The Han Niu technique is domineering, Yan Qingming's cultivation has reached the seventh heaven of the Blood Moving Realm, under the blessing of the Han Niu divine power, the offensive is endless, and the pressure is swept in, one wave is stronger than another, and it is more and more difficult to deal with.

From this moment on, Yan Qingming's advantages in the realm of cultivation began to be truly manifested.

"You've already lost, is it necessary to continue this competition?"

Mo Ming stepped back and spoke, not directly attacking his edge.

"Hugh wants to talk nonsense! How can you decide the victory or defeat of a competition if you win or lose a move? I don't believe that you can really catch my bull technique!"

Yan Qingming gritted his teeth, his eyes were blazing with hatred, and his subordinates' attacks not only did not stop, but they became more ferocious.

I have to say that in Yan Qingming's hands, the essence of the Han Niu technique has indeed been exerted to a very high level.

If this kind of magic technique was in Mo Ming's hands, its power might not be as strong as the power that Yan Qingming had unleashed.

If Yan Qingming practices for a few more years, or if he undergoes a few more years of tempering, when his cultivation comes up in the future, he will have more life experiences and experiences, and then he will be able to give full play to the essence of the Han Niu technique!

At this time, Mo Ming really understood why Yan Qingming was known as the second generation of the younger generation of the Yan family, not to mention anything else, just the fact that he had a Han Niu technique added a lot of points to him!

"If you can't catch it, you ......"

"Don't think that you will feel great if you have won the entry quota of Nanling Mansion! Today, if you steal my elixir and take away my creation, I will be ashamed and take revenge!"

Yan Qingming's words were categorical, it seemed that if he didn't defeat Mo Ming, he would not give up!

"No, you're ......"

Before Mo Ming could start talking, he was interrupted by Yan Qingming again:

"Don't talk nonsense! It's true that I underestimated you today, I admit that you are indeed different from before, but this doesn't mean anything, I want you to understand that the gap between you and me is not something you can imagine!"

"Tsk-"

Mo Ming was confused at the time.

What's wrong with this?

Didn't he just say that sentence, it's good, three sentences back......

If he is allowed to continue like this, will he be able to return ten sentences in one sentence?

Mo Ming felt that the scene just now was enough to distinguish the high and low, and there was no need to compare it any further, and in addition, it also saved face for Yan Qingming and Yan Buping.

But that's good, I don't want to save face, what do you think? Is it that the brain is not in the water or what? It's endless, right?

"Okay, you forced me!"

Mo Ming is also helpless, all the good and bad things have been said, but it doesn't work, and if you pretend to be hard-hearted, then there is no way!

Yan Qingming pointed at the left hand together, his fingertips were a little blue, although he did not have a blade in his hand, he had a sharp aura, which seemed to be able to penetrate all divine weapons.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, and the blue light between his fingers was soaring, graceful as a swimming dragon, and the power of the ox was overflowing, but only one punch seemed to have the power to destroy everything.

The fist is the main attack, the sword finger is supplemented, the fist shadow sword finger is double-styled, the offensive is endless, and the sharpness and domineering coexist.

Hiss –

Under the stage, someone gasped.

No one speaks, Yan Qingming's performance is too amazing!

They rarely saw Yan Qingming make a move on weekdays, but it was only at this moment that they really understood the true combat power of Yan Qingming, the "younger generation of the Yan family", the next day!

Even Mo Ming has to admit that Yan Qingming is indeed a talent, but unfortunately, what is not lacking in this world is talent!

Mo Ming no longer retreated, the blood and qi in his body surged, like the majestic rivers and seas, surging, the tide ebbed and flowed, as if there was boundless power, and the invisible blazing flame swept from Mo Ming's body endlessly.

He put out his palms together, like a real dragon holding his claws, and he actually held the fist shadow and sword finger that contained the male power of the Han Niu!

"Shhhh

It's the sound of gasping again, but this time it's no longer a certain person, but a large number of people on this stage!

They are not fools, with Yan Qingming's continuous offensive, if they were in an unknown position, they would definitely not be able to take it!

Even the two people in the spectator seat put down their emotions and stared intently at the movement on the stage.

"How is this possible?!"

Yan Qingming's forehead was bruised, this scene was too familiar!

Mo Ming had used his meat palm to force his bull technique before, and he was unwilling at that time, but he only said that this surnamed Mo used some special means.

But now......

Obviously, the last moment, he was still attacking continuously, forcing Mo Ming to retreat again and again, but the next moment, his fist shadow and sword fingers seemed to hit the divine iron, and the offensive was simply stopped.

"Let go!"

Yan Qingming snorted, his hands shook, and the power of the Han Niu exploded majestically, and he wanted to use the power of the Han Niu to directly shake Mo Ming.

How strong is the brute strength of the bull, so the four hands are connected, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that these palms will be gone!

However, Mo Ming's palms seemed to have a magical power, no matter how Yan Qingming struggled, he could never break free.

"As you said, the gap between you and me is really not ordinarily big!"

Mo Ming was happy at the time.

"You...... Hugh is rampant!"

Yan Qingming was also annoyed, these words were originally used by him to despise Mo Ming, but now Mo Ming was talking about him in turn.

He didn't know why this happened one after another, if it was Mo Ming's luck before, then how to explain it this time?

He is unwilling, he is the son of the head of the Yan family, he bears the glory of his father, he does not allow himself to lose, let alone lose to a little gentleman who does not learn and has never practiced!

"Boom—"

The blood and qi in Yan Qingming's body intensified, like a river flowing wildly, his right fist shook, and the power of the bull restrained Mo Ming.

At the same time, the finger of the sword in his left hand changed, and the finger was like a knife, and the palm of the hand was invisible.

With the blessing of the power of the bull, his palm is no less than the sharpest blade!

"Hmph, the reaction is fast!"

Mo Ming threw his right hand, then grabbed the opponent's right arm and turned his back.

Yan Qingming moved extremely fast, but Mo Ming's reaction was not slow, and the two of them went back and forth for a while.

However, Yan Qingming obviously didn't expect Mo Ming to come to this hand.

I only heard a "bang", and I fell heavily to the ground!

Mo Ming's blood and qi were agitated, flowing endlessly, like an oven, but it seemed to have infinite power, and it just threw Yan Qingming into the corner of his mouth and bleed.

"You dare to insult me, unforgivable!"

Yan Qingming shouted angrily, he didn't pay attention, he actually fell into a strange way, and he simply fell over the shoulder, and he was so embarrassed, which was simply humiliating for him!

He jumped to his feet, ignoring his injuries, crossed his hands over his chest, and kept pinching the seal.

Moo –

A majestic and condensed aura rippled out from Yan Qingming's body, instantly enveloping this martial arts platform......