"boom!"
The second punch!
Powerful force cut through the air, and there was a harsh scream!
The two fists collided together again.
The air is like a torrent!
Fang Ming's arm shook, and he still stood there without moving!
Luo Qingzhou, on the other hand, couldn't help himself and backed away "Zeng Zeng Zeng".
Fang Ming still didn't rush to pursue the victory, and continued to move forward slowly while accumulating strength.
It's like taking a walk in a leisurely garden.
But the flickering fist aura in his hand had blocked all the space on both sides.
The space where Luo Qingzhou was located was compressed step by step!
"Moo——"
He just stood firm and rushed forward again!
The third punch!
His fists became horns and his body was like a fierce bull, coming in an instant.
Demonic bull collision!
"boom!"
This time the combination of strength and speed finally caused Fang Ming to tremble and take a few steps back.
He shrunk, as if his face was dull, and suddenly he took a few steps forward, and then rushed forward. All the power of the Grand Master was poured into his fists, and he suddenly attacked!
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and the fist exploded like the scorching sun!
Luo Qingzhou flew backwards again and hit the formation mask behind him heavily.
When he stood up from the ground, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sure enough, the difference in cultivation level is too big. After all, there is a huge difference in realm."
"The disciple of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect is very cautious and is afraid that he will not give the young man any chance. If he hits a few more punches, he probably won't be able to bear it."
"That young man is already very good. He has defeated the Piaomiao Immortal Sect three times in a row, and now he is facing off against the opponent's Grand Master. Other practitioners do not have this strength."
"Indeed, I don't know who Dayan will send in the next few games."
Everyone in the audience, seeing that there seemed to be no more suspense in this competition, started talking in low voices.
Everyone in Dayan looked solemn and silent.
Nangong Huoyue held the hands in her sleeves tightly, staring at the figure on the stage motionlessly.
Fang Ming's temptation was over.
He rushed forward, and the fist in his hand suddenly turned into fist shadows all over the sky, like a hill of stacked fist shadows, crushing towards Luo Qingzhou!
The true strength of the Grand Master was fully demonstrated at this moment!
Luo Qingzhou could not avoid it.
Moreover, he didn’t want to avoid it!
"Wow!"
A black fist suddenly lit up on his fist, and a demonic cow suddenly appeared behind him!
Then, he rushed into the opponent's fist shadow!
Explosions echoed around him.
His whole body seemed to be beaten heavily by the opponent's fist shadow and light.
Waves of pain came from everywhere in the body.
It was as if a sword was being hammered repeatedly with a hammer, gradually beating away all the impurities inside.
"boom!"
A bang!
The fist light disappeared, he flew backwards and fell heavily in the corner of the fighting platform.
When he stood up from the ground, he said "wow" and spit out another mouthful of blood. He was punched all over his body and was in great embarrassment and pain.
But at this moment, he felt extremely comfortable.
The power that has been accumulated in his body has been ready for a long time. Now he can finally release it without any scruples. At the same time, he can use this surging power and the opponent's power to start to break through!
continue!
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rushed forward again!
Fang Ming shrank, and his fists suddenly let out a roar like a beast. The two fists suddenly grew many times in size, and he hit him hard again.
Luo Qingzhou was smashed away.
But he still had no fear, and he didn't seem to have suffered any shock injuries in his body. He immediately got up and rushed towards him.
"boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Fang Ming gritted his teeth and ferociously released his Grandmaster's power, slamming his fists like a violent storm.
He didn't believe that the other party could resist his attacks with the body of a mere grandmaster!
After half a stick of incense!
After a stick of incense!
Half an hour later...
Fang Ming's attacks were like waves, one after another, endless, each punch carrying terrifying power.
The entire battle stage was almost enveloped by his fist light.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
He punched out another fist that contained terrifying power, like a roaring beast, swallowing up the boy opposite him!
But when the fist light dissipated, the young man actually stood up from the ground again.
I saw that the clothes on the other party's chest were stained red with blood, and the skin seemed to be cracked everywhere. The clothes on his body were also torn a lot, which looked particularly miserable.
