662. Apologize!

"Since you are so proud of your father, I will send you to see him!"

Chu Yun smiled coldly, then took a step to the sky, gathered his palms into a fist, and the energy swept across the world, and the surrounding heaven and earth's Yuan power boiled violently, and a huge fist shadow appeared instantly.

The shadow of the fist covers the sky and the sun, and the extremely full of energy flows around it. Just a little momentum that spreads out makes people feel desperate.

Almost no one doubted how terrible power this giant fist contained.

However, when everyone was trembling, Chu Yun looked shaking and a punch from his hand was immediately blasted out.

Bang!

With a deafening roar, He Mingyu, who had long been at the end of his strength, had no resistance at all and was directly hit by Chu Yun with a punch.

Then, He Mingyu's body suddenly rose up like a cannonball shot from the muzzle, and was dragged by the fierce fist force and flew towards the distant things.

Chu Yun punched with all his strength, and the power was extremely powerful.

Under Chu Yun's surging fist force, He Mingyu squirted blood all the way, and Xiangfei was even faster than Jinghong, even faster than the speed of the plane.

I don’t know how many birds I have exceeded or how many planes I have crossed along the way.

So, between the sky and the earth, only a very embarrassing figure was seen, spitting blood, flying in the air like a dead dog.

China, Qingdao.

"Mom, mom, look, someone is flying in the sky!"

On the ground, a little girl pointed at the figure in the sky, but shouted in surprise.

"You've seen it wrong." The woman smiled and shook her head, not caring.

On the same day, many astronomical enthusiasts also saw a Taoist figure flying through the sky when watching the astronomical phenomena. However, because the speed was too fast, they could not see it when they looked again.

"Is there really someone who can fly that road?" Many people couldn't help but guess.

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China, Yanjing.

The Sword Saint, the Gun King, the God of War and others sat together again.

"Ha ha..."

"Today we are gathered to announce good news to everyone." Sword Saint Mo Wuji sat in front, smiling and said to Nie Nantian and others.

He Xilai was full of glory at this time, but there was an uncontrollable pride and pride between his eyebrows.

"What's the matter? Could it be that the day Mingyu and the boy surnamed Chu have already chosen to make a fight?" Gao Bairen couldn't help but wonder and asked immediately.

The Sword God shook his head and continued, "Let the Gun King talk about this matter."

"Xi Lai, tell them something." Sword Saint Mo Wuji looked in the direction of He Xi Lai, but said with a smile.

"Yeah." He Xilai nodded, then stood up, coughed twice, and then a voice full of pride and pride quietly rang in the whole room. "In the early morning of this day, Mingyu sent me a message that his battle with Suzumiya Yun, who was named Sword Saint of the Japanese Sword God Palace, was over."

"What?"

"I'll fight so soon!"

"What's the result? Did you win?" Gao Bairen was shocked and asked anxiously.

But He Xilai shook his head: "No win."

"Oh..." Gao Bairen sighed and then comforted, "But you don't have to regret it when you come to Xilai. Mingyu is still young after all, so it's better to lose. Just treat it as a setback for Mingyu. There are opportunities to find the venue in the future."

"But I didn't lose."

Gao Bairen just persuaded him to play, but He Xilai's next sentence made Gao Bairen stunned: "Go?"

He Xilai smiled proudly and nodded slowly.

"Okay, Mingyu. It's amazing!" Gao Bairen slapped the table and was immediately overjoyed, "Mingyu beats Suzumiya Yun, and he is definitely the title master."

"Ha ha..."

"After so many years, a title-master has finally appeared again!"

"It's so gratifying, it's so gratifying!" Gao Bairen was very excited and congratulated him endlessly.
Chapter completed!