"Don't be crazy, Xu Xuan is only ranked forty-two, don't think you are invincible, I will fight you."
A young man walks out.
"Pu Sichong is about to make a move. Pu Sichong used to be ranked nineteenth on the bronze list, but this time he is one place behind and is ranked twenty. He has a fighting strength that is much stronger than Xu Xuan."
Someone recognized the speaker.
Pu Sichong had fought against Ling Kong in the Grand Competition of the Fourth Academy, and his combat power was very strong. Everyone expected Pu Sichong to teach the strong youth a lesson.
"Where do you rank on the bronze list?"
The strong young man asked with a smile.
"It's not tall, it's only twentieth. There are nineteen people who are stronger than me."
Pu Si Chong said.
"Twenty?"
The strong young man shook his head and said, "You are not my opponent, let's get a stronger one."
"Arrogance, you will know after the battle."
Pu Sichong strode forward and came to the strong young man.
"Junior brother, these trash won't shed tears when they see the coffin, let them know how trash they are."
Jian Wuchen said coldly.
"Haha, Brother Jian, don't worry."
The strong young man grinned, and then shouted: "Boy, let's see the trick!"
boom!
The strong young man also punched out, the fist was black and shiny, exuding a metallic luster.
Keng!
Pu Sichong drew his long sword out of its sheath, and the sword aura soared into the sky. The cyan sword aura almost turned into substance, avoided the strong young man's fist, and slashed towards the strong young man.
"It's beautiful to want to avoid my fist."
The strong young man sneered, and with a flick of his fist, it seemed as if he had traveled through space, and hit Pu Sichong's sword in an instant.
There was a loud noise, just like the fight with Xu Xuan before, on the fist, black sharp rays of light rushed towards Pu Si.
Pu Sichong's expression changed, his figure moved, and with the help of the opponent's strength, his figure floated back, and he swung his long sword, cutting out more than a dozen sword lights, blocking the black light.
"It's good to be able to block my move, but what's next?"
The strong young man laughed loudly, rushed towards Pu Sichong quickly, and swung his fists continuously, one after another of terrifying punches enveloped Pu Sichong, making continuous roaring sounds.
Pu Sichong circulated his sword technique, slashed out streaks of sword light, and resisted with all his strength.
boom! boom! ...
In an instant, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves, and then a figure flew out, coughing up blood in the air.
It was Pu Sichong, who lost again.
Even if he tried his best, he could only stick to a dozen moves.
The hearts of the audience sank, is this still a disciple who just started this year
Is it too strong? Everyone can see that the Xuan-level low-grade boxing practiced by the strong young man has reached the fourth level, and is not far from the fifth level.
And his physical body is also very powerful, at least second grade.
The most important thing is that the opponent's blood has not exploded yet, it's just that strong.
It's too perverted, it will definitely cause a sensation if it participates in the Four Academy Competition.
Everyone's faces were extremely ugly.
Could it be that to deal with a disciple who has just started this year, it is necessary to dispatch the top ten masters on the bronze list
Everyone couldn't help but look at the top ten figures on the bronze list.
This time, eight of the top ten on the bronze list.
Except for Duanmu Yunyang and Lu Ming, everyone else has arrived.
Bu Xingkai, Duan Gang, Ling Kong, Duanmuchen, Cheng Feiluan and others all had ugly faces.
Against a disciple who just started this year, even if he wins, it would be a shameful thing, besides, Jian Wuchen and the young man holding the sword did not make a move
The other party obviously has no intention of letting go today, no matter who is superior, the other party obviously will not leave, if one fails, everyone on the bronze list will lose face today.
"Let me do it!"
At this time, a burly young man walked out.
"It's Su Song, it's great to have Su Song take the shot."
Everyone was slightly overjoyed.
Before the four-house competition, Su Song ranked eighth on the bronze list, although this time because of the rise of Lu Ming and Ling Kong, he was squeezed out of the top ten and ranked eleventh.
But his combat strength is indeed very strong, much higher than Pu Sichong.
"Junior Brother Su, be careful."
Duan Gang said.
Both of them are from Xuanwuyuan, they have a good relationship, and they are also the two strongest bronze-level disciples of Xuanwuyuan.
Su Song nodded and walked out.
"Su Song, eleventh on the bronze list, please advise."
Su Song clasped his fists.
"Hey, the eleventh place, it seems that an interesting one finally came."
The strong young man licked his lips and sneered.
war!
Without extra words, the two fought together.
Everyone on the field stared at him for a moment, hoping that Su Song would win.
Su Song's fighting style is very similar to Duan Gang's. He cultivates physical and defensive martial arts, focusing on defense and close combat.
And the strong youths of Qilin Academy also prefer melee combat.
The two punched each other, bombarding continuously, like two savage beasts colliding together.
The battle was extremely fierce, with fierce punches/shots.
But the strong young man is indeed extremely powerful. It is obviously the fourth level of low-grade boxing at the Xuan level, but when he uses it in his hands, the combat power he displays is stronger than other boxing at the same level.
Su Song had no choice but to burst out his blood and fight with it.
Fortunately, Su Song's defensive martial arts were very powerful, blocking the attack of the strong young man.
In a blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves, and it was hard to tell the winner.
"Damn it, you can block me so many moves, watch me blow your turtle shell."
The strong young man roared.
It seemed that being blocked so many moves was a great shame to him.
boom!
There was a flash of blood on the strong young man's body, and then, a simple glove emerged above his head.
"The bloodline of the glove? Is this the special bloodline in the legend?"
Everyone was surprised and watched curiously.
For most people, this is the first time they have seen a special bloodline.
The blood of the glove is black and full of simplicity. Everyone even saw the scars cut by swords on the glove, as if after a fierce battle, a mighty fist filled the air.
There are six chakras on the glove, obviously, it is a sixth-level blood.
Then, the blood of the glove disappeared in a flash, and submerged into the body of the strong young man, and the strong young man's aura flourished.
"Break it for me!"
The strong young man shouted loudly, and punched out, and the power of the fist reached a peak.
boom!
The terrifying force of the punch hit the tortoise shell-shaped shield around Su Song's body.
Amid the violent roar, Su Song staggered back, his face turned pale, and his defensive martial skills were almost broken.
"Come again, let's see how many punches you can block me."
boom! boom!
Su Song was completely suppressed by the pitch-black punches, and could only defend with all his strength.
But even so, he only resisted more than a dozen moves before being pierced through the defensive martial skill by the strong young man and punched him in the chest.
Su Song screamed, his body flew tens of meters, and fell heavily on the ground, coughing up blood and breathing weakly.
With one punch, Su Song was severely injured.
"Brother Su!"
Duan Gang hastily rushed over, and after checking for a while, an angry look appeared on his face. He glared at the strong young man, and said, "It's just a sparring session, you must be too ruthless."
"Who told him not to admit defeat and resist desperately, this is what he asked for."
The strong young man pursed his lips, not paying attention.