Ye Qing's eyes were slightly condensed.

I thought to myself, the Qinglei Python Bull is indeed a little bit.

The ancient remains of Tianyao Mountain are hidden deep!

If Ye Qing didn't take action, the Huasheng Sect would probably have to pay a considerable price to solve it.

"Apride and Immortal Dragon Fist!"

Ye Qing shouted softly, stepped on the void, appeared in front of the Qinglei Python Bull, and violently punched out.

In the void, fist shadows appeared one after another.

It's like destroying the world.

Only continuous roars sounded.

Under Ye Qing's bombardment, the body of the Qinglei Python cattle exploded on the spot, turning into a bloody mist!

No matter how strong his physical defense is, it will still be useless when facing Ye Qing.

He was beaten to pieces and his body was destroyed!

An ancient seed from the second level of the Emperor Wu Realm died at Ye Qing's hands.

The elders and disciples of the Saint-Crafting Sect were completely stunned.

The eyes were filled with shock.

"Fuck, Junior Brother Ye, you..."

Niu Hu couldn't speak clearly, and he didn't know what language to use to describe Ye Qing's power.

"Boss, I'm not saying anything anymore, it's awesome!"

Zhou Taihua gave a very pertinent evaluation.

Ye Qing’s Aoyi Xulong Fist is indeed powerful!

With one punch, the Emperor's Martial Realm will be difficult to resist.

The main reason is that Ye Qing also has the blessing of the vast holy dragon power, and the power it bursts out is even more powerful than the ancient Taixu dragon in the past.

"Boy, I can't understand it anymore!"
Chapter completed!