Tong Wujie yelled in a low voice, and his naked upper body muscles bulged high and blue veins violently, and waves of violent wind swept around him frantically.
"Ascend to heaven and break."
Tong Wujie screamed, and a wave of air burst out under his feet, leaving a cyan trail behind his whole person like a world-shattering rainbow.
Wherever the violent wind passes, the martial arts platform splashes and scatters violently, like a dragon in the sea.
Qin Shaoyang's eyes moved slightly, and Tong Wujie made this move with all his strength. It seemed that he was planning to win or lose with one move.
Its power is even closer to the grandmaster realm.
At this moment, not just him, but the entire audience changed their faces. No one had ever thought that Tong Wujie could make such a powerful blow.
In the shocking eyes of everyone, Tong Wujie approached Qin Shaoyang's five feet in front of him, and blasted his fist towards the sky.
Suddenly, a tornado of gang wind rose into the sky, covering a realm of ten meters in radius.
The sky was full of dust, and the wind raged to the sky, covering Qin Shaoyang's figure completely.
"Haha, it's finally over. Isn't that guy Qin Shaoyang crazy and shameless? I don't believe he can survive this trick."
On the audience stage, Zhang Jinsheng fisted in excitement, and Qin Shaoyang's defeat made him very happy.
But Zhang Jinpeng frowned.
"Second brother, if Qin Shaoyang is beaten to death, Tong Wujie will also be disqualified. Our bet..."
Hearing Zhang Jinpeng's reminder, Zhang Jinsheng was taken aback.
Yeah, I almost forgot, but they took out their old books. Now he hoped that Qin Shaoyang's fate would be hard, and he could keep a breath.
On the other side, Tong Tianyang sneered and stood up.
"The good show is over, it seems that the more than 40 million gold coins have been saved."
Mo Linglong also smiled slightly. Even though the kid Qin Shaoyang had a good talent, he was just a hairy kid, not to be afraid.
Thinking of this, she also got up Yanran.
On the slow stage, the nine princess Gu Lingyue's starry eyes narrowed slightly, but a touch of imperceptible loss was revealed.
I thought I would meet an interesting guy, but it’s a pity...
Gu Lingyue's gaze fell in the eyes of Beirong Great Emperor Gu Miechen. This precious girl is everything in his eyes. Just when he wanted to say something, his expression moved slightly, and he looked at the high platform suddenly. The huge tornado.
call.
A leisurely sigh came out.
The voice was a bit misty, and a bit cold and silent.
Although it was just a simple sound, it was inexplicable. The temperature on the entire martial arts platform suddenly dropped a bit.
"What sound!" Zhang Jinsheng's face became stiff.
Feng Qingling frowned slightly, squinting, looking at the skyrocketing tornado in the distance.
Tong Tianyang and Mo Linglong, who were about to leave, also stopped abruptly and suddenly looked back at the tornado.
The entire auditorium went quiet for some reason, and they gathered their gazes.
Among the dusty tornado, a faint figure slowly appeared.
Followed by a palm full of flames.
The palm of his hand stretched out gently, and on the palm of his hand, the fire of pure sun was attached to it, piercing out from the tornado wind.
"That is… "
Seeing the palm protruding from the fire net, Zhang Jinsheng's eyes widened, and his chin was about to fall to the ground.
"Such a raging wind didn't even tear his arm apart."
Feng Qingling and Zhang Jinpeng looked at each other, and they both saw an unbelievable touch in each other's eyes.
Such a raging wind is almost sharper than a steel knife, and if a normal person is inside, the flesh and blood of the whole body may have been torn to pieces.
Even if a martial artist of the Heaven-Through-Sky realm has a spiritual energy body, it is estimated that he will be embarrassed, the wounds are all over the body, and it is very lucky to be able to leave a life.
But at this moment, the palm of the protruding hand showed no scars.
The expressions of the audience who suddenly thought of this changed wildly.
The expressions of Tong Tianyang and Mo Linglong also changed, and then they narrowed viciously.
"Isn't this dead?" Tong Wujie's brows clenched, and his heart sank, and a layer of haze appeared on the mad face that was originally bound to win.
He stared at the wind tornado, his eyes flickering.
Since childhood, among his peers, he has never met such a difficult person.
The pillar of fire rose into the sky, and a crimson figure gradually emerged.
Qin Shaoyang stepped out slowly, and in an instant, the skyrocketing tornado that had just been raging violently disappeared suddenly.
Countless gravel lost the support of the wind, and fell from the top one after another.
"Do you still fight?"
Qin Shaoyang stood proudly, the waves of fire entwined all over his body, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't show any signs of action, but looked at Tong Wujie broadly and indifferently.
Tong Wujie gasped for breath, apparently that the blow just now consumed him.
Those sharp eagle eyes stared at Qin Shaoyang from beginning to end, as if to see him through.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, how could he resist his ascend to heaven, which was comparable to a blow from a Grandmaster Realm powerhouse, intact.
Unless his cultivation is already in the realm of Huazong.
It's just that it's impossible, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Huazong Realm powerhouse, heh, who would believe it.
Even in the history of the development of the Beirong Empire for thousands of years, there is no such young Huazong Realm powerhouse.
However, Tong Wujie knew that now was not the time to think about this, he could already feel that the spiritual power in his body had become sluggish, blocked, and somewhat powerless.
His gaze fell on the ground around him, still braving the purple poisonous bamboo tube.
He had just cast the profound meaning level spells, all the body-protecting wind around him turned into a blow out, that is, at that time, the poisonous gas entered the body.
He knew this trick naturally, but he thought that his strongest blow could completely defeat the Qin Shaoyang in front of him...
"I surrender."
Tong Wujie slowly let go of his palm, with a touch of unwillingness in his eyes, but a touch of helplessness in his eyes.
As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.
Tong Wujie gave up? how can that be.
"Thank you for your concession."
Qin Shaoyang clasped his fists and smiled slightly, but Tong Wujie stopped looking at Qin Shaoyang at all, turned and walked proudly outside the martial arts arena.
"I Tong Wujie can afford to lose, but the power hidden in you really makes me curious."
As he passed by Qin Shaoyang, Tong Wujie's gloomy voice came indifferently, and his eyes looked even more deeply.
His Tong Wujie is not stupid, and he can directly resist his strongest arcane magic, which Qin Shaoyang is by no means that simple.
Qin Shaoyang chuckled lightly at the corner of his mouth and didn't reply.
Just now, even though the sky was covered by the waves of dust, the fluctuations in spiritual power caused by the use of the body of the dragon soul were probably noticed by many master-level experts on the scene.
It seems that the emperor can't stay any longer.
Simply, the quarterfinals battle has ended.
"The breath just now is very weird."
The Great Emperor Beirong narrowed his eyes slightly, and for the first time seriously looked at the victorious young man on the martial arts stage.
"The minion will check it out now."
Behind Emperor Bei Rong, a dark shadow quietly retreated.