Yue Ling and Xu Mingsheng were facing each other. They looked at each other. They didn't make any move for the first time, they just stared at each other quietly.

Li Qing knew that the two of them seemed to have not made any move, but in fact they had already fought.

"Huhu", centered on Yue Ling and Xu Mingsheng, gradually set off waves visible to the naked eye, and the momentum of the two people climbed to the top.

"Drink!" Yue Ling let out a clear drink and took the lead to take action. He jumped up, stretched his slender thighs straight, and struck down hard.

Xu Mingsheng had no expression on his face, his figure suddenly expanded twice, and he raised his hands to block the leg.

"Boom", the ground tens of meters around Xu Mingsheng's feet sank half a meter, and a wave of wind suddenly hit everyone.

The wind and waves were blowing, and Li Qing suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant. He opened his mouth wide, but was unable to breathe due to the strong wind.

"So strong." Li Qing was horrified, "These two are by no means simple warriors, they must be at a very high level."

Xu Mingsheng twisted his blocking arms, grabbed Yue Ling's ankle, and swung it hard.

Yue Ling's waist in the air twisted incredibly, spun a few times, broke away from Xu Mingsheng, and landed on the ground.

"I like to use weapons to bleed people until they lose mobility, and then kill them. Don't give me this chance." Three feet-long iron claws popped out of the cuffs of Xu Mingsheng's arms at the same time, and the iron claws of the two arms touched.

Make a "ding-dang-dang" sound.

A nearby magician watching the battle said: "Xu Mingsheng's ruthless iron claws. I have seen him use these claws to cut off the limbs and meridians of a warrior of the same level before killing him. It is extremely cruel."

The rest of the people watching the battle stared at Xu Mingsheng's iron claws carefully, feeling a chill rising in their hearts.

Mu Qinghua frowned when he saw Xu Mingsheng using his iron claw, ready to help his sweetheart at any time.

Yue Ling didn't care at all, looking at Xu Mingsheng with a provocative expression, as if to say: "Come on, come on."

Xu Mingsheng felt slightly angry and waved his claws in front of his chest, as if he wanted to tear the space in front of him into pieces. Then he kicked off his feet and rushed towards Yue Ling.

Looking at the menacing Xu Mingsheng, Yue Ling showed no fear, her eyes were bright and she showed fighting spirit.

In front of Xu Mingsheng, he drew his claws in the air, and two claw-shaped air waves visible to the naked eye cut towards Yue Ling. The corners of Yue Ling's mouth raised a beautiful arc, and his palms were fluttered out. When they were about to come into contact with the air waves, both palms

Suddenly accelerated, a phantom appeared.

There were two "papa" sounds, the air waves shattered, and his palms continued to slap forward.

The spiritual power surged crazily, and a halo of mist enveloped the palms.

Li Qing saw this and said to Wu Lou: "Is that the spiritual power of a warrior?"

Wu Lou replied: "Yes, it is spiritual power. Every punch and kick of the warrior is blessed by spiritual power, which makes it extremely powerful."

Yue Ling's two palms were obviously very powerful, and Xu Mingsheng in front of her was very afraid. He knew that the reason why Yue Ling was called the Beauty Tyrannosaurus was, firstly, because she looked extremely beautiful, and secondly, her strength was comparable to that of a humanoid Tyrannosaurus.

Xu Mingsheng tiptoed, quickly detoured behind Yue Ling, and stabbed Yue Ling's back with two iron claws.

Mu Qinghua, who was watching the battle, moved slightly, as if he wanted to take action, but as if he thought of something, he retracted his right foot that he originally wanted to step out.

Yue Ling seemed to feel the claws stabbing him from behind. He bowed his body, jumped forward, jumped four to five meters, and dodged the blow.

The wind and waves caused by the two claws split the ground into several cracks more than one meter long. The vicious blow caused others to scream in surprise.

"If you are hit by this attack, you will be disabled even if you don't die." A bystander said.

Another person said slyly: "It's a pity, if it hits, maybe we can appreciate the beautiful body of the beautiful Tyrannosaurus, hehehehe."

