Chapter 68 The Second Young Master of the Jiang Family (Part 2)

Chapter 68 The Second Young Master of the Jiang Family (Part 2)

There are nine styles of the combat skill Lieyang, which is the direct combat skill of the Chiyang Jiang family and can fully exert the power of blood.

Lieyang Style 3·Fire Spirit, can turn the power of blood and qi into flames, increasing the power of the user's flame.

"Lieyang Style 1·Gathering Flames!"

Flames burst out from Jiang Haobai's feet, pushing his speed to the extreme, and he rushed to Jiang Mingyang familiarly.

At the moment when Jiang Haobai tightened his body, all the Lieyang gathered in his right fist, forming a white-hot fireball, and fiercely slammed into Jiang Mingyang's chest.

Lieyang Style 1·Gathering Flames, naturally, gathers the power of flames and explodes, causing a terrifying impact.

"Damn it, cheating! Aren't warriors fighting in melee? This guy actually uses magic!"

Jiang Haobai's fighting mode subverted Jiang Mingyang's perception of warriors, and also made him clearly realize that the world is completely different from what he imagined.

Jiang Mingyang was shocked and had no time to dodge, so he had to raise his arms to take it.

Boom!

At the moment of fist and arm contact, the incandescent fireball suddenly exploded, forming a terrifying explosion.

Jiang Mingyang was blown away by the explosion, and the tables, chairs and sofas flew up and rolled. The Jiang family members who hid far away were also miserable.

"Mingyang!"

"Mingyang will be fine!"

Su Rou shouted anxiously, and Jiang Changming comforted her while holding her and running out of the villa.

They stayed behind just to be a burden, and staying away from the battlefield was the biggest help to Jiang Mingyang.

"Damn it, I knew that the benefits were not easy to get, and I might lose again this time."

The corner of Wu Zhengcheng's mouth twitched. He thought his opponent was an idiot, but he didn't expect his strength to be so strong.

Li Yichen and Zhan Hong, who were hiding farther away, also looked very bad at the moment.

"Damn it, I hate this about the family the most.

It's obviously only the body refining realm, but he can rely on blood and combat skills to burst out energy attacks that can only be used in the Qi refining realm."

Li Yichen complained, not knowing whether he was reminded of the sad past or jealous of the family's strength.

"Tsk, no matter how strong he is, he is just a show-off, with no attack power.

If Jiang Mingyang shows his true strength, he can crush that kid directly."

Zhan Hong complained disdainfully, and Li Yichen also sighed: "Crushing is bullshit, that kid can only burst for five minutes.

If you can't take it in five minutes, just wait to be beaten by others.

I really don't know what you are thinking. Burning Blood is self-abuse enough, and you also teach him Collapse Fist."

"It's none of your business. I will teach him if I want to. If you have the guts, don't teach him Flash Step."

"Such a good seedling, you got there first, and you even want to monopolize it. You are getting more and more shameless as you get older."

The two teachers complained and joked, not caring about Jiang Mingyang's safety at all, as if they were sure that Jiang Mingyang would be fine.

And the fact is indeed so.

"Pfft, pfft, your mouth is full of smoke."

Jiang Mingyang spit out the sand in his mouth, dispelling the annoying smoke, and complained: "You are angry, farting so loudly."

At this moment, Jiang Mingyang's arms were charred, and his sleeves were charred by the flames, revealing his round and strong arms.

"You are fine."

Jiang Haobai was slightly surprised. It is true that he was young and naive, but he is not a fool.

How could he be a quasi-warrior who could defeat Lang Tiancheng? He didn't hold back in that attack just now.

"Tsk, do you really think that if you ignite the fart, it will explode with the power of a bomb?"

Jiang Mingyang complained carelessly, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart.

When he fought with Lang Tiancheng, he always relied on hand-to-hand combat, and only used combat skills to decide the winner.

This guy in front of him was good, starting with an amplification combat skill, followed by a combat skill bombardment, as if combat skills didn't need blood and qi.

"How much blood and qi does this guy have? He is only about 15 or 16 years old, and his fighting power seems to be no weaker than Wen Qingyun.

Is Wen Qingyun the first genius? This kid is the first genius."

Jiang Mingyang was thinking about a lot of things, but Jiang Haobai was not angry. He looked down proudly and said, "Your bones are indeed very hard. I hope you can be tough to the end.

I am a warrior who broke through the third limit. The blood and qi of the second level of the body refining realm is more than 400.

I can perform combat skills like the previous one for ten minutes continuously. I hope you can bear it."

"Fire Sun Second Style·Explosion!"

