Elder Fuhu formed the seals with his hands, and the energy in his body surged out. In an instant, the situation changed, and seventeen energy dragons of different colors intertwined with each other, circling and roaring in the mid-air in front of him.
At this moment, sand and stones were flying, and the world was filled with a murderous atmosphere.
Seeing this, everyone in the audience stepped back one after another and exclaimed: "Seventeen divine dragon energy, I didn't expect that Elder Fuhu's eighteen dragon-subduing palms have reached 90% of the heat, and are only one step away from perfection!"
"The man named Tang is in danger now. Elder Fuhu is using all his strength. The power is really extraordinary!"
At the same time, without any hesitation, Tang Feng suddenly stepped forward with his feet, clenched his fists, and with the surge of golden light, the energy in his Dantian immediately surged out.
"Dragon Fist!" With a loud shout, Tang Feng actually punched eighteen times in one breath!
This is also the strongest blow he can hit in the shortest time so far. It can be seen that both of them are working hard!
In an instant, he rushed forward with his golden dragon fist, and a loud rumbling sound erupted.
Because the yellow sand and snow were flying all over the battlefield, everyone could not see clearly the specific situation on the battlefield.
I just vaguely felt that the golden dragon fists collided with the divine dragon, and then the two phases disappeared.
The aftermath surged violently, heading straight for those in front of the battle platform to retreat.
"I didn't expect this movement to be so loud, and Tang Long Ci's Dragon Fist to be so powerful. Could it be that he withstood Elder Fu Hu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
Everyone in the audience was horrified, staring at the battle stage without blinking.
The battle platform surged, flying snowflakes fell one by one, and grains of dust began to fall.
The eighteen powerful men all had sullen faces and sat there without saying a word. Their faces were undoubtedly very heavy. It was obvious that with this level of combat power, even if they wanted to parry, they would have to waste a lot of effort.
After about half a cup of tea, the scene gradually calmed down and everyone was able to see clearly what was going on.
The two of them were still standing on the fighting platform, both as upright and motionless as javelins. The distance between them was only three meters, but neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience asked: "Who won this battle when he fell to the ground?"
"I don't know. Judging from the current situation, I can't tell at all!"
"It must be Elder Fuhu who wins. His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are truly extraordinary!"
However, at this moment, there was a sudden popping sound, Elder Rong Fuhu suddenly opened his mouth, and a blood arrow spit out from his mouth.
The scarlet blood immediately dyed the white snow red, looking indescribably charming. Elder Fuhu stumbled suddenly and almost fell to the ground.
Although he was able to hold on in the end, everyone could see that at this moment, Elder Fuhu's internal organs had been severely damaged.
Although he hasn't fallen down yet, he has obviously temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.
On the other hand, Tang Feng, who was opposite him, was extremely pale, with beads of sweat dripping down his face, and his whole body was panting like an ox, but his eyes still exuded a strange golden light.
This undoubtedly means that he still has fighting ability. Comparing the two, one can judge!
At this moment, the huge scene was quiet, and no one exclaimed anymore. It was not that they were not shocked, but it was because they were so shocked that they had forgotten to exclaim.
The heavy snow was still falling, hitting the two of them. After a long time, Elder Fuhu gritted his teeth and said: "Your Dragon Fist is indeed very strong. To be precise, you are indeed very strong!"
Tang Feng gasped weakly and said: "You have endured two dragon fists from me one after another, and you haven't fallen down yet, but you are still an extraordinary person."
Elder Fuhu didn't speak, he just smiled, which was undoubtedly a bitter smile.
As a veteran master of Tongqiao, a dignified elder of the Beggar Clan, he was actually defeated by a young boy in his twenties or fives. Now in front of the heroes of the world, what else could he say?
Elder Fuhu didn't say anything. He immediately turned around and staggered off the stage. When he reached the edge, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said: "Now I hope you can walk down Shaoshi Mountain alive, because
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He didn't finish what he said and immediately turned around and walked away. However, even though he didn't finish what he said, everyone present undoubtedly understood what he wanted to express.
The reason why he hoped that Tang Feng could walk down Shaoshi Mountain alive was because he wanted to see how far this gifted genius could grow in the future.
As an opponent, for him to be able to say such words, he was undoubtedly deeply impressed by Tang Feng's strength.
The scene was still quiet, no one spoke, but they still couldn't believe it in their hearts. A master as powerful as Elder Fu Hu could not defeat Tang Long Ci and received two dragon punches from him.
At this time, Tang Feng suddenly felt soreness all over his body and his body was extremely weak. He had to withdraw from the dragon blood transformation, and his breath returned to the original half-step through the orifice state.
He just gritted his teeth without saying a word, turned his head staggeringly, and looked at Xuan Ming again.
Xuan Ming was still stunned in place, and it could be seen that even he was shocked by the strength Tang Feng showed just now.
"Master Xuanming, which level is next?" Tang Feng suddenly asked with a grin.
Xuan Ming suddenly came to his senses, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name: "The donor is very powerful in martial arts. He has such attainments at such a young age. He has passed four levels in a row. I really admire him."
Tang Feng just smiled and didn't say anything.
Xuan Ming nodded slightly and said: "Then for the fifth level of the Nine Difficulties, I would like to invite the Deputy Sect Master of Songyang Iron Sword Sect, Song Qingshan Song Daxia!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep ringing of a bell suddenly came from a distance. This was the last dusk bell in Shaolin. The dusk bell was far-reaching and echoed endlessly in the valley.
The dusk bell rang, and everyone realized that it was almost dusk, and night was about to fall.
Song Qingshan of Songyang Iron Sword Gate was wearing a blue coarse cloth gown and carrying a heavy iron sword on his back. He walked out slowly, but did not go on stage.
Instead, he stood under the stage. His body was as thick and old as his iron sword. He looked at Tang Feng and said, "Although you won just now, it was a tragic victory. The loss of energy was severe. I don't want to take advantage of others' danger.
Now, it’s getting late, so we’ll have to compete with each other tomorrow!”
As he spoke, he turned to look at the eighteen powerful men and said loudly: "I guess the eighteen senior notaries will also have no objections?"
The eighteen powerful men nodded. The days in winter are already very short, and since we are in the mountains, the night seems to come faster. It is almost dark now.
Tang Feng took another look at Song Qingshan, and he had to say that this guy was an upright person.
Xuan Ming said: "Then let's stop it for today. The martial arts conference will continue tomorrow. Please go to the side room of the temple ahead to rest."
At this moment, an elder of the Wudang Clan shouted: "Wait a minute, I have something to say."
Xuan Ming asked: "May I ask what the master has to say?"
Elder Wudang said coldly: "It's getting late. Of course we need to rest, but there are too many variables throughout the night. What if Tang Long Ci takes the opportunity to escape tonight?"
The elder of the Beggar Clan also said: "Yes, in my opinion, it would be safest to simply send out experts to keep him under close guard, or perhaps imprison him in a secret room in Shaolin."
After Tang Feng heard this, he immediately became furious.
