Now, let these two "evil men" fight, and everyone will be happy to see the result.
"However, Huang Yuan is too strong. Can Zhou Xing, a dark horse, still win?"
Many disciples are not very optimistic about Zhou Xing.
Huang Yuan has a great reputation among the outer sect, second only to Hu Yiba.
"Boy, if you admit defeat now and apologize to Junior Sister Yun'er, I, Huang Yuan, can let you go in the future."
Huang Yuan's chubby body stood on the stage with a puffy belly.
Junior sister Yun'er?
Some disciples in the audience couldn't help but curse secretly. Huang Yuan seems determined to win the beauty's heart.
"This stinky fat guy."
Jiang Yun'er's pretty face was ashen, secretly angry. If she hadn't come up with a bad temper, she would have turned against him long ago.
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"The pearl of a grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon!"
Zhou Xingdan said flutteringly.
"Shut up! It's me who should say this -"
Huang Yuan was furious.
A marginal disciple of Zeng Jin dared to compare him with the bright moon and rice grains. The point is, he was treated like a grain of rice.
Everyone in the audience laughed in astonishment.
Zhou Xing looked like he was smiling but not smiling, obviously he meant to play with Huang Yuan.
If it was in the past, at the early stage of Tongmai, at the copper skin level, he would have been really afraid of Huang Yuan.
But now, his strength has risen to more than one level, and his edge will be revealed.
Huang Yuan is just a character suitable for sharpening a knife.
"You are seeking death!"
Huang Yuan's figure sprang around, his round figure was extremely flexible.
Uh-huh!
In the blink of an eye, his chubby body rushed to Zhou Xing.
Dragon subduing hand!
One of Huang Yuan's hands swelled slightly, like a big cattail leaf fan. With a powerful and astonishing inner breath, he slapped Zhou Xing on the face.
"You want to hit me in the face? Are you too eager?"
Zhou Xing was leisurely and at ease.
Uh-huh!
He turned around gracefully, dodged Huang Yuan's slap, and moved to his side.
"Hmph! Don't even think about suppressing me with your physical skills."
Huang Yuan sneered, and with a slight movement of his fat body, his other big hand swept across Zhou Xing's throat like a shovel.
Zhou Xing was slightly surprised.
Huang Yuan's body skills are only half as good as Le Feng, and he uses stillness to stop, making him very experienced.
See this.
He took a breath and punched Huang Yuan's "Dragon Subduing Hand".
call!
As soon as Zhou Xing punched out, his entire arm expanded out of thin air, turning into a big hand with a deep copper luster, and condensed a domineering Yin evil spirit.
"Hey! It seems that the "Bronze Statue Skill" has been practiced to the level of Bronze Skin."
The white-bearded elder Nangong had a strange look in his eyes.
"Pengpa!"
An astonishing wave of energy arose between the two of them.
At the moment of the confrontation, Huang Yuan's expression changed drastically.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Huang Yuan's body took several steps back, his palms aching.
"How is that possible! Your power——"
Huang Yuan looked shocked and found it hard to accept.
To know.
He has practiced a family-inherited horizontal training method since he was a child, and his strength and defense are at the same level.
But with the blow just now, he was actually suppressed.
This kind of being crushed in strength only occurred when fighting against the outer sect's Hercules "Yuan Beitong".
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All the disciples in the audience were even more shocked.
Hu Yiba, Cheng Yun, Wang Lingyun and others all looked like they had seen ghosts.
However.
What happened next was beyond their imagination.
"In the attack just now, I didn't even use 50% of my strength. It seems that your skills have stopped here."
Zhou Xingdan smiled.
Fifty percent strength!
These four words were like a huge wave that swept through the hearts of all the disciples.
Huangyuan has the feeling of being swallowed up by huge waves.
that moment.
The tall young man opposite seemed to turn into a giant, carrying an unstoppable surging momentum.
"Fifty percent strength? It can't be true, right?"
"This kid is so good at blowing..."
Not only the disciples, but also some of the sect seniors present were paying attention in surprise.
"What's interesting is that you use the power of language to create psychological pressure on your opponents and create your own momentum."
Yunyue Sect smiled slightly.
sometimes.
When masters compete and their strengths are similar, one side can defeat the other side psychologically and gain a breakthrough.
"Huh! It's just a clever trick."
Xia Xiangu snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain on her dignified face.
"I don't believe it! Don't even think about playing psychological warfare."
Huang Yuan was not stupid. He roared and spread his arms, becoming more rigid, like two giant iron pliers.
Whoops!
As soon as his arms vibrated, violent inner breath surged, and strong winds roared around him.
In an instant.
Huang Yuan condensed his life's skill and his life's strength into a single peak blow.
If he had exerted 80% of his strength in the attack just now, then this time, he might have exerted 120% of his strength.
Yunsha Fist!
Zhou Xing's fist changed, and a surge of ferocious aura burst out from his body. His inner aura was overbearing, and he let out a low roar of filial piety.
Boom!
