in

[034] Never give up. [Collection] Qingsongdao people secretly have a decision, so they will not stay here. And after all, his face was dismissed in public by his younger brother Qingxuan. Even if the Qingsong Taoist was more open-minded, he didn't have to show it to his disciples. As soon as the words were finished, the Qingsong Taoist shook his sleeves and shouted that his body had risen into the air, and the Qingsong Taoist disappeared between the houses with a leap, leaving a stunned disciple of disciples, including Zheng Biao, of course. A crowd waited.

Oh--

As soon as the audience members and disciples in Qingyun turned around, Qingsong Taoists let go and ignored, immediately hurried back and ran back, standing respectfully behind Xiao Shi Ye Xuanxuan, which is different from the previous chaos. His little uncle became the leader and backbone.

I hope that the obsession just now won't annoy Brother Three. Qing Xuan was silent, but did not regret it. As a person, sometimes you have to fight and fight. If you are afraid to do it just because your opponent has deep internal forces, then there are so many grievances, right and wrong, and contradictions in this arena. As long as everyone shines a light on the martial arts realm, people with high ranks and deep internal forces will win directly. What swords do they practice and what martial arts do they learn?

I glanced at Ma Yunyong with a look of anticipation, and then looked at Zheng Biao with a blank expression, Ye Qingxuanlang asked, "You guys-can you still compare?"

"Uncle ——-the nephew is willing!" Taking a deep breath, Ma Yunyong straightened his waist, straightened his chest, like a winning general.

Zheng Biao froze, and then yelled, "Which is not comparable, it is a bastard-"

"Good job, good job-Yun Yong, uncle Xiaoyou will complete you, fight."

"Thanks to Uncle Xiao——"

Ma Yunyong straightened his waist, yelled at Zheng Biao, "San Biaozi, Lao Tzu is here —" the momentum suddenly mentioned, and rushed forward like Xiong Yan.

Even the well-prepared Zheng Biao was shocked by the bravery that Ma Yunyong suddenly broke out at this time, panicking to dodge left and right, panic, when he was too late to dodge, it was a punch in his shoulder. The arm was numb and unbearable.

However, the gap in strength cannot be filled by courage. Although Yun Yong made a punch, Zheng Biao took the opportunity to converge and concentrate on dealing with Yun Yong's attack. After all, he was a warrior. When he focused on dodging, it was difficult for Yun Yong to attack Zheng Biao again. After a while, Zheng Biao's body recovered and immediately launched a counterattack.

疾 [Yi Yan wears a cloud palm], the palms are in a chain, and in an instant, Ma Yunyong is overturned by Zheng Biao to the ground.

I watched Yun Yong fall to the ground again, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel nervous. Relieving God, without any expression, quietly watching Yun Yong stand up again, and was knocked to the ground again.

There are still martial arts taught in the concept, but this Yun Yong, usually not serious in martial arts, relying on his good physical condition and a brave spirit, he has always been arrogant and powerful among disciples in the door. As a result, today, with the real A warrior compares, and she really has no power to fight back ... If there is no conflict, I am afraid that Yun Yong will not regret it altogether ... In this test, winning or losing is not important, because regardless of the final result, Qingyunguan will Get a good disciple.

"Uncle Xiao——"

Su Ye Yexuan suddenly felt that his sleeves were tight, and when he looked back, it was Lin Yuncong who had always been inseparable from Yun Yong.

Yun Xiaocong with tears in his eyes, almost crying and begging: "Uncle Xiao, please, don't let Yun Yong fight, he can't beat him-"

Xu gently stroked Fu Yuncong's head, and Ye Qingxuan replied softly: "Relax, Yun Cong, beard, he can't lose--"

The battle in the field was long overturned.

Even though Ma Yunyong was brave, he still couldn't get Zheng Biao's shirt on, and kept standing up, falling down, standing up, falling down ...

Xu's blood kept flowing along Ma Yunyong's mouth. His breathing was like a worn-out bellows hissing, and every time he sighed, blood spit out from his body. His body was numb and his limbs had almost lost consciousness. God knew how many bones had been broken. There are scars on his body, and he has been beaten beyond recognition. His left eyelid is swollen with only a gap left. Even so, after each fall, Ma Yunyong strove to stand up. It seems that only this instinct remains in the dizzy brain, that is-stand up ...

