One person, kicking like crazy and attacking like crazy.
One person, motionless as a mountain, resisting with all his might.
Xu Zhi looked up and saw that Yu Xuanji must have been possessed by some kind of special power. He was beaten by Song Yu and was unable to support himself. Like a small boat in a violent storm, it was in danger of overturning at any time.
Supernatural talents are a kind of trump card for cultivators, but they do not have to be hidden away and not used. How to enter the battle correctly, but only through countless uses can you gain experience.
A good supernatural talent is like adding a sword to the practitioner. If it cannot be used, the sword will be useless.
Gu Yuxi once said that if a supernatural talent can be used, it should be used more and practiced more to become one's right-hand assistant.
If they are passive superpower talents, such as improving the familiarity and training effect of a certain weapon, it naturally does not matter. The practitioner can save a lot of time by having such a plug-in to assist.
But if it is an active power, you have to control the release yourself. How to master the timing and target the opponent is a skill.
There are many people who have been knocked down before their supernatural talents can even be used.
But if you encounter a strong enemy and have supernatural talents to support you in time, it is likely to be another scene.
Yu Xuanji closed his eyes. He couldn't listen to the wind and argue. The reason why he closed his eyes was that he was also pulling out his own unique skills.
Song Yu took advantage of this opportunity and kicked Yu Xuanji's body quickly and violently. His kicks were versatile and could kick him up or down.
However, this was not a life and death battle, so Song Yu still showed mercy and flew out a kick towards Yu Xuanji's chest. If the kick hit him, at most one or two bones would be broken and no serious injuries would be caused.
If he is that dangerous and evil person, he will naturally kick wherever he is most powerful, with a fatal kick.
Yu Xuanji's eyes suddenly opened and he reached out to grab Song Yu's feet.
His counterattack came so quickly that Song Yu was caught off guard.
With just one move, Song Yu fell directly to the ground. When passing the move, it was difficult for one leg to support the body.
The shortcomings of the bright legs are too conspicuous, and Song Yu's leg skills have not been practiced to the point where he can ignore this oversight.
"I lost," Yu Xuanji said suddenly. After he finished speaking, he jumped off the ring without saying a word.
"Why did Yu Xuanji lose? Didn't he just fight back and overthrow Song Yu?"
Shang Qianqiu went crazy. The battle was changing rapidly. The two of them fought each other for only two or three minutes. She didn't understand at all what happened just now.
"It was Yu Xuanji who lost," Xu Zhi said, "Song Yu changed his moves in front, and Yu Xuanji reacted in the back. If Song Yu had used his leg to kick out, Yu Xuanji might have suffered serious injuries."
Xu Zhi could see clearly that Song Yu's leg was originally meant to kick the opponent's lower abdomen, but it contracted and changed to kicking the opponent's chest.
As for Yu Xuanji's grasp, although it was extremely clever, it was a beat slower than Song Yu's.
The leader of the competition was still Song Yu. Under the stage, some juniors couldn't understand and asked their elders or peers if they understood.
"Tsk, is this guy trying to clear his name?" Shang Qianqiu said dissatisfied. Her impression of Song Yu was really bad.
Xu Zhi thought about Song Yu's words and deeds, and realized that a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was definitely not so scheming.
In the face of nearly a hundred onlookers, the seniors were able to perform this kind of performance without changing their expressions. Changing legs to attack other places must be a subconscious action.
That being said, this guy is not a bad person.
"Wang Jing Gongsun Du, please ask Brother Song for advice."
Another young man came on stage. After testing his strength, this man sat upright on the ground, waiting for Song Yu to recover his physical strength.
Song Yu cupped his fists and said, "Brother Gongsun, you don't have to be like this. I have no problem with my physical strength. I have heard for a long time that there are many masters among my peers in Wangjing. It seems that I can see a lot today."
After speaking, Song Yu opened his posture and waited for Gongsun Du's response.
"In this way, I have to take advantage of you. Brother Song, please use all your strength. My moves are always trivial. I may not be able to stop them. Please forgive me."
Gongsun Du's tone was humble, but in his words, he didn't seem to take Song Yu seriously.
"Please enlighten me." Song Yu frowned. He knew a little about the children of aristocratic families in Dengfeng and Hua'an. If he went as far as the provincial capital, he would have never heard of it. After all, they were not competing in the same place, and no one had the time to understand.
so many.
He had just visually inspected Gongsun Du's boxing strength test. It was just a light blow, and the reported number was exactly three hundred kilograms. How could someone who could control such strength not be able to control his hand?
He made up his mind and would not give any chance at the beginning. After all, this was what Gongsun Du asked for himself.
If Song Yu wants to step on him and become famous in Dengfeng and Hua'an, he has to ask his legs if he agrees.
"My surname is Gongsun. Could it be that he is a descendant of the Gongsun family in the provincial capital?"
Shang Zheng'an pointed at Gongsun Du and said to Song Gongming: "If they are really from the Wangjing family, their Qi and martial arts skills are extraordinary. I'm afraid your son will die."
"Quick move, quick move."
Song Gongming was beaming with joy. After stealing three pieces, the chess game finally became distorted for him.
Now, Shang Zheng'an is at a disadvantage. As long as he loses two or three more pieces, Shang Zheng'an's game of chess will be a pill.
"You're not worried at all. Look, your son has taken a preemptive strike and even turned on his superpower talent. This superpower talent is hallucinogenic, and it's quite good to transform it into his legs," Shang Zheng'an commented.
"The leg skills are still a little immature. I say, brother Gongming, you should put more effort into your son and practice it carefully. Look, there is a flaw here. Yes, that boy Gongsun has caught the flaw."
Shang Zhengan slowly dropped the ball.
He didn't want to lose so quickly. Now that he was the loser and Song Gongming was the winner, the loser naturally had to think more about it. Even if he couldn't win, he could still delay the game and disgust the opponent.
In this way, Song Gongming's pleasure in winning chess would be greatly reduced.
Shang Zheng'an praised his own wit very much, but it was obviously a good chess situation, but it turned into a disadvantage due to repeated moves, and now it has reached a dead end.
"Brother Zheng'an, I've finished all my moves."
"Don't be anxious, brother Gongming, let me think about it. Hey, look, Song Yu's kick is very good now, but the way that boy Gongsun blocks it is also very good."
Shang Zheng'an pinched the white piece, but it didn't fall down. Song Gongming looked anxiously at Shang Zheng'an's hand and then at the ring in the distance.
Shang Zheng'an didn't have the conditions for his position. He was facing away from the ring. If he wanted to watch the fight, he could only turn his head to watch. But Song Gongming could see it when he looked up. He was not worried at all about Shang Zheng'an stealing a piece before his eyes.
If someone was robbed down there, he would gouge his own eyes.
I have a burning gaze!
Song Gongming thought proudly, it has been a long time since he won with such twists and turns, so happy, the feeling of turning defeat into victory is really wonderful, it is just twists and turns.
"It seems that Mr. Gongsun is not affected by hallucinations. Tsk, it's dangerous. Your son is in danger."
Shang Zhengan patted Song Gongming who was staring at the chessboard.
"It's half a pound, ah...fuck his grandma."
Song Gongming suddenly stood up, and three white stones quietly fell from his pocket.
On the ring, Song Yu was punched away by Gongsun Du.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.