Compared with him, Zhao Kun is much more frivolous and seems rootless.
Zhao Kun laughed arrogantly at Wang Jingang opposite him and said, "Hurry up and admit defeat, otherwise I'm afraid I'll kill you accidentally later."
Wang Jingang said in a deep voice: "If you want to fight, fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"You asked for this. Look, I killed you in three moves!" Zhao Kun sneered and waved out his fists with great force. A cyclone rushed towards Wang Jingang.
Wang Jingang let out a low roar, bent his left foot to the knee, pressed his left hand in front of his lower abdomen, punched out with his right fist, and faced him.
The cyclone and his right fist collided. Wang Jingang leaned back heavily. A trace of red cloud flashed across his face, but then disappeared. It was obvious that he was at a disadvantage. But what is strange is that his feet were like
The roots of the tree were firmly rooted in the stage of life and death, and they could not move at all.
There was clearly a three-hole gap between the two, but Zhao Kun's punch failed to make Wang Jingang take a step back.
Zhao Kun became angry and felt that he had lost face. He sneered and punched out again. Wang Jingang shook heavily and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still did not retreat, and the two huge stone slabs under his feet were shattered into pieces.
of powder.
At this time, everyone saw some clues. It turned out that Wang Jingang's feet were on the ground, and he seemed to be integrated with the ground. All the power of Zhao Kun's whole body was transmitted to the ground by him, instead of being directly connected by his body.
An elder onlookers stroked his beard and said in approval: "Yes, this young man is really good. He looks stupid, but he is actually very smart when he fights."
Zhao Kun promised that he would kill Wang Jingang within three moves. Now that two moves had passed, he felt that he had lost face even more. He suddenly became anxious and jumped up, attacking Wang Jingang like a violent storm with both fists.
Wang Jingang, however, was unhurried. His palms were like two gates, which were airtight and blocked all Zhao Kun's attacks. However, if Zhao Kun attacked in a hurry, the power would not be as powerful as the two moves just now.
A violent storm of attacks seemed powerful, but the damage to Wang Jingang was not as severe as the two moves just now.
Zhao Kun couldn't attack for a long time, and his face was ashen and extremely ugly. Yang Jingtian, who was watching in the audience, snorted and turned away in dissatisfaction. He was very disappointed with Zhao Kun, so he took out part of the resources given to him by his family and allocated them to
To Zhao Kun, he was forced to become a master with six orifices, but he didn't expect that Zhao Kun was so unsatisfactory that he couldn't even defeat a person with three orifices.
And more importantly, the person he couldn't beat was from Chen Feng's side, which made him feel very embarrassed. He also had a trace of doubt. Was he right to choose Zhao Kun to take the gun against Chen Feng?
wrong.
On the other side, Chen Feng nodded with a smile and said softly: "I didn't expect Wang Jingang's fighting talent to be so high. His palm technique is also interesting. He can actually transfer the opponent's energy to his feet."
Hearing Yang Jingtian's cold snort and seeing Yang Jingtian turning away from the corner of his eye, Zhao Kun was immediately extremely anxious. Everything he had was given to him by Yang Jingtian. If Yang Jingtian no longer supported him, he would be beaten back to his original form. At this time, he
In my heart, I hated Wang Jingang to the extreme, thinking that he had ruined my future.
He was anxious and made even more mistakes with his feet and hands. Wang Jingang seized the opportunity and suddenly thrust out a palm of his right hand. In an instant, his right palm turned golden yellow and slapped Zhao Kun hard on the chest.
He had been defending, but Zhao Kun never expected that he could fight back, so he was unable to resist and was hit directly. He let out a scream, spurted blood and flew far away.
He fell heavily onto the platform of life and death, his chest collapsed, he was seriously injured and had no strength to fight anymore.
Wang Jingang had a simple and honest personality. He did not continue to pursue him, but walked in front of him and said calmly: "Senior Brother Zhao, I won."
At this moment, a ruthless and cunning look suddenly flashed in Zhao Kun's eyes. He raised his right sleeve, and a black light suddenly flew out of the sleeve and directly hit Wang Jingang's chest.
Wang Jingang groaned, took a few steps back, and roared: "You, you actually attacked me secretly."
Zhao Kun sneered and said shamelessly: "I haven't given up yet, and you haven't killed me yet. Our battle isn't over yet. I can use any means. How can this be called a sneak attack?"
There was an elder on the cliff. He nodded slightly and a flash of approval flashed in his eyes: "This boy has a kind heart and is a man of great talent."
An elder next to him snorted disdainfully and refuted: "Unfortunately, the path of a warrior involves natural selection and is extremely cruel. People with kind hearts will only die quickly."
The elder who spoke at the beginning was not angry, he just shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.
Wang Jingang found that half of his body was numb and had no consciousness. He looked down and saw that the wound was filled with black blood. He was shocked and said in anger: "Zhao Kun, you actually used poison?"
"What's wrong with using poison? Does the sect's rules say that poison is not allowed?"
