"Aren't you going to act?"
Zhang Junmo's eyes flickered slightly.
On the other side, Gao Shengzhong exclaimed when he saw this scene.
"Fuck!"
"It's actually him!"
He recognized it too.
you do not say!
I was almost killed by that judge, so of course I recognized him.
While the other party was shouting, "I'll find you guilty," he made such a big, black and thick penis.
No matter how slow and nervous he is, he still understands.
"how?"
At this time, Zhang Haoting, who was next to Gao Shengzhong, asked.
Gao Shengzhong said in a gloomy voice: "This Song Wenyuan is the mysterious man that Jun Mo and I met before. Jun Mo said he was some kind of judge. That person is very similar to Song Wenyuan in terms of body shape, temperament, and skills and moves. Especially The pen he is using now and releasing is exactly the pen held by the judge that night!"
"I was almost killed by him that night!"
"No, I have to find Instructor Lin."
With that said, Gao Shengzhong was about to leave the auditorium, but was held back by Zhang Haoting.
"It's useless even if you say it. There's no evidence."
Zhang Haoting's expression slightly condensed.
There was some horror in his heart.
This Song Wenyuan is actually from the Yin Division?
"Then what do you mean? Pretend you didn't see it?"
"That's not true."
Zhang Haoting shook his head, looked at Zhang Junmo on the court, and thought for a moment.
Then he said: "This matter is not that simple. Let's talk about it after this competition is over!"
"Jun Mo is more powerful than I thought! Maybe he can defeat Song Wenyuan."
Hearing this, Gao Shengzhong also looked towards the martial arts field.
After a moment, he sighed helplessly and sat down again.
"Fine!"
…
On the martial arts field, above Song Wenyuan's head, there was a terrifying black aura.
The judge's pen was about ten feet long and as black as ink.
Zhang Junmo's expression was solemn. He felt an extremely strong crisis, and a thick aura of death enveloped him tightly.
He could tell that this was some kind of Xuan-level technique.
However, the other party has the power of will, coupled with the cultivation of the ninth level of the God Refining Realm, the power exerted by him, I am afraid that even Su Shang may not be able to catch it!
With the blessing of the power of will, Song Wenyuan almost had the qualifications to face a strong man in the Golden Core Realm head-on.
Even if Su Shang uses the Suzaku Sword Technique, it's hard to say whether he will win or lose.
He didn't move around casually, because under the aura lock, if he moved around, it would easily expose his flaws.
Zhang Junmo is well aware of the gap between himself and the other party.
Now that he is fighting Song Wenyuan to this point, in addition to his powerful skills, it is also because of his growth in the competition.
People!
After experiencing setbacks, you can either rot or grow.
Zhang Junmo obviously belongs to the latter.
After experiencing the crisis that night, Zhang Junmo desperately wanted to find ways to make himself stronger besides his skills.
When he really showed his talent in kendo and had an unexpected enlightenment, his kendo level grew almost like a rocket!
Zhang Junmo's body slowly squatted down, lowering his center of gravity.
Holding the fantasy sword firmly with both hands, he raised it high behind him.
The feet seemed to be vibrating, and powerful forces were constantly gathering.
On the slender sword body, strange red runes were flashing.
"go to hell!"
Finally, the power of the judge's pen gathered to the extreme.
As Song Wenyuan roared hoarsely.
The judge's pen flew towards Zhang Junmo.
Embedded with an extremely powerful sense of oppression and death, he thrust forward!
Even if it was just a holographic projection, the audience present was frightened when they saw this scene.
Is this really a battle between students?
There are some spectators who have watched the competition at several competitions, and no students from any previous generation have shown such terrifying strength.
The fourth and fifth levels of the God Refining Realm are already considered as high as the sky, right?
Zhang Junmo stared intently at the magistrate pen that kept enlarging in his sight!
The black aura representing death swept over, and the light flashed suddenly on the magic sword in Zhang Junmo's hand.
Accumulation completed!
Skill, breaking wind attack!
Skill level 3, attack power, 3054%!
The next moment, the phantom sword suddenly swung forward.
There is no sword spirit.
It was a real collision between the phantom sword and the judge's pen!
clang!
The terrifying power was released from the place where the two collided. The floor under Zhang Junmo's feet was cracking, shattering, and turning into powder!
The shock waves generated by the collision continued to spread along the soles of his feet.
On the phantom sword, the red runes flashed crazily.
Zhang Junmo's arm muscles were tense, constantly resisting the huge force coming from above his head.
"What a joke!"
"This is impossible!"
Song Wenyuan was extremely shocked.
The improvement brought about by his own power of will is about two and a half times, and coupled with nearly twice Zhang Junmo's realm combat power, when he uses this mysterious level technique, the explosive power is at least thirty times that of Zhang Junmo!
Thirty times!
What a huge gap is that?
What kind of ability does Zhang Junmo have that can resist this kind of power?
Song Wenyuan's eyes turned a little red.
There must be a secret in Zhang Junmo that others cannot imagine!
After this competition, he will try his best to get it no matter what!
However, before that, he has to win the championship!
"No matter what method you use, you can't defeat me!"
The aura on Song Wenyuan's body seemed to be stronger, and the power of the judge's pen increased a little.
Zhang Junmo's expression changed, and the pressure on his head became even greater.
Click!
Kaka!
Some crisp sounds gradually came from his body.
That's the sound made when bones are under tremendous pressure.
Zhang Junmo gritted his teeth.
Ever since he came into contact with the practice, Zhang Junmo has never stopped practicing the Body Refining Boxing.
Although the Body Refining Boxing is rarely used to improve one's cultivation, Zhang Junmo's physical body has become tougher and stronger with repeated tempering!
"Better than you?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
A trace of ridicule gradually appeared on Zhang Junmo's face.
"What I want to do is not to defeat you, but to trample you under my feet!"
With a roar, an even more powerful force surged out of Zhang Junmo's body.
Everything in this spiritual space is so real.
Being able to present everything about his body completely here.
Even at such a critical moment, Zhang Junmo still felt very incredible.
Bang!
Finally, with the continuous injection of strength from the two of them.
The judge pen suddenly exploded! Turned into black mist.
"Won!"
Gao Shengzhong, who was watching the game, was overjoyed.
In the auditorium, countless spectators who supported Zhang Junmo also cheered.
Because in this terrible confrontation, Zhang Junmo broke the opponent's attack!
But just when everyone was cheering!
Zhang Haoting's eyes narrowed slightly next to Gao Shengzhong, and he exclaimed: "It's not over yet!"
As he finished speaking, he saw a figure flying like a ghost under the thick black air on the martial arts field, and appeared quickly in front of Zhang Junmo!
Boom!
A palm hit Zhang Junmo hard on the chest.
puff!
Zhang Junmo flew backwards instantly and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood turned into red spots of light and dissipated in mid-air.
But he looked at Song Wenyuan who was charging towards him again with a pale face!
