He felt vaguely uneasy. Ning Yuanfeng was too hasty and used all kinds of moves without any strategy.
"The essence of Tianzhi contains the life-long efforts of the Great Tianzhi. The power of martial arts is huge and the internal energy is strong. What Yuan Feng lacks is combat experience and no skills at all. Now is a rare opportunity to practice!"
"Jingtun and Penghui are powerful and domineering, and can use their strength to fight. As long as they can find an opportunity, it will be the moment that determines victory or defeat!"
Sikong Ming stroked his beard, he was optimistic about Ning Yuanfeng.
Of course, with two of them in town, so what if we can't beat them?
Ning Yiqiu remained silent, looking at the court, frowning from time to time, not satisfied with Ning Yuanfeng's performance.
Some of the moves Ning Yuanfeng showed before were indeed powerful, which made them think that Ning Yuanfeng could crush all the lesser gods. However, from the duel now, it seemed that they were too stiff. They might fall behind against experienced warriors.
Go downwind.
In the field, Ning Yuanfeng was full of evil spirit, his fists, palms and claws were changing all the time.
The force of the fist affects the air in all directions and compresses it into a ball, which is even better than the warrior's Hundred Steps Divine Fist.
The wind in the palm is domineering, like a small typhoon, roaring and blowing, causing leaves to fly and tree trunks toppling.
The claws are even more powerful. Within a three-meter range, they are stirred by the claws, accompanied by tearing force.
These are the three changes of wind and cloud that Ning Yuanfeng learned from the inheritance of King Rongwu. Combined with the whirlwind momentum and the ferocious momentum, a warrior who has also entered the small heaven position for the first time might be frightened at this moment and fall into the trap.
Downwind.
But his opponent is Zhou Huayang.
After Zhou Huayang stepped into the small heaven position, he had few opponents. Most of them were grand masters who were seeking death. His only few strong opponents were the seven knights of the Holy Light Holy See.
Yuan Feng is powerful.
Therefore, Zhou Huayang has a lot of experience. Ning Yuanfeng is still too immature after all!
He is completely like a reckless man, who seems to think that he can defeat everything with his evil spirit and continuous fierce attacks.
Zhou Huayang retreated step by step and counterattacked several times, but without any results. He seemed helpless. This gave Ning Yuanfeng great confidence. He was immersed in the self-fantasy of domineering and invincible. He had a sinister smile on his face, "Chinese wizard? That's it.
Level? Kneel down for me!"
With the increasingly fierce offensive, the power of heaven and earth was pulled away, and the whirlwind was completely overbearing. It was a thirty-meter-wide area covered by strong winds. If ordinary people stayed here, they would definitely become a pile of rotten flesh within a short time.
But it was neither painful nor itchy for Zhou Huayang. Only his shirt was torn to pieces by the strong wind, revealing his smooth and well-defined upper body.
When he was dressed, he looked like an elegant student. Now that he had no clothes, he completely looked like a warrior. This figure was enough to make a lot of girls scream.
The muscles were swollen, like copper poured into iron, without any scars. The wind whirlwind that Ning Yuanfeng could tear apart flesh and blood seemed to be like a breeze, without any threat.
Zhou Huayang made another hundred-step divine fist with his backhand, and by the way, he tried one of the martial arts from the recently acquired inheritance page, the Immortal Kick.
The legs are light and treacherous, sometimes like falling leaves swirling, sometimes like a torrential downpour.
He completely regarded Ning Yuanfeng as a wooden man who could attack.
The two of them went back and forth until Sikong Ming realized something was wrong. He turned around blankly and asked, "Ning Yiqiu, didn't you say that this person is good at swordsmanship?"
"..." Ning Yiqiu looked solemn and didn't look back, "He has a physical body and a domineering physique, which has natural advantages. As for the swordsmanship... it's just a rumor. It should probably be stronger.
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"Looking at this situation, it is difficult for Yuan Feng to win."
"If he can increase his combat power by another 50% at Little Emperor's Peak, he will have the upper hand." Ning Yiqiu took a deep breath.
