Xiao Wanjun and Wu Zhen both took a step back after the hard punch, slightly widening the distance between them.
Wu Zhen stared at Xiao Wanjun, his face was hesitant, but his heart was filled with turmoil. He believed that his own energy was stronger than Xiao Wanjun, but just now he punched with all his strength, and he actually felt Xiao Wanjun's strength. The force of the boxing energy transmitted from the boxing posture is extremely powerful.
He originally thought that Xiao Wanjun would definitely suffer a loss due to the hard-fisted punches against him, and he might even be knocked out, but he never imagined that the current situation would be a deadlock.
"How could this happen? Xiao Wanjun's Qi Jin is at the fifth level and has not made any progress in the past ten years. How can he withstand my punch? Huh, he must be at the end of his strength and won't be able to hold on for long..."
Wu Zhen thought to himself, he moved and rushed towards Xiao Wanjun again.
Huh...huh...
Wu Zhen fully unleashed the power of Wu's Dragon-shaped Fist, and the sound of the punch breaking through the air could be heard endlessly. Driven by his own energy up to the sixth level, his fist had a shattering effect. The power of the rocks enveloped Xiao Wanjun and attacked him.
Xiao Wanjun responded to the challenge with a sweeping dragon step, using his Thousand Shadow Grasping Hands to constantly neutralize Wu Zhen's violent and swift punches, and at the same time, he was waiting for an opportunity to move.
The battle between the heads of the two major martial arts families attracted the attention of the entire audience. Everyone from the major martial arts families were staring at it. This could be described as a strong battle, especially the strength of the two major martial arts families reflected in it. The inherited martial arts is even more exquisite. Even Master Ling, who has always lowered his eyes, is carefully watching the battle situation on the field at this moment.
"Brother Xiao, do you think Master can win this battle?"
Wu Xiang asked.
"Master will definitely win..." Tieniu said, his tone extremely firm.
Chen Qiming, Li Mo and Guan Tianpeng also looked extremely nervous. They all knew that Xiao Wanjun was not in good health and suffered from hidden injuries. Under such circumstances, fighting against Wu Zhen was undoubtedly an extremely unfavorable condition. Down.
Xiao Yunlong's eyes flashed as he stared closely at the battle on the ring. He could see that his father had the advantage from the use of martial arts offensive and battle experience. This was enough to make up for Xiao Wanjun's strength in energy. It was one level lower than Wu Zhen, and Xiao Wanjun's momentum was like a dragon, with the power to sweep thousands of armies, and he was able to suppress the situation on the scene.
In this battle, as long as Xiao Wanjun's hidden illness does not occur, it is only a matter of time before Xiao Wanjun defeats Wu Zhen.
What Xiao Yunlong was worried about was that Xiao Wanjun's hidden illness relapsed during the battle, and it was hard to say what unexpected situation would occur.
"Currently, my father has begun to control this duel. As long as he keeps it up, winning will not be difficult." Xiao Yunlong said slowly.
"These martial arts families are really hateful. They have known for many years that Master has been secretly injured, but they have secretly united to target Master." Chen Qiming said with anger on his face.
"Obviously, they are retaliating with extremely sinister intentions." Shangguan Tianpeng said, and he continued, "If anything happens to Uncle Xiao in the ring later, we will rush up directly, no matter what. eleven."
"Let's see and then talk." Xiao Yunlong said in a deep voice.
On the ring, the battle between Xiao Wanjun and Wu Zhen is still going on. The two are fighting each other one after another. The roaring fists echo around, and there are bursts of wind blowing between the flashes of their bodies. Rings.
"Break the formation and kill..."
Wu Zhen shouted coldly. He once again used the Twelve Sanshou of the Wu family. The shadow of his palm appeared. He shot up with both palms and scattered the shadow of Xiao Wanjun's heavy legs. Then he turned his palm into a fist and struck out with a strike.
The fist was like a rainbow piercing the sun, carrying rolling murderous intent, and struck in front of Xiao Wanjun as fast as lightning.
"A storm arose..."
Xiao Wanjun stood still with both feet. He calmly pushed out the Bahuang Pojun Fist's punches.
When the fist rises, the wind is generated; when the fist falls, the clouds move.
call…
As Xiao Wanjun's fist was blasted out, the wind and clouds in the world seemed to be stirred up, and the unpredictable fist intention appeared, causing the wind and clouds to change color, and there was a huge aura of heavenly power condensed in his body.
above the fist.
The fist struck out, carrying the power of the wind and cloud, and bombarded Wu Zhen's punch.
"Three wastes and eight directions of thunder..."
Xiao Wanjun continued to use the Bahuang Pojun Fist. This time, the fist became extremely fierce and violent, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. As the fist struck, there was an endless sound of rumbling in the void.
, like thunder on the ground.
"Hoo"
Wu Zhen shouted violently, and unleashed his twelve Sanshou. His fists were like a leopard, rushing up and engulfing Xiao Wanjun.
boom…
The two fists exchanged, and a banging sound erupted. Wu Zhen's twelve Sanshou fists were completely shattered, and the strength of the boxing made him shake.
"Six Wastelands Dragon Killer..."
Xiao Wanjun's fist changed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the punch had been blasted out. There was an extremely fierce killing momentum, which gave people the feeling that this fist could kill a giant dragon.
, the roar of a giant dragon resounded through the air, and was absorbed into the shadow of Wu Zhen's fists all over the sky, and then...
boom…
Xiao Wanjun's punch actually came forward, breaking Wu Zhen's fist, and punched Wu Zhen's chest.
Wu Zhen opened his mouth and groaned. His original punch had already withstood most of Xiao Wanjun's boxing power, so he was hit by Xiao Wanjun's punch and did not appear to be greatly affected.