Jiang Haobai's body was full of flames. At the moment of attack, the fire sun gathered with his legs, turning into countless whip shadows and causing continuous explosions.

"Beng Quan!"

Jiang Mingyang had no way to avoid it. He used the powerful explosive power of the Beng Quan and relied on his almost demonic body to fight hard with his legs.

Boom...

The explosion happened again, and Jiang Haobai changed his moves instantly.

"Firebird, the fourth style of the scorching sun!"

Jiang Haobai soared into the sky, his whole body ablaze with flames, his left leg raised in front of his abdomen, his right foot stretched straight like a cone.

Like a diving firebird, he rushed towards the rolling smoke and dust.

"Burning blood!"

Jiang Mingyang roared to the sky without dodging or evading, and even did not defend against the terrifying attack.

Stepping on the ground in a horse stance, the power of the collapsing fist burst out and compressed, all gathered in his right arm.

The right arm swelled and deformed, the skin cracked and burst into blood mist, and the bones were squeezed by the power of qi and blood, making a crackling sound.

Under the amplification of burning blood, the qi and blood were already irritable and restless, and forcibly using the collapsing fist put a great burden on the body.

It's not that Jiang Mingyang didn't want to defend, but he didn't have the energy to defend at all, and he couldn't make any defensive posture.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Jiang Haobai's eyes turned cold, and his right leg attacked Jiang Mingyang's chest. Jiang Mingyang smiled grimly: "Mountain Collapse!"

This time, Jiang Mingyang did not fight head-on, but used his chest to meet Jiang Haobai's kick, and hit his knee with the brass knuckles!

Boom...

"Ah! Damn it! You have been hiding your strength!"

Jiang Haobai was thrown out, his right leg twisted irregularly, and the entire sole of his foot was deformed.

Jiang Haobai screamed and scolded, his narrow eyes stared at Jiang Mingyang, and a terrifying murderous aura burst out.

Although Jiang Haobai's attack was strong, his physical strength was still far behind that of the D-level alloy.

Jiang Haobai's sole was deformed because he kicked the inner armor. He felt the pain and had no time to react, and was hit in the right leg by Jiang Mingyang.

Jiang Mingyang's clothes were torn, and his silver-white inner armor was sunken and cracked, but he showed a look of success.

If it weren't for the solid D-level inner armor protection, this blow would definitely pierce Jiang Mingyang.

After a successful blow, Jiang Mingyang hurriedly stopped burning blood.

In just a dozen seconds, his right arm muscles were almost broken in half, and this state could be saved if possible.

"I'll tell you two truths. First, cunning is the mother of success. Second, you must be quick to beat a drowning dog!"

Jiang Mingyang rushed out with a grim smile, not giving Jiang Haobai any time to recover, and punched him one after another.

When Jiang Mingyang shouted: 'You must be quick to beat a drowning dog', Wu Zhengcheng, who had been hiding for a long time, also attacked.

He swung a metal rod like a savage's stone stick and swept it across Jiang Haobai's lower back.

On the steps, the old man had already noticed the abnormality, but he neither reminded nor helped, and watched everything happen.

The old man was very confident that his young master could handle it and could handle such an emergency.

Bang!

The metal rod hit the flesh and blood, and Jiang Haobai screamed and was knocked away. He didn't expect that there was a master hidden.

This blow was very heavy. If it was replaced by other martial artists in the body refining realm, this blow would either kill or cripple him.

Jiang Haobai was blasted into the air, and his lower back was in severe pain and he couldn't exert force. At this moment, his empty door was wide open, and it was the weakest moment.

Wu Zhengcheng waved the metal rod without hesitation and stepped on the ground. Jiang Mingyang also showed a cruel smile.

After pretending to be a grandson for so long, he finally gave his opponent a chance to relax.

No matter how strong the opponent is, with Wu Zhengcheng, who is at the same level, to contain him, and Jiang Mingyang's strong combat power to assist, it is only a matter of time to take down Jiang Haobai.

"Two against one, and a sneak attack, shameless!"

Jiang Haobai angrily scolded, and barely stuffed a pill into his mouth.

Seeing the pill, Wu Zhengcheng's eyes sparkled, and he smashed it hard as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his attack speed skyrocketed.

"Little brother, let me tell you another truth. Winning is good, only losers care about the process."

Jiang Mingyang wanted to make a few more jokes, but Wu Zhengcheng interrupted him like a mad dog smelling blood: "What nonsense.

This kid is a big fat sheep, quickly catch him, the pill he just took is worth 500 credits!"

Wu Zhengcheng roared and attacked, smashing the iron rod desperately, seemingly without any rules, but every move hit the vital points.