Sikong Ming did not refute, but his eyes flickered with doubts. Even if it were increased by another 50%, I am afraid that he would only be slightly above him. Currently, Zhou Huayang only has three moves, mysterious fingering, hundred-step magic fist and weird kicks.
On the other hand, Ning Yuanfeng had already tried his best, except for Whale Tun and Peng Hui. Which one is stronger or weaker depends on whether Ning Yuanfeng's two unique moves can bring surprises.
"Otherwise we..."
"No rush, now try your best to squeeze Yuan Feng's potential and knock down his over-inflated confidence." Ning Yiqiu knew what Si Kong Ming meant, so he shook his head and refused.
The field was in a mess, and Ning Yuanfeng's ferocious expression was a little more angry, "Zhou Huayang, you dare to confront me head-on!"
"Huh?" His response was just a contemptuous laugh, "Do you think warrior duel is a turn-based game, where I block your punch and you block me? You disappoint me so much!
"Is this the so-called inheritance of the Great Heavenly Throne? It's disappointing! It's regrettable!"
"Bastard! You will regret it!" Ning Yuanfeng was furious. How dare he despise himself so much!
As Zhou Huayang made a move like a cat playing with a mouse, and the light Hundred Steps Divine Fist came close, Ning Yuanfeng suddenly stepped forward, opened his mouth and took a big breath, all the air in the four directions and the invisible energy attacking his chest were sucked in horribly.
Breathe it into his mouth.
Seeing this situation, Ning Yiqiu let out a long sigh, "After all, I was too pampered before. I suddenly got power but didn't know how to use it."
"Alas, the opponent hasn't revealed his trump card yet, and his own trump card has been forced out first. If he misses, he will lose his chance of winning." Si Kongming shook his head, "After this, I think I can take him to the extreme."
It’s been a lot of training in the Northern Land.”
"Well, that's what I meant."
While the two were talking, they were already gathering strength, preparing to seize the momentary flaw and deliver a fatal blow to Zhou Huayang, ending this ridiculous battle once and for all.
Ning Yuanfeng suddenly spurted out a huge whirlwind, spinning like a sharp blade, extremely sharp.
The whale swallows and the pen returns!
Wrapped in the center of the whirlwind is the energy of Zhou Huayang's Hundred-Step Divine Fist, and its power has been increased approximately five times!
Ning Yuanfeng gasped for air, the evil smile on his face was bright, as if he had already seen the scene of victory. No matter how awesome Xiaotian was, no matter how powerful his tricks were, he could only exert twice his full power. How could Zhou Huayang resist?
"This is pretty cool."
The whirlpool was about to fall on Zhou Huayang, and a chuckle floated in the howling wind.
With a heart-shaking sword cry, a flash of white light suddenly appeared, and the sword was unsheathed!
The cold light blooms in the void!
Sikong Ming and Ning Yiqiu's expressions changed drastically, their eyes widened, and their bodies reacted spontaneously to rescue Ning Yuanfeng!
Whoosh!
When Sikong Ming threw out five silver needles, Ning Yiqiu's light red flames became more intense and he rushed out at full speed, trying to block the sword light.
The sword came out of Kunwu! Zhou Huayang flew with the sword, merged with the sword light, penetrated the whirlwind, and slashed the pale white Baibu Shenquan Fist at an angle. The picture was like a knife cutting through the paper, and a neat and smooth scratch appeared.
His speed broke the sound barrier and reached twice the speed of sound!
When he reappeared, Zhou Huayang had already appeared behind Ning Yuanfeng.
"Warm-up completed." Zhou Huayang swung the Mo Xue Sword, and a drop of blood splashed onto the ground from the silver-white sword and blended into the soil.
Sikong Ming's silver needle fell to the open space and sank three meters into the soil.
Ning Yiqiu, who was blessed by his will, was like the god of fire coming to the world. He was only halfway through and stopped suddenly. He knew... it was too late.
Ning Yuanfeng's body was stiff and he kept his stance, his smile was frozen, and there was fear deep in his eyes, but his consciousness could no longer control his body.
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