Xiao Wanjun's eyes darkened, and he was about to sweep his right leg out. Unexpectedly, he couldn't help coughing slightly, and his brows furrowed. At that moment, his figure was slightly stagnant, as if his blood and energy were not flowing smoothly.
It feels like breathing is not smooth.
However, in a battle of this level, any slightest mistake or stagnation would be extremely fatal.
How could Wu Zhen let go of this opportunity? At the moment when Xiao Wanjun's figure was stiff and stagnant, his fists were already roaring towards him.
Boom...boom...
Wu Zhen used the dragon-shaped fist in his left hand and the twelve loose hands in his right hand to attack Xiao Wanjun.
Xiao Wanjun took a deep breath at the critical moment and used his Thousand Shadows Grasping Hand to deflect the dragon-shaped fist from Wu Zhen's left hand, but the Twelve Sanshou punch from Wu Zhen's right hand hit him.
Deng Deng Deng...
Xiao Wanjun's body fell backwards one after another. Wu Zhen's punch contained a sixth level of energy. Xiao Wanjun was hit by the punch and would definitely suffer some injuries.
In fact, Xiao Wanjun's face turned pale. He felt sweet in his heart and wanted to spit out blood, but he suppressed it forcefully.
"Father…"
"Master..."
Xiao Yunlong, Wu Xiang, Li Mo and others in the audience shouted and stood up after seeing this. Xiao Yunlong moved and wanted to rush to the ring.
"Don't come up, I'm fine..."
Xiao Wanjun's tone dropped and he stopped Xiao Yunlong's move.
Xiao Yunlong took a deep breath, and the gaze in his eyes gradually became extremely sharp. Just now he could see that Xiao Wanjun's body suddenly stiffened and stagnated, which must be the onset of hidden injuries in his body.
Xiao Wanjun's injury was at its source. Such injuries require rest, and he should not use too much force. Once he uses his own energy too much, it will cause hidden injuries, which is extremely dangerous.
Xiao Yunlong stood at the edge of the ring. Xiao Wanjun refused to let him go on stage, so he had to stand still. But once Xiao Wanjun was in the next battle, his hidden injuries fully recurred and had a great impact on him, so he would rush forward immediately. Get on the stage.
Wu Zhen looked at Xiao Wanjun, with a sneer on his lips. Xiao Wanjun was hit by his punch, and he was convinced that Xiao Wanjun had been seriously injured.
"Master Xiao, take the move..."
Wu Zhen shouted violently, and he unleashed all his energy. He rushed forward, carrying a majestic power all over his body, and unleashed all the killing moves in Twelve San's hands. The violent fists enveloped Xiao Wanjun.
Xiao Wanjun suddenly stepped forward, with a look of determination on his face, and the aura on his body was actually rising steadily. Every step he took became more powerful, and he had a faint sense of supreme power that could defeat thousands of armies. Condensing and generating.
This momentum seemed to be substantial, crushing down towards Wu Zhen, and even enveloped the entire battle arena.
At that moment, Master Ling, who was sitting on the high platform, had sharp eyes, and a look of disbelief seemed to flash across his face.
Wu Zhen noticed the change in Xiao Wanjun's momentum at this moment, and he was shocked by it. Facing this momentum, he suddenly felt helpless, like an ant facing a giant elephant.
"How is this possible? He is obviously going to be defeated... He is just pretending to be a ghost. Let me kill him..."
Wu Zhen shouted in his heart, and he used his fists crazily to attack Xiao Wanjun.
"Seven wastelands broke through thousands of armies..."
Xiao Wanjun calmly raised his arms, gathered his energy, and punched...
boom…
When a punch comes out, it has an extraordinary power. It really has the power to defeat thousands of troops. It can take the enemy's head among thousands of troops. No one can stop it, no one can break it. This is the power of a fist against ten thousand enemies...
No matter how violent and intensive Wu Zhen's punches were, it was completely useless. Xiao Wanjun's punch that could kill thousands of troops came in and went straight up until it hit the source of Wu Zhen's own Dantian heavily. superior.
"Bahuang I respect you..."
Xiao Wanjun's own fist power changed again, and at the same time, his own aura also changed. It was like a king descending, carrying the supreme power of the supreme king. Looking down at the world, under this supreme power, he actually let There is a sense of worship in life.
boom…
Xiao Yunlong's punch came out with a blast. This is the punch that I am the only one who claims to be the king. With a punch that was seven points arrogant and three points casual, it drove in and hit Wu Zhen.
Wu Zhen was shocked. He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. He wanted to fight back, but he was completely suppressed by the fist that carried the supreme power. He didn't know how to fight.
Wu Zhen could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wanjun's punch struck the source of his own Dantian again. With a bang, Wu Zhen let out a shrill scream. He could faintly feel the source of his own Dantian. It was shattered, and he knew exactly what this meant.
"roll…"
Xiao Wanjun shouted violently, and swept out his right leg, like a dragon waving its tail, and swept his leg heavily on Wu Zhen's body. Wu Zhen's mouth was bleeding, and he flew out and fell heavily on the ring.
"Wow……"
At this time, the blood that Xiao Wanjun had suppressed in his heart finally couldn't help but spit out, dyeing his green shirt red.
Xiao Wanjun still stood proudly. He looked coldly at Wu Zhen who was lying on the ground and twisted into a ball in front of him. He glanced at the major martial arts families under the ring and finally looked at Master Ling on the high platform. Then he slowly withdrew his gaze.
, with a straight tone and a thunderous roar, he said:
"If I, Xiao, weren't suffering from a hidden illness, how dare you, Xiaoxiao, jump up and down in front of me..."