"boom!"
Second punch!
A powerful force cut through the air, and a piercing scream was heard!
The two men's fists collided again.
The air waves are like a flood!
Fang Ming shook his arm, his robe fluttering, but he still stood there without moving!
But Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to retreat away.
Fang Ming still did not rush to pursue the victory, but continued to move forward slowly while accumulating strength.
It feels like taking a leisurely walk in the garden.
But the flashing aura of his fist had already blocked all the space on both sides.
The space where Luo Qingzhou was located was compressed step by step!
"Moo—"
As soon as he stood firm, he rushed forward again!
The third punch!
His fists became horns, his body was like a ferocious bull, and he arrived in an instant.
The devil bull charges!
"Bang!"
This time, the combination of strength and speed finally made Fang Ming tremble and take a few steps back.
His fist shrank as if he felt ashamed, and suddenly he took a few steps forward, then rushed forward actively, pouring all the power of a grandmaster into his fist and attacking suddenly!
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the fist light exploded like the scorching sun!
Luo Qingzhou flew backwards again and hit the formation light shield behind him heavily.
When he stood up from the ground, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sure enough, the difference in cultivation is too big. After all, there is a big realm difference."
"The disciple from Piao Miao Xian Zong is very cautious. I'm afraid he won't give the young man any chance. If he gets hit a few more times, he probably won't be able to take it."
"That young man is already pretty good. He has won three games in a row against Piao Miao Xian Zong, and now he is fighting against the opponent's Grandmaster. Other practitioners don't have this kind of strength."
"Indeed, I wonder who Da Yan will send to play in the next few games."
Seeing that this competition seemed to have no suspense anymore, the people in the audience began to discuss in low voices.
The people of Dayan had solemn expressions and were silent.
Nangong Huoyue clenched her hands tightly in her sleeves, staring motionlessly at the figure on the stage.
Fang Ming's test has ended.
He rushed forward directly, 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 had no way to avoid it.
Besides, he didn't want to avoid it!
“Wow!”
A black light suddenly appeared on his fist, and the shadow of a demon bull suddenly appeared behind him!
Then, he rushed into the opponent's fist shadow!
Explosions sounded all around.
His whole body seemed to be beaten heavily by the opponent's fist shadows and fist light.
Waves of pain came from all over the body.
It was like a sword that was being hammered over and over again, gradually removing all the impurities inside.
"boom!"
A loud bang!
The fist light disappeared, he flew backwards, and fell heavily in the corner of the arena.
When he stood up from the ground, he let out a "wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was pierced all over his body by punches, looking miserable and in great pain.
But at this moment, he felt extremely comfortable.
The power that had been accumulated in his body for a long time had been stirring. Now he could finally release it without any scruples. At the same time, he could use this surging power and the power of his opponent to start breaking through!
continue!
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rushed forward again!
Fang Mingtong's fists shrank, and suddenly a wild beast-like roar rang out from his two fists. His two fists suddenly grew many times larger and smashed up heavily again.
Luo Qingzhou was knocked away.
But he was still fearless, and did not seem to have suffered any injuries inside his body. He immediately stood up and rushed towards him.
"boom!"
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Fang Ming gritted his teeth and fiercely released his grandmaster's power, smashing forward with both fists like a violent storm.
He just didn't believe that the other party, with his mere master's body, could withstand his attacks all the time!
After half an incense stick!
After one stick of incense!
Half an hour later...
Fang Ming's attack was like a wave, one after another, continuously, and each punch carried terrible power.
The entire battlefield was almost covered by the light of his fist.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
He threw out another fist with terrifying power, like a roaring beast, swallowing the boy opposite in one gulp!
But when the fist light dissipated, the young man actually stood up from the ground again.
I saw that the other person's clothes on his chest had been stained red with blood, and his skin everywhere seemed to have been cracked. The robe on his body was also torn a lot, looking extremely miserable.
But not only was the opponent not knocked down by him, but he looked even more energetic, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!
After half an hour of violent attack, the opponent can still do this!
