The last punch!

Two faint golden rays appeared in Shui Wenxin's pupils, and the black hair on her head was automatically windless, and strands of true energy were shuttled between the hairs.

Even his thin body seemed to have become a little taller.

If you look closely, you will find that the skin of Shui Wenxin's arms is covered with a layer of metallic luster, which is like it has turned into two metal iron walls.

"Spiritual-level low-level martial arts, Vajra God Fist!"

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised and recognized the martial arts that Shui Wenxin used.

"Haha! That's right, it's the Vajra God Fist!" Shui Wenxin smiled.

Among the spiritual-level martial arts, Vajra God Fist is a relatively ordinary boxing technique and is widely circulated. The boxing scores of Vajra God Fist can be found in many counties and countries.

Of course, no matter how widely spread the Vajra God Fist is, even if it is ordinary, it is a spiritual martial art. Only in the palaces, sects, and families of major county princes can this kind of boxing be included.

For ordinary warriors, it is difficult to reach the sky when they practice Vajra God Fist.

Shui Wenxin just learned one of the eighteen Vajra God Fist, the Fierce Fire Vajra.

Using this move of boxing, Shui Wenxin was enough to burst out the power of the seventy-eight bulls. Even the man on the top of the yellow list now did not have such powerful explosive power.

In other words, if you use the Vajra God Fist, Shui Wenxin will have the strength to be the first in the yellow list.

A female Huang Ban warrior in her thirties said: "Shui Wenxin actually practiced a Vajra God Fist. If he uses this move, he is probably not his opponent even if he is the number one in the Yellow Ban.

Previously, a Huanglist warrior defeated by Zhang Ruochen said: "Shui Wenxin is not much weaker than Hei Changji before practicing spiritual-level martial arts. Hei Changji can only slightly beat him by using the low-level spiritual-level Impermanence Sword Technique. Now, Shui Wenxin has practiced the Vajra God Fist and has stronger explosive power. It is no longer difficult to defeat Hei Changji."

"If Shui Wenxin could defeat the Ninth Prince, after this battle, his ranking on the yellow list would definitely be transferred to the first place."

A slightly young girl said, "If the Ninth Prince defeated Shui Wenxin, wouldn't it mean that the Ninth Prince is the number one in the yellow list?"

An elder standing next to her smiled and said, "Shui Wenxin even used spiritual martial arts, so he must have the confidence to win. The Ninth Prince cannot have the chance to win."

"The Ninth Prince is indeed a little different from Shui Wenxin. It seems that Ale doesn't need to take action!" Lin Ningshan's face showed a little disappointment.

If Ale takes action, Zhang Ruochen will not be as simple as defeat.

But, die.

Lin Ningshan felt an inexplicable hatred in her heart for Zhang Ruochen, especially when she saw Zhang Ruochen's glory, the more hatred she felt in her heart, and she wanted Zhang Ruochen to die in front of her immediately.

Even she doesn't understand why she hates Zhang Ruochen so much?

"Fire King Kong!"

Shui Wenxin continued his momentum and his fists came out at the same time.

The true qi burned and turned into two flame iron fists. At the same time, the huge force of seventy-eight cows was shot out.

If it were on the battlefield, Shui Wenxin's punch could scare away a hundred soldiers with just momentum.

Not only did Zhang Ruochen not retreat, he rushed up, his aura was like a barbarian elephant, and the power of the muscles and bones in his body was mobilized and passed on to his arms.

"The barbarian elephant is flying in the ground!"

With one palm, the power of the eighty-eight cows burst out.

The results are obvious.

As soon as Shui Wenxin's fist touched Zhang Ruochen's palm, he flew backwards and landed more than ten meters away in a mess, almost falling off the battlefield.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen was still standing calmly in the center of the battle platform. He had slowly withdrawn his palm.

It's totally a crush of strength.

Shui Wenxin looked at his fists, then looked at Zhang Ruochen, sighed and said, "The younger generation is terrifying! The younger generation is terrifying! From now on, His Highness Ninth Prince will be the first in the yellow list. With His Highness Ninth Prince's talent, he will be able to break through the Xuanji realm soon. He shouldn't be the first in the yellow list! Alas!"

Sighing, Shui Wenxin seemed quite lonely, and walking off the battlefield was considered to have taken the initiative to admit defeat.

Only he himself knew how big the gap was with Zhang Ruochen. If it weren't for the last moment that Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to withdraw some of his strength, he would have been seriously injured with the palm just now.

Zhang Ruochen's power is stronger than everyone imagined.

As Shui Wenxin said, Zhang Ruochen was not very interested in the number one in the yellow list, mainly for the reward of one million silver coins.

