A strong tearing sound of spiritual power came from Fu Chunyang's feet, and his right hand hanging down from his waist was held flat against his chest at some point.
"Wow."
The talisman is burning and golden light is entwined.
Wisps of it spread out from his palm, quickly forming a transparent sharp arrow half a meter long.
The arrow points to Suning's right shoulder.
Obviously, according to the rules of gambling until the point is reached, he did not intend to kill anyone with one blow.
"bass."
The left hand holds the bow, which is also the gathering of spiritual power, and the sound is astonishing.
"Get out of here."
Fu Chunyang raised his arms, drew his bow and drew an arrow.
"Stab it."
The silver light flies quickly and disappears in a flash.
His movements seemed very slow, but everything happened in a flash of lightning.
So much so that Suning, who was standing on the other side, seemed to be frightened by this strange method. He still stood motionless and showed no signs of resisting.
"Fuck, what is he doing?"
On the martial arts training ground, a deacon of the Wei family yelled with his scalp numb: "In battles between masters, the winner is always to seize the opportunity. How could he be waiting to fall into passivity like this?"
"Wei Taimeng? The name is quite powerful and domineering. This brain..."
Just as he was about to speak, a heart-rending howl sounded from the ring.
What followed was the tragic scene of people in Fu Chunyang spraying blood into the air before they even landed on the ground.
The next moment, his figure rolled out and hit the weapons rack not far away, sending up smoke and dust.
Quiet, the Wei family martial arts training ground covering dozens of acres has never been quieter.
This made the disciples of the Wei family, who had previously been unfavorable to Suning, look like they had seen a ghost, with their eyes wide open and their mouths agape.
"hiss......"
"How did he do it?"
After a brief silence, there were shocked gasps from all directions.
Some people even took the lead in applauding, and the applause was thunderous and lasting.
"Wei is too fierce, you are indeed the most fierce among my Wei family disciples."
"Well done, awesome."
"Hahaha, I feel relieved. My Wei family has lost seven games in a row, and finally someone returned the favor and defeated a disciple of the Fu family with one move."
"Senior Brother Taimeng is fully capable of holding on to the next round, no, the next three rounds will do."
"If one person wins four games, my Wei family will definitely win."
Shouts and cheers.
For a time, the fiery atmosphere in the martial arts training ground was directly lifted to the peak by Suning's move.
"Yes, his reaction is fast enough and his body skills are extremely good."
"Wei Taimeng?"
The first elder of the Fujia family muttered to himself a few times, then returned to his previous calm and calm expression and said: "You should choose to continue to defend the ring."
Suning smiled and said, "Yes."
The first elder of the Fu family said no more, and immediately a second disciple of the Fu family stepped onto the stage.
"Fu Ying."
A middle-aged man with sallow skin, elegant and elegant, wearing a long robe.
Two minutes later, he vomited blood and fell into coma, dying.
"Fuying was defeated."
"Fu Rui is defeated."
"Fu Deng was defeated."
"blessing......"
"defeat."
In less than half an hour, Suning easily regained the seven games the Wei family lost.
At this time, not to mention the Wei family disciples were crazy about it, they were extremely excited.
Even as he watched the battle, Fujun, who had set a trap for Wei Yun, was almost going crazy.
Yes, furious, hysterical abuse.
"Idiot, loser."
"You're useless, the Fuji family has raised you for nothing."
"Get out of here, get out of here."
"Great Elder..."
Gritting his teeth, he secretly transmitted the message: "There is something wrong with this kid, please check it out for me."
"It is impossible for a thirteen-level martial artist to defeat a disciple of the Fu family who is in a state of suppression."