Fang Ming clenched his fists, his chest heaving, his mouth breathing heavily, and beads of sweat oozing from his head.
Even a grandmaster would not be able to withstand such continuous and fierce attacks.
What's more, the opponent didn't just stand there and let him hit him. His counterattack was equally fierce.
Fang Ming clenched his fists and felt his fists and arms going numb.
At the same time, more than half of the energy in the Danhai had been consumed.
Logically speaking, he had already consumed so much of his Grandmaster's energy, so the other party's Grandmaster-level energy should have been gone long ago.
"The other party must have reached the end of his strength..."
As he thought this in his mind, he took a deep breath and the energy in his body surged towards his fists again.
Do it in one go!
"boom!"
He rushed forward again!
This time, it was still a continuous and fierce attack.
The Yuan force surged out like a wave, and the fist light poured out like a violent storm!
There were shrill screams in the air.
The surrounding formation shields were also flickering in this fierce attack.
Nearly half an hour passed.
There was very little energy left in his body, so he had to stop after throwing the last punch.
At this moment, his face was a little pale, his chest was heaving violently, his heavy breathing was clearly audible, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
At the same time, the Danhai in his body was twitching slightly, sending out an alarm.
The energy in the Danhai has been almost exhausted.
He gasped and looked across.
The dazzling fist light dissipated, and the young man opposite was knocked to the ground, covered in blood, and seemed unable to get up.
He suddenly felt relieved.
Everyone in the audience was silent, their eyes looking at the figure lying on the ground with complicated expressions.
Being able to hold out under the fist of the Grand Master for so long, and even making the Grand Master almost fall down from exhaustion, this strength is truly terrifying.
What's more, he is only at the Grandmaster level!
Being knocked down again and again, and standing up from the ground again and again.
This is not only supported by strength, but also by terrifying willpower!
This young man is fighting for his country and is ready to die!
At this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with admiration and regret, and they sighed inwardly.
It is a pity that such a passionate, loyal and talented brave boy was born in the weak Da Yan.
Not only did the people in the audience feel sorry for it, but the people on Penglai Fairy Island and Jiutian Yaotai also felt secretly sorry in their hearts at this moment.
On the cloud boat not far away.
Fairy Qin Yao had already come out of the room with several disciples and stood at the bow of the ship.
At this moment, everyone in Da Yan clenched their fists, staring motionlessly at the figure lying on the stage.
On the battle stage.
Fang Ming calmed down his blood and energy a little, then took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked towards the young man opposite, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
This young man must be killed on the spot!
In addition to avenging those fellow brothers and sisters and giving an explanation to the elders of the sect, he also had to wash away the shame for himself!
Also, the strength and willpower of this young man terrified him!
Must be killed!
“Swish!”
The light on his fist lit up again, and he walked forward step by step.
In the audience.
Among the people in Dayan, Nangong Huoyue's face turned pale and he said hurriedly, "Dean!"
Bai Yishan immediately looked at Jia Xun who was standing next to the fighting stage. When he was about to admit defeat, the people around him suddenly gasped.
"Stand up! He actually stood up again!"
Bai Yishan's heart was shocked and he looked towards the stage in panic.
The young man lying on the ground covered in blood stood up slowly, and stood so straight, saying, "Not enough, keep going..."
Fang Ming, who was standing opposite him, suddenly stopped in his tracks and his heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, his fist, which was shining with light, suddenly began to tremble.
"Grandmaster? It seems that the strength is still not enough..."
Luo Qingzhou whispered another sentence, and suddenly his figure flashed and rushed forward!
"Moo—"
The devil bull roars!
At the same time, a red lightning appeared on his fist!
The black fist light and red lightning instantly enlarged in Fang Ming's two child holes!
"boom!"
He threw a punch in panic!
The two fists collided heavily.
But this time, his grandmaster power was completely defeated!
His body shook and he was blown away by a huge force. At the same time, the protective wind and light shield on his body broke apart instantly.