After all, the ranking on the yellow list only records the warriors of Yunwu County and the country, the pattern is too small and the value is too low. If it is replaced by the first place in the Xuan List, the value of the list will be increased by a very high level, and almost all the martial artists will fight for the ranking of the Xuan List.

Of course, it can only be said that Zhang Ruochen has too high vision. If other young warriors can win the first place in the yellow list, they will immediately become the most popular figure in the county and the object of worship by countless young girls.

Amid the crowds of discussions, the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman Ale finally stepped onto the battlefield and became Zhang Ruochen's ninth opponent.

Those warriors watching the battle are even more looking forward to it.

You know, Ale's first ten battles were all killing his opponents in one sword. No one knew how strong he was?

Zhang Ruochen has never failed, and even Shui Wenxin is defeated by him.

All young warriors with sharp edges, who will be stronger?

"It's interesting now! Both of them are kendo masters of the young generation, and they are also unfathomable. I wonder who will win?"

"It's really hard to say. After all, that deadly swordsman only used one move from beginning to end. Maybe he is stronger than Shui Wenxin?"

At this moment, there are many people betting around the betting platform.

Zhang Ruochen, win, bet one and lose three.

Zhang Ruochen, die, one plagiarizes two plagiarizes.

Ale, win. Bet one and lose two.

Ale, die, pay one for ten.

A draw, one bet will bet and four bets.

Some people bet that Zhang Ruochen will win, some people bet that Ale will win, and of course, some people also beat them to a draw.

Princess Nine was full of confidence in Zhang Ruochen and directly bet 10,000 silver coins, betting that Zhang Ruochen could win. She bet almost all of her savings.

On the battlefield.

The two young swordsmen, ten steps apart, stared at each other.

Ale held the iron sword without blinking, like a sculpture: "You are indeed very strong!"

Zhang Ruochen said: "At your age, it is also amazing to be able to practice to the current level. However, your swordsmanship has fatal flaws. If you fight me, you will not have the chance to win, but you will have a high chance of dying under my sword. I advise you to give up on your own initiative!"

Ale's swordsmanship is indeed very terrifying, and even Zhang Ruochen has to do his best.

Once you give your all, you will definitely not be able to show mercy.

Either Ah dies, or he dies.

Ale glanced slightly in Lin Ningshan's direction, and a strange light appeared in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Ruochen again, his eyes became more firmer, and he said, "Whoever dies and whoever lives, will only know if he has fought."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "What you are practicing is the forbidden martial arts and killing swordsman. You are not only killing others, but also killing yourself. Although you can kill the Huanglisted warrior with one sword, every time you swing a sword, it will cause huge damage to your martial arts."

Forbidden martial arts refer to martial arts that can only be used at a certain price.

For example, killing sword technique. Every time you swing a sword, it consumes your own vitality.

If Ale used the sword technique of killing ten times in a row, he would have consumed himself to death without anyone else's action.

Of course, Ale's attainment in swordsmanship is indeed very high, far exceeding that of his peers. As long as he does not face a yellow-listed warrior, he does not need to use killing sword skills to kill his opponent with one sword.

It can be called a forbidden martial arts, and its power is naturally quite terrifying. It is not something that ordinary people can practice successfully.

Ale said calmly: "Since you know that I am practicing killing swordsmanship, you should understand the power of killing swordsmanship. In the same realm, no one can stop my swordsmanship. Not long ago, a warrior in the middle stage of Xuanji realm was also killed by my sword."

Zhang Ruochen smiled softly and said, "I said that you have no chance to win when you fight me. Because the sword art you practiced is not complete and has fatal flaws. What you got was only the broken book of sword art, right?"

Ale seemed very calm and calm, and said, "Do you want to defeat my will in this way?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, said no more, "Since you still don't admit defeat, let me see how powerful your killing sword technique is, right?"

In fact, Zhang Ruochen did not hate A Le, but instead admired his achievements in swordsmanship, as if he could see a super swordsman rising.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, Zhang Ruochen had never killed anyone, and he really didn't want the first person to die at his hands to be such a young man. So he advised him a few more words.

Facing Ale, Zhang Ruochen also drew out the Soul-Sky Sword.

Two sword energy emanated from Zhang Ruochen and Ale at the same time, colliding in the air.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Ale on the battlefield facing each other, Lin Ningshan felt very excited.

If Ale could kill Zhang Ruochen, it would be the best. If Zhang Ruochen killed Ale, she would also feel an indescribable pleasure in her heart.

A genius swordsman died at the hands of another genius swordsman for her. Shouldn't she be excited?

This feeling is so wonderful!

"Kill!"

Ale said a little in his lips, turned into a afterimage, and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen in an endless manner. At the same time, he raised his arm and stabbed the iron sword in his hand at a lightning speed.
Chapter completed!