But not only did the opponent not fall to the ground, he looked even more energetic, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!
After attacking like a storm for half an hour, the opponent can still do this!
Fang Ming clenched his fists, his chest was heaving, he was breathing heavily, and there was thick sweat on his head.
Even the great master couldn't stand such continuous and fierce attacks.
What's more, the opponent didn't just stand there and let him fight, the opponent's counterattack was equally fierce.
Fang Ming clenched his two fists and felt his fists and arms were numb.
At the same time, more than half of the energy in the Dan Sea has been consumed.
Ordinarily, his Grand Master's Yuan Power has been consumed so much, and the other party's Grand Master's Yuan Power should have been gone for a long time.
"The opponent should be at the end of his strength..."
With this thought in his mind, he took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged toward his fists again.
All in one go!
"boom!"
He rushed forward again!
This time, it was still a continuous and fierce attack.
The energy surged out like a wave, and the fist light poured out like a violent storm!
There were piercing screams in the air.
The surrounding formation shields also flickered under this ferocious attack.
Nearly half an hour passed again.
There was not much energy left in his body, and he had to stop after punching the last punch.
At this time, his face was a little pale, his chest was heaving violently, his heavy breathing could be clearly heard, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
At the same time, the Danhai in his body was twitching slightly and calling the police.
The energy in the Dan Sea has been almost exhausted.
He gasped and looked across.
The dazzling light of the fist dissipated, and the boy opposite was knocked to the ground, covered in blood, and it seemed that he finally couldn't get up.
He was instantly relieved.
Everyone in the audience was silent, all looking at the figure lying on the ground with complicated expressions.
To be able to withstand the Grand Master's fist for such a long time, and even make the Grand Master collapse from exhaustion, is such a terrifying strength.
What's more, he is only at the master level!
Being knocked down again and again and getting up from the ground again and again.
This is not only the support of strength, but also the support of terrifying willpower!
This young man is fighting for his country and looks forward to death!
At this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with admiration and regret, and they sighed secretly.
It's a pity that such a brave young man with passion, loyalty and talent was born in the weak Dayan.
Not only the people in the audience felt pity, but the people in Peng Lai Xiandao and Jiutian Yaotai also felt secretly pity in their hearts at this moment.
On the Yunzhou not far away.
Fairy Qin Yao had come out of the room with several disciples and stood at the bow of the ship.
At this moment, everyone in Dayan clenched their fists and stared motionlessly at the figure lying on the stage.
On the battlefield.
Fang Ming calmed down the energy and blood in his body a little, then took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked towards the young man opposite, with a cold glint in his eyes.
This young man must be killed on the spot!
In addition to avenging those junior brothers and sisters and explaining to the elders of the sect, he also wanted to wash away his own shame!
Also, this young man's strength and willpower frightened him!
Must be killed!
"Uh-huh!"
His fists lit up again, and he walked over step by step.
Off stage.
Among the people in Dayan, Nangong Huoyue's face turned pale and she hurriedly said: "Dean!"
Bai Yishan immediately looked at Jia Xun who was standing next to the fighting platform. Just when he was about to admit defeat, the crowd next to him suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"Stand up! He actually stood up again!"
Bai Yishan's heart was shocked and he hurriedly looked at the stage.
The young man who fell to the ground covered in blood unexpectedly slowly stood up from the ground again, standing so upright, and even said: "That's not enough, continue..."
Fang Ming, who was opposite him, suddenly stopped in his steps and his heart suddenly shrank.
At this moment, his shining fist suddenly started to tremble.
"Grandmaster? It seems that the strength is still not enough..."
Luo Qingzhou whispered again, suddenly his figure flashed and he rushed forward!
"Moo——"
The demon cow roars filial piety!
At the same time, a red thunderbolt lit up on his fist!
Black fist light and red thunder and lightning instantly magnified in Fang Ming's two holes!
"boom!"
He hurriedly threw out a punch!
The two fists hit each other hard.
But this time, his great master's power was completely defeated!
His body shook, and he was directly knocked away by a huge force. At the same time, the protective wind and protective light shield on his body broke apart in an instant.