There was no longer enough energy in his body to help him maintain and repair these defensive shields.
He hit the formation shield behind him heavily and fell to the ground in a mess.
When the dignity of a disciple of the Immortal Sect forced him to stand up from the ground while enduring the pain, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The whole process was exactly the same as the process where the young man opposite was beaten by him just now.
This scene caused all the practitioners below the stage to fall into silence.
"boom!"
Luo Qingzhou's second punch struck again.
The black fist light was accompanied by purple lightning!
Fang Ming used up his last bit of strength, with red eyes, and swung his fist.
But this time, he was knocked out again!
"boom!"
Luo Qingzhou threw a third punch!
The black fist light carried black lightning!
This punch directly made Fang Ming's chest cave in!
"Sizzle..."
Three colors of lightning suddenly appeared on Luo Qingzhou's fist!
Fang Ming lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, blood gushing out of his chest and mouth. He seemed to want to admit defeat and beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Streams of blood gushed out of his mouth.
At this moment, the disciple of the grand master of Piaomiao Xianzong felt fear and despair for the first time.
"Stop! We..."
Below the stage, Zhou Yuanshan suddenly shouted angrily and wanted to admit defeat, but as an elder of Piaomiao Xianzong, he couldn't shout out 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 to him, and his black fist light with three-colored lightning smashed directly towards the grand master of Piaomiao Xianzong on the ground!
A loud bang!
Fang Ming's entire body was shattered by the exploding fist.
At the same time, his soul was instantly reduced to ashes and disappeared in the three-colored lightning of Roaring Xiao!
The practitioners below the stage were silent, watching this scene with their eyes wide open.
“Wow!”
On the stage, the dazzling fist light slowly faded away.
The young man's upright figure slowly appeared in the light.
On the ground was a pool of bloody flesh.
The disciple of Piao Miao Xian Zong has been killed, his soul has been scattered...
There was dead silence in the audience.
Everyone in Piaomiao Immortal Sect had extremely grim expressions and couldn't believe it.
Especially the young disciples, their faces were pale.
The young man standing at the back, who had just been afraid to go on stage, named Zhu Yufeng, was even more trembling with teeth chattering, his whole body shaking, and he murmured in a trembling voice: "Fortunately... Fortunately..."
The people of Dayan, who were standing opposite the battle stage, were equally silent, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Winning…
I won again...
Grandmaster vs Grandmaster...
Even Bai Yishan, whose usually calm face turned red and became excited.
incredible!
This time, Luo Qingzhou neither sprinkled powder nor took anything.
He raised his head and looked at the people from the Piao Miao Xian Sect below the stage. He paused and said in a calm tone, "The next game will still be me."
The tone is calm.
But at this moment, all the practitioners below the stage felt a surge of domineering power that made their blood boil!
The third game, it’s me!
The fourth game, it’s still me!
Game 5, it’s still me!
Game 6, it’s still me!
The next game will still be me!
Winning four games in a row, the next game will still be him!
Even though his robe was torn, he was covered in scars and blood, and he looked shaky and in a miserable state, at this moment, when he said this, almost no one in the audience dared to despise or laugh at him.
This is a domineering and powerful aura that makes people feel excited from the bottom of their hearts and souls!
But for Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
This young man finally made them feel fear—the fear from a mere grandmaster cultivator from a tiny country!
That's funny.
Before coming here, they didn't have this feeling even when the boy won three games in a row on stage.
But now, they really felt it.
"In the sixth match, Dayan wins!"
At this time, Jia Xun's indifferent voice finally broke the silence in the room.
Then, he waved his sleeves and removed the light shield on the battlefield.
"We won! We won again!"
The people of Dayan cheered like thunder and rushed towards the young man on the stage.
The corpse behind the young man was still lying there coldly, covered in blood.
No one from Piaomiao Xianzong came up immediately to take him away.
The grandmaster faced off against the grandmaster, and was defeated miserably, with both his body and soul destroyed.
All the practitioners in the world are watching, who among them still has the nerve to come forward