That punch, with the explosion, faintly shot out a cloud of evil spirit that resembled a lake, and the fierce and cold evil power rushed towards the face. Some disciples in the audience felt a chill in their bodies.
This is? !
Huang Yuan had a look of horror on his face, the energy, blood and breath in his body were all stagnant, and his mind was swept away by the invisible evil aura.
Under such circumstances, 100% of his strength could not be used at 70% to 80%.
"Yuansha magic power!"
"No! It's Yunsha Fist..."
Some of the sect elders present were speechless.
In the middle pavilion.
Sect Master Yunyue, Elder Nangong Baibeard, and Fairy Xia Yu all looked moved.
Boom!
The competition stage was shaken, and Huang Yuan Mantis' arm was like a cart. He was blasted several feet away by that fierce and domineering punch.
Wow!
Huang Yuan vomited out a mouthful of blood, barely holding himself steady, his face pale.
There was an uproar in the audience.
The power of Zhou Xing's punch was truly terrifying: a punch faintly struck out a cloud of evil wind, which had the power of the internal organs refining stage.
As strong as Huang Yuan, he was punched and vomited blood.
Not on the same scale at all!
"How can you be so strong..."
Wang Lingyun and others were shocked and speechless; Jiang Yun'er's pretty face showed shock, but she was also faintly attracted by the domineering power of that punch.
Strong, domineering, and cold.
——This is the sensory impact brought about by that punch.
"Fifty percent strength? What that kid just said was actually very modest."
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Sect Master Yunyue said in a low voice.
"He can actually practice "Yunsha Fist" to this level. I'm afraid, that punch will almost touch the master, right?"
Fairy Xia Yu showed a shocked look for the first time.
Because of Mu Xueqing, she has always been prejudiced against Zhou Xing.
But I didn't expect that this kid has such a high talent in martial arts and boxing.
"If it weren't for cultivation limitations, maybe that punch would be Dacheng's "Yunsha Fist."
Elder Nangong Baibeard murmured to himself.
In the outer sect, it is rare to be able to practice the dangerous skill "Yunsha Fist" to such a level.
On the fighting stage.
Huang Yuan's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and he looked frightened and unwilling.
"You still want to fight?"
Zhou Xing glanced at him playfully.
"Number 99 wins."
The referee directly waved the flag and announced Zhou Xing's victory.
Wow!
Huang Yuan spit out another mouthful of blood, his body shook violently, and he almost fell to the ground.
Everyone in the audience was even more shocked.
That punch was more terrifying than imagined, and it had seriously injured Huang Yuan; if he had to fight forcefully, his life would be in danger.
No wonder, the referee will directly declare the victory or defeat.
"Ten consecutive wins!"
Zhou Xing took a breath and walked off the competition stage.
Uh-huh!
When he walked off the stage, the crowd looked at him in awe, and they even took the initiative to separate a lane for him.
Some people choose to avoid it.
There are also some who take the initiative to compliment them.
"Senior Brother Zhou, that punch just now was too overbearing."
"Hee hee, Senior Brother Zhou, that punch was so manly, I admire it very much..."
Not only the male disciples, but also some female disciples took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
Zhou Xing couldn't help being stunned.
He had never been so popular before.
Obviously.
The punch just now allowed Zhou Xing to truly show his strength to the outer sect, and at the same time established his status as the number one dark horse in this competition.
"I'm furious!"
Jiang Yuner, not far away, was so angry that her pretty face turned blue.
"How did he achieve such strength?"
Wang Lingyun was stunned for a while.
His blocking plan ended in failure.
At this moment, the strength shown by Zhou Xing only has the potential to hit the top three.
After this competition.
Every battle in the tenth round was exciting.
On the stage, there is no weak player, and the strength is basically ranked in the top thirty.
some of.
Hu Yiba and dark horse Cao Lei met together and attracted a lot of attention.
result.
After more than a dozen moves, Hu Yiba waved his famous "Overlord Halberd". With one swing, he swept Cao Lei out with an unparalleled halberd.
Cao Lei's dark horse's winning streak ends here.
"This Hu Yiba's 'Overlord Halberd' is probably a semi-treasure weapon."
Zhou Xing paid attention.
Hu Yiba's cultivation, skill, and strength are all definitely better than Huang Yuan's. The prestigious reputation of fourth place last year is well-deserved.
Hu Yiba, who had won ten consecutive victories, flashed across Zhou Xing's face with a cold gaze full of fighting spirit.
Ever since that registration competition, Hu Yiba and Zhou Xing were destined to be irreversibly hostile.
Wang Lingyun's eyes once again flashed with hope.
Although Zhou Xing can secure the top ten, there is still a lot of resistance in the top three.
In front of this, there are also strong players such as Nangong Li, Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Le Feng and others.
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It didn't take long.
The tenth round of the knockout round ends.
"The knockout round is over! Screen the top twenty according to their results and enter the ranking battle."
In front of the formation board, the old man in black robe announced loudly.
Uh-huh!
On the formation board, except for the first twenty names, the rest were all dim and eliminated.
to this moment.
