Chapter 72 The triumph of shock

"Bang..."Once more the Irish blow was in the air, and with one mighty blow it went straight through the void, blowing hurricane-force winds, and the sound of the blow burst in the ears of all."Don't hide, boy, if you can." Ireland looked at Yifeng contemptuous, fists above the blue veins stirred, the internal qi wrapped around it, flashing light.'Silly!Yifeng disdain jumped out of a word. Who will give up their strengths and confront you with their weaknesses?It was full of sarcasm, and in a moment Ireland's face was full of shit and rage, and his fists were clenched again, and the blue veins stood out on his forehead, and his handsome face looked hideous, and it was clear that this foolishness had made him extremely angry."You seek your death!"'roared the Irishman, as if he had been chained up, and his face was twisted by the powerful fight against his veins, which had evidently done him great harm.Looking at the incessant fighting on his fist, he looked out of his eyes like a chain. Yi Feng eyes also coagulated, this martial arts he saw in the martial arts pavilion.Day level low level skill - chain seal. Although it is only the lower level of the day, but the explosive power is extremely strong, comparable to the day of the intermediate level. At the same time, people also have to bear the same great pain, like the chain of the pain of the meridians, not ordinary people can bear.Of course, Yifeng will not be stupid to take him this move, he absolutely has reason to believe. If you force it on yourself, you'll be lying here. His figure keeps changing, and every time his fist blows past him, he can even feel the heat.Every time I beat the air out of the space, the invisible air, as if it were a huge water surface, shot around with ripples, showing the power of this fist.This one punch, also let all people shake in place. The Irish, who had never been particularly good, had such a strong fighting skill, and the wind that swept over their faces made their eyes flash with heat.Sill del and day against looked at one eye, are the eyes of each other to see a surprise: day stage martial arts they may not be surprised, but so overlord and self-abuse of boxing, but let their hearts flashed cold.That constantly brush over the strength of gas, let Yifeng mind very careful. This boxing is not only a terrible force, the most important thing is, the speed of the rapid increase of the punch, Yifeng just a few punches almost did not dodge. The force of the blow made him feel a scorching heat in his chest."Shit. How does this guy practice? The chain had at least succeeded, or it would never have had such an effect." Yifeng cursed at heart. But I can't help but sigh. Every disciple of the Holy Land is a celestial being. I used to look down on everyone.This humble Ireland can suffer so much, and yet it has forged its chains. What about the others? I'm afraid they're all hiding a lot of secrets.Yifeng embarrassed to avoid the figure, let most people heart see the dark cool, could not wait for the next blow to yifeng's body, let its never turn over.Think of this, one can not help turning their eyes to the goddess of the beautiful figure, but found that exquisite to the extreme face is full of smile, as if not worried about it.This scene, let all people angry, one seems to forget yifeng is no longer useless identity, toward the field scolding way: "Ireland, blow that kid into pieces. Death he..."As Ireland listened to the roar, he spat fiercely. Although oneself now have the upper hand, but unluckily take this boy to have no way. That weird speed, always trying to dodge his fist. Although let it suffer a little loss. But the pain of the contortions in his veins made his forehead sweat straight and his mouth twitch slightly.Yifeng did not seem to notice these, he is still flashing his figure, even a shot of the opportunity has not been. The fight seems to have given him a test to prove his phantom's physical training."Brother Feng, coward, you know how to hide."Yifeng once again escaped the overbearing fist, but a clear spirit out of the valley of the voice of all people inside the ear rang. The tone was full of sarcasm.Helpless shake his head, Yifeng know, this trick devil to add fuel to the fire. It was obvious that she was not feeling well at the theatre now and wanted something exciting. But does the little girl really think I can't avoid an Irish fist?"Coward..."Shidere this cry, instant people let all people excited up, a cry of a coward, obviously, Shidere this coward let all people heart dark."Shut up, you're cowards."Poem dyer jiao chantao, beautiful eyes braved the cold light of looking at people, have a tendency to kill. It made everyone shut up, turned their eyes to the edge of the field, and wanted to scratch him.Day against the cold face, then also flashed a hint of play: it seems that the practical joke witch learned a lot of things Yifeng. At least this move only let state officials set fire to the fire, people are not allowed to light a lamp on the fire.Yifeng feel that a road of murder eyes, not from a bitter smile: mom, mischief curse you, you are a hate on me.However, Yifeng also do not want to hide down all the time. The blow of the Irish fist came down, and the convulsion of the face increased. Just also extremely overbearing fist power, also slightly weak a few minutes.Yifeng watched Ireland strike again at him. His eyes lit up: Right now.Yifeng in all people do not understand, slowly out the white tender let women are jealous of the right hand, toward the domineering boxing potential to face up.They stared at each other. I see puzzlement in it.How could this soft blow be opposed to a mighty one? Is Yifeng stupid?However, what happened in front of us made everyone freeze in place. One by one rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw was real.When the soft palm met the Irish fist, there was a dull thump, a burst of strong air, and each man went backward, while the Irish hand trembled.This war, yi Feng that strange a palm won?Before everyone's head seems to reflect over, Yifeng's figure suddenly changed, in the retreat of Ireland, the insignificant fist printed on Ireland's chest."Snow..."With a blood-red trail, Ireland hits the ground hard. The hearts of all shook as violently as the ground.Hurt? He was beaten by two moves?