Chapter 695: The Battle of Life and Death (Part 2)
Yang Fan was not in a hurry to make a move. This kid was so strong and domineering that it would be quite disadvantageous for him to confront him head-on. However, his time to break through was too short, so he only knew how to fight head-on, over and over again, and only used a set of palm techniques that were the best in the world.
, using this kind of wandering fighting tactic is undoubtedly the most advantageous. It can not only consume the opponent's internal energy but also make the opponent impatient. You can defeat the enemy with just one palm at the right time. e^See
Xu Qing lowered his waist and braced his horse, standing as still as a rock under his feet, shouting like thunder in his mouth, and struck at the afterimages wandering around with one palm as fast as the other. In the blink of an eye, he used the seven postures of Zhengyang Palm upside down three times.
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Wang Tiangang, who was sitting in the stands, saw his disciple use the Seven Forms of Zhengyang Palm with great skill, and the rolling wind of his palm made his opponent jump like a cat and a ghost. The old man felt secretly happy and couldn't help but said to Jun Buyu beside him.
: "That brat is more familiar with Zhengyang Palm than me. I think he can take down Yang in a few more rounds..."
Mr. Jun on the side had a sharp gaze. He noticed that what Yang Fan was doing was a mysterious footwork that was arranged according to the direction of the Big Dipper. Xu Qing's fierce and unparalleled palm power was like an overwhelming force, but all of them fell into the air, which was strange.
This kid's internal energy is long and lasting. He can shoot hundreds of palms without losing any strength at all. He is indeed a unique flower among ancient warriors. I wonder how long he can sustain it?
Boom boom boom Xu Qing's remaining energy surged out with each palm strike, making a muffled sound like hammering on the four walls paved with metal plates. Even the three elders on the stage were slightly moved. This
This guy has so much internal energy, but unfortunately the palm techniques he uses are too strong and not flexible enough. When encountering the opponent's mysterious and tricky dodges, it is impossible to implement them. If this goes on for a long time, the internal energy will not be able to make up for it, and the consequences are unpredictable.
A quarter of an hour passed, and everyone in the stands held their breath. The warriors with a little vision saw the changes in the seven-position Zhengyang Palm used by Xu Qing. Yang Fan could even walk away the moment before he launched the palm.
He seemed to be able to avoid it with ease. If this continued, everyone would know that the little Wuhun worshiper was in danger.
Wang Tiangang's previous pride had long since disappeared, and he watched every change in the field with a worried look. Jun Buyu grasped his slightly trembling left palm with his hand at the right time, and found that the palm of his hand was already smooth and covered with hot sweat.
"What a little martial soul worshiper. I am ashamed of myself just with this palm power. I don't know how he practiced it!" The old man with long eyebrows on the host stage praised leisurely, and there were two twinkling eyes in Gujing's unwavering eyes.
A little burning jīng.
Another old man in Tang suit next to him sighed lowly: "This boy is a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years. It's a pity that the boy from the Diancang sect has had murderous thoughts in his heart for a long time and will never let him live. What a pity!"
The old man with long eyebrows lowered his head and glanced at the two figures of life and death on the table, with a look of regret on his face.
"The yin of the Yang pole is born... the world of Zhengyang..." Xu Qing shouted and clapped two palms, then suddenly put his palms away and stood there, looking coldly at the erratic afterimage beside him. Everyone was surprised.
He actually closed his eyes under the gaze.
"Not good!" Wang Tiangang shouted urgently and stood up from his seat. At this time, Yang Fan in the field paused and slapped Xu Qing on the back with a palm from under his ribs. Peng! A muffled sound shook the room.
It touched everyone's eardrums, and Huang Pulan in the stands turned his head in pain.
"Hahaha! The brat is finally willing to use the Palm Technique to save me from trouble. I have been worried for nothing." Wang Tiangang burst out laughing. Xu Qing, who was in the field, turned around suddenly and slashed back with his palm like an antelope hanging its horns.
He came out and firmly held the meat palm that Yang Fan slapped.
The Palm Technique for Overcoming Calamity? Just by the name, it sounds very powerful! Everyone in the Chinese Wuhun family looked stunned. No one knew what kind of skill Mr. Wang mentioned about the Palm Technique for Combating Calamity.
Yang Fan smiled coldly and stepped away. He didn't intend to confront his opponent head-on. He missed a hit and flew back. He wanted to use the Douzuan Seven-Star Step of Diancang Sect to fight with his opponent again. Unexpectedly, his body just moved.
Seeing a series of palm shadows, as if his whole body was covered in a mountain of palm shadows, he was shocked and flew back a step too late. Xu Qing did a handstand kick and touched his right shoulder with his toes.
Yang Fan's body swayed after being kicked. He only felt a soft and gentle force coming from his right shoulder. It flickered all over his body and then disappeared without a trace. He looked stunned and paused for a second. Xu Qing
He stood up and slapped his face with one palm.
Snap!
A light palm was printed on Yang Fan's left shoulder, and bang! A large group of cabbage white butterflies flew up in the eyes of everyone with doubts. The butterflies flew to the ground, and there was no trace of Yang Fan's body, and his feet jumped up.
There was a curl of green smoke, and the heavenly fragrant cartilage powder hidden in the sole of the shoe exploded with a bang. Xu Qing had already floated ten meters away with ghost steps, without even a drop of poisonous powder sticking to it.
Uh-huh, there was a painful sound in Yang Fan's throat. Tianxiang Cartilage Powder had seeped into his blood along his máo hole. Now he didn't even have the strength to cover the soft crotch, so he could only let it float in the wind.
Breathe freely...
A gust of natural wind blew from nowhere and passed over Yang Fan's body. All the hair on his body was blown away by the wind, including the hair on his head, eyebrows, and eyebrows, and even the hair in his armpits.
The penis was all gone, and it looked like a little cock that had been swirled in boiling water.
Poof! Yang Fan, who was so ashamed and angry, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood arrows, and strands of dark blood oozed from the holes all over his body. If he hadn't been poisoned by Tianxiang Cartilage Powder, the Duhe Palm alone would not be able to cause any harm to his body.
Hurt, but this guy is too stubborn, and he actually tried to use the remaining internal energy to remove the toxin. Now the blood has reversed and poisoned into the bone marrow. Even if the gods come, it will be difficult to save him. Yang Fan's end is in line with the old saying, many unjust deeds
He will kill himself.
Yang Fan, who was covered in blood, turned his body to one side and fell on his back with his eyes empty. No one from Longya or Wuhun dared to come forward to save him. The black blood dripping from his body knew that he had been hit.
Qi Du, who would rush forward to save people?
The old man with long eyebrows on the presiding stage floated down from the stands and landed less than five meters away from Yang Fan. He frowned and glanced at Yang Fan who was lying in a pool of blood. He let out a cold snort from his nostrils and said in a deep voice:
"Yang Fan of Longya was poisoned by Cang Sect's Tianxiang Cartilage and died due to strange poison. Xu Qing, who worshiped Wuhun, won."
When the Dragon Ya team members heard this result, they felt a fever on their faces. Yang Fan was sent by the Dian Cang sect, and he was poisoned by the Dian Cang sect. Even a fool could tell who poisoned him, but the old man couldn't announce the result.
It was so poisonous that all the Longya team members felt like they had been slapped in the face and wanted to spit on Yang Fan's body.
Yangfan died, naked and naked, but Xu Qing did not have any joy of a winner. He walked slowly to the stands, picked up the shoes he had left behind and put them on. He walked over to the host stage with his head lowered and stretched out his hand.