Mu Qinghua, who was in the distance, had excellent hearing. When he heard these obscene words, his eyes turned cold and he stared at the obscene man.

The wretched man seemed to feel it and looked at Mu Qinghua. The two looked at each other, but the wretched man avoided his eyes.

Yue Ling jumped back with her back turned, and threw her right leg back, like a long whip, causing a gust of fishy wind.

Xu Mingsheng hurriedly raised his right arm, blocked the leg with a bang, and took a few steps back. He felt a numbness in his right arm and quickly shook it.

Yue Ling chuckled "haha" and said, "My aunt, this whipping to the leg must not feel good."

Xu Mingsheng's expression kept changing and he said: "It's just like that, come again."

Xu Mingsheng rushed out again, a black halo appeared on his claws, and shouted "Wind-Tearing Claws."

A gust of fishy wind suddenly appeared, causing Yue Ling's hair to fly.

Yue Ling showed a solemn expression and shouted: "Well done, break it into pieces for my aunt."

Yue Ling's palms continued to slap, and each palm print appeared in front of Yue Ling. Then the palm prints floated and overlapped with Yue Ling's palms, and a thick green halo appeared on the palms.

"Mountain Overturning Palm" Yue Ling struck out with one palm, which was like overturning a huge mountain.

One claw versus one palm.

"boom"

The scene was completely violent, a hurricane was set off within a hundred meters radius, and everyone was unstable and on the verge of falling.

Yue Ling's body fell backwards, fell to the ground, and slowly got up. The clothes on his left arm were torn, and a jade arm like gelatin was exposed. There were several wounds on it, and blood was dripping down. Yue Ling's face was pale.

Physical and spiritual strength are unstable.

On the other side, Xu Mingsheng also flew out. The iron claw on his right arm was broken, and his right arm was twisted in a weird way. White bones could be faintly seen at the wound, which meant that his right arm was obviously useless.

Yue Ling laughed crazily and said: "Hahaha, it's great, come again, damn, it's so fun, so fun." Looking at Mu Qinghua who was about to rush over, he shouted: "Stop, I haven't finished fighting yet, whoever comes over is the enemy."

Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghua stopped and looked at the injured Yue Ling with concern.

Yue Ling said to Xu Mingsheng: "Can you still fight? Come again if you can."

Xu Mingsheng's face was ashen. He was at a disadvantage in the confrontation just now. Seeing Yue Ling getting more and more crazy as he fought, he had a headache. To be honest, he really didn't want to fight anymore. His right arm was crippled and his strength was reduced by half.

If you continue to fight, you will suffer even more losses.

Before he could speak, Yue Ling rushed to him and clapped her palms continuously.

Xu Mingsheng waved his iron claw with his left hand and kept parrying.

Yue Ling's palm could hit his wrist accurately every time, and his iron claws could not touch Yue Ling's body at all.

Hua Ruyi saw Xu Mingsheng in such an embarrassing state after being seriously injured, and couldn't help but want to cast a spell to help Xu Mingsheng.

Mu Qinghua threatened her: "You'd better not take action, otherwise Luo Mo and I will deal with you immediately. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

Hearing this, Hua Ruyi dispersed the magic power condensed in her body, gave up casting spells, and looked at Mu Qinghua with a look of hatred.

Mu Qinghua didn't take it seriously. Xu Mingsheng was seriously injured and only one magician, Hua Ruyi, was left. He and Luo Mo could easily deal with him together.

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh when they saw Xu Mingsheng, a man, being crazily suppressed by a beautiful woman.

Xu Mingsheng's face was ashen, and he was fighting with Yue Ling constantly, changing his body shape. He was just about to gather a large amount of spiritual power to severely damage Yue Ling.

She leaned down and slapped his chest with her palm. His chest felt tight and the condensed spiritual power was dispersed.

Xu Mingsheng was a little anxious. The situation was not optimistic. His right arm was crippled, but Yue Ling's left hand could still move. If he continued to fight, his life might be in danger.
Chapter completed!