On the formation board, there are only six people left who can maintain a ten-game winning streak.
These six people are:
Duan Xiaolong, Nangong Li, Hu Yiba, Le Feng, Zhou Xing, Tong Yuling.
It is basically certain that these six people can definitely enter the top ten, and the first place, or even the top three, will be competed among the six people.
Huang Yuan, ranked seventh, is definitely a ruthless figure in the outer sect.
Seeing him on the stage, Wang Lingyun and Jiang Yun'er in the audience both expressed joy: This time Zhou Xing finally encountered a tough challenge.
"Zhou Xing, your winning streak ends here."
Wang Lingyun smiled coldly.
Until now.
Zhou Xing has already won nine games in a row, and if he wins one more game, it will be his tenth game in a row, and he will be firmly in the top ten.
Good thing.
His blocking plan intercepted Zhou Xing at the end!
"Huang Yuan versus Zhou Xing!"
"Okay! The dark horse of this year is very interesting compared to the seventh place of the previous year."
All the disciples in the audience were looking forward to it.
None of the disciples had a good impression of the two people on the stage. One is bullying the disciples in the outer sect, and the other is causing public outrage in the competition.
Now, let these two "evil men" fight, and everyone will be happy to see the result.
"However, Huang Yuan is too strong. Can Zhou Xing, a dark horse, still win?"
Many disciples are not very optimistic about Zhou Xing.
Huang Yuan has a great reputation among the outer sect, second only to Hu Yiba.
"Boy, if you admit defeat now and apologize to Junior Sister Yun'er, I, Huang Yuan, can let you go in the future."
Huang Yuan's chubby body stood on the stage with a puffy belly.
Junior sister Yun'er?
Some disciples in the audience couldn't help but curse secretly. Huang Yuan seems determined to win the beauty's heart.
"This stinky fat guy."
Jiang Yun'er's pretty face was ashen, secretly angry. If she hadn't come up with a bad temper, she would have turned against him long ago.
"The pearl of a grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon!"
Zhou Xingdan said flutteringly.
"Shut up! It's me who should say this -"
Huang Yuan was furious.
A marginal disciple of Zeng Jin dared to compare him with the bright moon and rice grains. The point is, he was treated like a grain of rice.
Everyone in the audience laughed in astonishment.
Zhou Xing looked like he was smiling but not smiling, obviously he meant to play with Huang Yuan.
If it was in the past, at the early stage of Tongmai, at the copper skin level, he would have been really afraid of Huang Yuan.
But now, his strength has risen to more than one level, and his edge will be revealed.
Huang Yuan is just a character suitable for sharpening a knife.
"You are seeking death!"
Huang Yuan's figure sprang around, his round figure was extremely flexible.
Uh-huh!
In the blink of an eye, his chubby body rushed to Zhou Xing.
Dragon subduing hand!
One of Huang Yuan's hands swelled slightly, like a big cattail leaf fan. With a powerful and astonishing inner breath, he slapped Zhou Xing on the face.
"You want to hit me in the face? Are you too eager?"
Zhou Xing was leisurely and at ease.
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Uh-huh!
He turned around gracefully, dodged Huang Yuan's slap, and moved to his side.
"Hmph! Don't even think about suppressing me with your physical skills."
Huang Yuan sneered, and with a slight movement of his fat body, his other big hand swept across Zhou Xing's throat like a shovel.
Zhou Xing was slightly surprised.
Huang Yuan's body skills are only half as good as Le Feng, and he uses stillness to stop, making him very experienced.
See this.
He took a breath and punched Huang Yuan's "Dragon Subduing Hand".
call!
As soon as Zhou Xing punched out, his entire arm expanded out of thin air, turning into a big hand with a deep copper luster, and condensed a domineering Yin evil energy.
"Hey! It seems that the "Bronze Statue Skill" has been practiced to the level of Bronze Skin."
The white-bearded elder Nangong had a strange look in his eyes.
"Pengpa!"
An astonishing wave of energy arose between the two of them.
At the moment of the confrontation, Huang Yuan's expression changed drastically.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Huang Yuan's body took several steps back, his palms aching.
"How is that possible! Your power——"
Huang Yuan looked shocked and found it hard to accept.
To know.
He has practiced a family-inherited horizontal training method since he was a child, and his strength and defense are at the same level.
But with the blow just now, he was actually suppressed.
This kind of being crushed in terms of strength only occurred when fighting against the outer sect Hercules "Yuan Beitong".
All the disciples in the audience were even more shocked.
Hu Yiba, Cheng Yun, Wang Lingyun and others all looked like they had seen ghosts.
However.
What happened next was beyond their imagination.
"In the attack just now, I didn't even use 50% of my strength. It seems that your skills have stopped here."
Zhou Xingdan smiled.
Fifty percent strength!
These four words were like a huge wave that swept through the hearts of all the disciples.
Huangyuan has the feeling of being swallowed up by huge waves.
that moment.
The tall young man opposite seemed to turn into a giant, carrying an unstoppable surging momentum.