"Why?" Zheng Biao punched him fiercely, hitting Ma Yunyong's cheek, flying it, and two teeth fell from the air. The blood dripped down Zheng Biao's fist, and his fist shook slightly.

Zheng Biao himself is almost out of physical strength, but this **** seems to have endless physical strength and will to stand up again and again.

"Why?" Another punch. At this time no martial arts are needed anymore, just keep punching.

为什么 "Why? Why haven't you confessed that you don't have the strength to resist? Are you really not afraid of dying?"

Zheng Biao doesn't understand, really doesn't understand, just admits defeat, what is unacceptable? I lost a lot of times that year, and it ’s a big deal to go home and practice.

Why is he so persistent?

"Hum ... hum," Ma Yunyong stood up tremblingly again, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and murmured in an already vague language: "You ... you, did you see it?"

"what did you see?"

"Behind me, and the plaque on the door ..."

Zheng Biao looked around, surrounded by disciples of Qingyunguan who looked sadly. Over the crowd, a plaque hung on the door beam.

"Qing Yunguan!" Zheng Biao murmured.

"No, yes-it's Qingyunguan"-Ma Yunyong lifted his head in a difficult way, and almost never opened his eyes with a glory never before: "Uncle Xiaojia said, under this plaque, only The fallen man did not admit defeat— "

Zheng Biao was deterred instantly--the fist stopped involuntarily for the first time, and there was only Ma Yunyong's words in his ears: "There is only a fallen man, no confession--" silly big man, this is yours Obsessed?

When Ma Yunyong made this remark, it was not only Zheng Biao who was shocked, but also a dozen disciples of Qingyun Guan who were beside him.

Zhe Lin Yuncong even covered her small mouth, tears could not stop.

Ye Qingxuan stunned in his heart, thinking of a joke of his own, that has become Yun Yong's insistence for many years ...

更 "What's more ..." Ma Yunyong's eyes showed a joke, "I, how can I lose to a girl ---"

Let your mother shit!

Silly big man, your TM is a stinky shit! To this day, you still look down on me, you are obviously looked down on me like a pig's head, you still look down on me ... Over the years of resentment, Zheng Biao, with a full of anger, vented on Ma Yunyong severely ...

The ideal of shit, the persistence of shit, in this world, only strength is the most important ...

Zheng Biao's fist fell on Ma Yunyong's body like a raindrop, slamming, and Yun Yong's body shook like an electric shock with the blow ... Zheng Biao shot with hate, every punch with internal force, every punch It's all heavy ...

But Ma Yunyong has not fallen--

"Concede defeat? Animals-let's concede ..."

Zheng Biao roared ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ I will never be merciful, I will also win--

彪 Zheng Biao's physical strength spurted out, and the internal strength had already been exhausted in the long battle.

Now—he can only punch, punch, punch like an ordinary person—

Suddenly--

Zheng Biao's hands clenched, and his waving hands were captured by his opponent like a puppet ...

On a face swollen like a pig's head, a pair of eyes swollen with only a gap left, at this time exuding a playful look.

"Aha-the rabbit was caught!"

Zheng Biao was shocked and struggling hard ...

Who knows that his hands are like being severely clamped by a vise and can't break free at all.

"You've hit enough, isn't it time I shot?"

Jian Yunyong fought with his arms and yelled, "Let Lao Tzu die--"

Ugh--

Yelling loudly.

Zheng Biao felt an irresistible force coming from his arms, and then the whole world turned upside down.

Shouted, Zheng Biao was suddenly lifted ...

Booming--

Zheng Biao was stung to the ground fiercely.

At the same time, everyone was shocked, feeling that the whole ground seemed to be shaken by this moment.

噗 ——

Taking a sip of blood, it spewed out of Zheng Biao's mouth. That strength was too great to resist, causing Zheng Biao to suffer internal injuries instantly.

He fell to the ground, Zheng Biao struggled to support it, but for a long time he couldn't get up. His energy was already exhausted, and there was still excess energy there. That Ma Yunyong-strong, is just a beast-