He Has a Dragon

You retreated and I chased, but the distance between the two never widened. Wang Le was like Ji Shengshan's shadow, sticking together tightly.

At this moment, if Ji Shengshan hadn't realized that he had met a powerful opponent, then his years of wandering would have been in vain, and his vigilance was instantly raised to the extreme.

An angry roar came from Ji Shengshan's throat, and then he opened his mouth, and the magic weapon contained in his dantian, a mini eyebrow-length stick blooming with green light, flew out, and then rose up in the storm.

When Wang Le saw this, he was not afraid at all and went straight towards the eyebrow-length stick standing between the two of them.

Ji Shengshan was even more happy when he saw that Wang Le dared to take a blow from his magic weapon with his bare hands. He snorted coldly.

Bang bang bang——

Dang Dang Dang——

Ping ping pong pong——

………

Wang Le, whose whole body was protected by a diamond-glazed cover, had fists as strong as iron, and they collided with Ji Shengshan's magic weapon countless times in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, he saw that the eyebrow-length stick, which was as thick as a baby's arm, was no longer straight, but completely twisted and deformed, like a twisted river.

The stick was covered with shocking cracks.

Ji Shengshan, who was in harmony with his natal magic weapon, the Eyebrow Short Stick, was shaken. His whole head was pounding, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It was obvious that Ji Shengshan had been injured in this short exchange.

At this moment, Ji Shengshan looked at Wang Le with surprise and horror on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

He had never thought that the opponent, who was only in his twenties, would be so powerful in combat.

You must know that he, Ji Shengshan, is a veteran heaven-level strongman who has been in the early stages of martial arts for many years.

The result was that he was at a disadvantage in one encounter. He had just released his own magic weapon and tried to counterattack to resolve his disadvantage.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the magic weapon, the short stick with eyebrows, almost turned into scrap metal.

Amidst the lightning and flint, Ji Shengshan's heart was ashen, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his heart.

He secretly thought that it was unjust for Cheng Nie to die at the hands of this young man.

At this moment, the extremely powerful young man Wang, who looked like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus, struck out like lightning and grabbed Ji Shengshan's magic weapon, the short stick with eyebrows.

"Roar!"

With a roar that pierced the sky, Wang Le, whose face was red and distorted, forcefully broke the eyebrow-length stick that was as thick as a baby's arm.

"puff!"

Ji Shengshan, whose mind was instantly damaged, could no longer hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

At this moment, Wang Le casually threw away the eyebrow-length stick that he had broken, and hurled his body into Ji Shengshan's arms without hesitation!

Ji Shengshan, who was unable to dodge, was immediately hit by Wang Le. His internal organs felt like they were shaking, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The two rows of ribs made a crisp cracking sound. Ji Shengshan's face instantly turned pale as gold paper, and the blood in his mouth spurted out one after another like tap water that had not been tightened from the faucet.

Just when Ji Shengshan was hit by Wang Le and flew up like a kite with a broken string, Ji Shengshan took a strong breath and shouted with all his strength: "Little friend Wang, please be merciful and merciful. I admit defeat."

Wang Le, who was chasing after her, continued to speed up, and laughed with a sarcastic face: "We have already fought to this point, don't you think it's too late for you to say this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Shengshan replied with a look of eagerness: "It's not too late, not too late. From now on, I, Ji Shengshan, will follow Xiaoyou Wang's lead. These four or nine cities will still be your world!"

Wang Le, who had been chasing after him, looked at Ji Shengshan with murderous eyes and snorted coldly: "You may not think it's late, but in my opinion, it's already too late."

Ji Shengshan's face was full of fear and despair, and he begged for mercy: "I am blind and can't see Taishan. Please forgive me, little friend Wang, for once!"

At this time, Wang Le did not respond, and continued to kill with a cold expression and speed.

When Ji Shengshan saw that Wang Le simply let him go, he looked at Wang Le with a look full of malice and said in a hateful voice through gritted teeth: "In that case, let's die together!"

Then Ji Shengshan's skin began to turn red, and his veins were twisted and exposed.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Shengshan was like a blown up balloon, and his whole body slowly swelled.

When Wang Le saw this, he secretly thought that something was wrong. Although he didn't know what secret technique Ji Shengshan used, it was undoubtedly a technique that would lead to mutual destruction.

But at this moment, Wang Le did not retreat, because the distance between the two was less than two meters, which was too close. If he wanted to retreat now, Ji Shengshan was not a statue, so he would definitely try his best to stick to him. To achieve the goal of dying together.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Wang Le did not retreat but advanced, quickly closing the distance between himself and Ji Shengshan.

Almost at the same time, Wang Le opened his mouth and released his natal magic weapon, the Flying Sword, which was stored in his dantian. After rising in the wind, he grabbed it in his hand.

Then he made a fist with one hand and a sword with the other, and attacked Ji Shengshan without hesitation.

Because the distance between the two parties was so close that they were almost touching each other, there was no room to hide.

At this critical moment of racing against time, it depends on who can kill the other party first!

"Bang...click, click, click...!"

A punch carrying a huge force hit Ji Shengshan's vital part on the chest, causing the opponent to take a breath.

While Ji Shengshan was hit hard and his body and mind were swollen and stagnant, Wang Le tightly held the flying sword, his natal magic weapon, in his hand, and it was like a golden rainbow streaking across Ji Shengshan's neck and throat.

Then he saw Ji Shengshan's entire head detached from his body, and he flew up out of the air with a look of ferocious surprise on his face.

Blood was sprinkled in the sky, and the swollen body without a head was like a deflated balloon. It shriveled up in an instant, and then fell to the ground from the depths of the clouds thousands of feet high.

And Ji Shengshan's flying head flew as far as it went, following behind the headless body, dripping with blood, and fell to the ground lightly.

When Ji Shengshan's body was separated and covered with blood, it fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. When the head happened to be floating and landed not far away on everyone, everyone was completely stunned.

Before everyone could react from the shock, they saw Wang Le following behind, falling back to the golf course from a high altitude, and appeared in everyone's sight.

At this time, as long as you are not a fool and think with your toes, you will know who wins and who loses, and whose head falls to pieces in front of you.

Ji Feiyun, who had been sitting slumped on the lawn and was feeling triumphant, was completely confused the moment he saw Wang Le.

Then Ji Feiyun shouted in disbelief: "Impossible! How could this happen? My grandfather is a heaven-level expert, there is no way he can lose! Impossible!"