He no longer has enough energy in his body to help him continue to maintain and repair these defensive light shields.
He hit the formation light shield behind him heavily and fell to the ground in a panic.
When the dignity of the Immortal Sect disciple made him stand up from the ground despite the pain, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The whole process was just like the process when the boy across from him was beaten by him.
This scene made all the practitioners in the audience fall silent.
"boom!"
Luo Qingzhou's second punch hit him again.
Black fist light, with purple thunder and lightning!
Fang Ming used his last strength and punched out his fist with red eyes.
But this time, he was knocked out again!
"boom!"
Luo Qingzhou punched for the third time!
Black fist light, with black thunder and lightning!
This punch directly dented Fang Ming's chest!
"Zi..."
Three-color thunder and lightning suddenly appeared on Luo Qingzhou's fist!
Fang Ming was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, and blood gushing from his chest and mouth. He seemed to want to admit defeat and beg for mercy, but he couldn't speak.
Streams of blood poured out of his mouth.
At this moment, the grand master disciple of Piaomiao Immortal Sect felt fear and despair for the first time.
"Stop! We..."
In the audience, Zhou Yuanshan shouted angrily and wanted to admit defeat, but as an elder of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, he couldn't shout those two words in front of so many people.
He just hoped that if he shouted "stop", the other party would really stop.
"boom--"
Luo Qingzhou turned a deaf ear, and his black fist, carrying three-color thunder and lightning, struck directly at the Grand Master of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect on the ground!
A bang!
Fang Ming's entire body was directly blown to pieces by the exploding fist light.
At the same time, his soul was instantly destroyed by the roaring three-color thunder and lightning, and turned into nothing!
All the cultivators in the audience were silent, watching this scene with wide eyes.
"Wow!"
On the stage, the dazzling fist light slowly faded away.
The young man's figure standing upright slowly appeared in the light.
On the ground, there was a pool of flesh and blood molding into a lake of flesh.
The disciple of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect has died without a complete body, and his soul is scattered...
There was dead silence under the stage.
Everyone in the Piaomiao Immortal Sect had extremely ugly expressions and couldn't believe it.
Especially those young disciples, their faces were pale.
And the young man named Zhu Yufeng, who was standing at the back and had not dared to go on stage just now, his teeth chattered and his whole body trembled. His mouth trembled and he murmured: "Fortunately...fortunately..."
The people in Dayan on the other side of the fighting platform were also silent, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Won……
Actually won again...
Grandmaster versus Grandmaster…
Even Bai Yishan's usually calm face was stained with blood and became excited.
incredible!
This time, Luo Qingzhou neither sprinkled the powder nor took anything.
He raised his head and looked at the people of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect in the audience. He paused and said that sentence in a low tone: "The next one will still be me."
His tone was flat.
But at this moment, all the practitioners in the audience felt a surge of domineering blood!
In the third game, it’s me!
Game 4, it’s me again!
In the fifth game, it’s still me!
Game 6, it’s still me!
Next time, it will still be me!
After winning four games in a row, it will still be him in the next game!
Although his robes were torn, scarred, and covered in blood, and he looked shaky and miserable, at this moment, when he said these words, almost no one in the audience dared to despise or laugh at him.
This is a domineering force that makes people feel passionate from the bottom of their hearts and souls!
As for the Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
This young man finally made them feel fear - the fear of a cultivator from a mere small country and a mere master!
How funny.
Before coming here, they didn't feel this way even when the boy won three games in a row on stage.
But now, they really feel it.
"In the sixth competition, Dayan wins!"
At this time, Jia Xunmo's indifferent voice finally broke the silence in the field.
Immediately, he waved his sleeves and removed the light mask on the battlefield.
"Win! We win again!"
Everyone in Dayan suddenly cheered like thunder, cheered, and rushed towards the young man on the battlefield.
The body behind the young man was still lying there coldly in a mold of flesh and blood.
No one from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect came up immediately to take him away.
Grandmaster vs. Grandmaster, they were defeated miserably, and both body and soul were destroyed.
All the cultivators in the world are watching, who among them has any shame?
