The noisy wind over the school grounds stagnated for a moment.

Because all the orcs were gasping.

In the eyes of the bystanders, Ryan's fierce charge posture hit the slender arm, but Chang Hao's arm was unscathed, while Ryan seemed to hit an invisible wall. The two sides were stalemate, only the big sword in Ryan's hand that emitted cold air reminded everyone at all times that time was still flowing.

The palm named Duan Yue Jiejiang slapped Ryan's chest, which seemed ordinary and did not arouse the ornamental cyclone air wave. It was just that because the strength of this palm had been almost perfectly restrained, thousands of kilograms of power were exquisitely controlled on the area of ​​the palm-sized size, which gave a bit of the true meaning of punching the lying bull.

Ryan knows his own suffering.

This inconspicuous slap contained a terrifying force that made him frightened. He had experienced this force in his father. It was a force that made him unable to develop a sense of resistance for a long time.

Ryan wanted to move, but he couldn't do it. The power transmitted from his palm to him was like countless earth dragons, and he used his body as a wasteland that needed to be reclaimed, so that he opened his mouth, his muscles were uncontrollable, and he couldn't speak. Although the frost sword in his hand was only a few feet away from Chang Hao's head, it was like a natural barrier.

"Did Lord Legolas use magic?" Lu Keke tiptoed from a large number of orcs to Xiong Ba's side, with a strange color in his eyes.

"No, that's just a simple power." Xiong Ba seemed to be explaining and talking to himself. The scene of him shaking hands with Chang Hao is still vivid in his mind. The power that makes his hand bones clatter with a slight grip is not something magic can do.

When did such a freak emerge from the elves?

Chang Hao didn't go to see Ryan's face, and withdrew his palm and patted him lightly. Ryan finally spat out a mouthful of blood, his tall figure stagnated backwards, and the luxurious clothes on his chest were torn apart, revealing a layer of gold-plated fine iron soft armor. A deep big handprint was printed on the fine iron soft armor, and the middle part of the handprint was even broken.

"Damn it!" Bear Man Chief Belman swears in a rare swear word.

The fine iron soft armor is a protective gear with a complex process and high defense. It can greatly relieve the impact by wearing it intimately to a large extent. The key is to have face and wear comfortably.

This kind of high-end armor that only nobles can enjoy is more than one level higher than the pig iron shields and pig iron armor installed in ordinary army?

This rare product that can only be found in the hands of black merchants in humans, according to the black market, is definitely priced at 8,000 gold coins. If these gold coins are used to purchase military standard armor, they can completely arm a small team of soldiers to their teeth!

Berman shouted in his heart: Comrade Ryan, you must not throw away this scrapped iron and soft armor. I will take it back and repair it and continue to use it!

With a light palm, Chang Hao still stood in the wind. The careful orc found that Chang Hao had not even moved under Ryan's charge and impact. A burst of cold air for no reason rushed straight from their feet to the Tianlinggu, and his eyes were so exciting.

"Ao!" Ryan, who was staggering back, stood up again. The humiliation and unreality of being repelled by the elf's palm added fuel to his already irritable emotions. He tore off his clothes, his hilly muscles arched up, and the golden lion hair stood up. The cold air on the sword seemed to respond to the master's anger, and it surged again and again. From a distance, it looked like a blue flame burning on the sword.

A furry muscle cat who knows fighting skills, Chang Hao defined Ryan in his heart.

"This is my self-understanding fighting skill that won the honorary knight in one fell swoop in the family trial!"

Ryan, who used the fighting skills "Winter Tooth" to the extreme, launched an attack again. He was reckless, but after all, he was not a berserker with muscles in his mind. His aura was shocking, but this time he did not touch the obviously slender but overly hard arm, but chose to use the sword skills of the Rhine Lion clan to go straight to Chang Hao's head!

Faced with Ryan's fierce attack of three-pointers, Chang Hao still chose to stick to his foot for one acre of three-pointers, twisting the oncoming giant sword from an angle that goes against common sense, and then slapped it out with another palm, changing the attack trajectory of the giant sword.

If Ling Xingyi was here, he would recognize that Chang Hao's move was definitely an orthodox Tai Chi mane hand and a slight move.

Although Chang Hao's mysterious palm made great achievements, the frost and cold air on the giant sword could not be avoided, and it enveloped him for a moment.

Ryan's sword slashed the sky, but his face showed ecstasy. He never expected that this elf would be so desperate that he would take advantage of this fighting skill he relied on to become famous.

The fighting technique of Winter Tooth itself does not have any lethality, and it focuses on the powerful erosion ability of the frost and cold air. If the enemy eroded by Winter Tooth does not have the ability to resist the severe cold, the action and reaction ability will decline significantly due to the extreme cold, and thus become a fish slaughtered by others in front of Ryan. It was precisely through this trick that Ryan earned a lot of glorious results in his own tribe.

"Hmph, elf, I admit that you are a little capable, but you will eventually fall to the youngest glorious knight in my Rhine Lion Clan...subject?" Ryan turned around and was about to slash again, but the proud smile on his face suddenly became stiff again.

He and Chang Hao looked at each other. The guy on the other side had no ice residue, not to mention that he was frozen into an icicle, and he was even laughing. How could this be possible?!

Poor Ryan didn't know that the "elves" in front of him were actually a human, and the blood of a real dragon flowed in his body. The frost and cold air was a younger brother in front of the hot dragon blood. He was burned as soon as he entered his body, and he could not even bring out a trace of waves.

Chang Hao slashed his palm and grabbed the giant sword in Ryan's hand. The frost and cold air wrapped around the sword dissipated instantly as if he had seen a ghost. He threw it away casually, put his palms together and then suddenly separated. The invisible spiritual power between his palms surged like a river for a moment. His waist twisted slightly, and then he stepped forward. His palm shadows were all wrong, bombarding the joints all over Ryan's body.

Ryan made a firecracker-like explosion all over his body, and the orcs twitched in the corners of their eyes.

They had previously thought that the duel would be one-sided. Now it seems as they expected, but they guessed the protagonist wrongly from the beginning.

Lu Keke clapped his hands and smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit with joy.

Xiong Ba opened his mouth wide and could stuff a goose egg in.

The powerful force hit Ryan like a heavy hammer. He was determined to defend himself, but his muscles were no longer in control. His arms were thrust beside him. Not to mention lifting him up, he even had the illusion that his arms were not his own. He felt like a lonely boat that had accidentally entered the storm. He could not decide whether to die or live.

After 108 palms, the fine iron and soft armor that Ryan had worn close to his body was broken all over the ground. Chang Hao and the others breathed a sigh of relief. It took a long time since he had practiced the wooden stakes that did not hurt his hands when he was playing like this. He couldn't help but recall the days when his grandfather took him and Chang Ge to Wudang Mountain to study basic skills during the summer vacation in junior high school.

He pointed at Ryan's chest as if he was standing stupidly like a clay sculpture. The famous Rhine Lion Honorary Knight rolled his eyes and smashed it backwards, splashing dust all over the ground.

Chang Hao, who had never moved a step before from beginning to end, raised his head and looked harmless.

"Who else wants to give me advice?"
Chapter completed!