Hao Meng used all his strength from the beginning. For some reason, the young man in black robe in front of him gave him a feeling of extreme danger. This premonition could not be explained, but it was just a fighting instinct coming from the depths of his soul.
The powerful fist suddenly exploded in front of Fang Yan with Hao Meng's roar. The giant white tiger roared again and pounced on the enemy in front of him with its terrifying mouth.
The roaring tiger plain.
The Hao Family's Dragon-Tiger Fighting Holy Fist has nine moves in total. When practiced to perfection, its power can be overwhelming, and it can be regarded as outstanding among the lower-level Huang-level martial arts.
The world's martial arts and skills can be roughly divided into four levels: Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven. Each level can be divided into three levels: lower, middle, and upper. For example, the Li family swordsmanship practiced by Li Mu belongs to the lower level of the Huang level.
Martial arts, and Tianshengjue is a yellow-level intermediate skill.
The eye-catching white tiger came in front of Fang Yan in an instant. Its violent aura was suffocating. The vitality of the surrounding world was stirred by this powerful fist, and became extremely chaotic. The manic air flow rolled up, blowing Fang Yan's black body.
His long hair was blown away, and this punch caused the world to change color.
"What a powerful punch, this is already infinitely close to the realm of pill formation."
Liu Yu, who was watching the battle attentively, had flashes of light in her eyes. The strength displayed by Hao Meng had already made her feel pressured. Moreover, the competition on the field had just begun. What did these two people bring to the table?
It’s exciting and worth looking forward to.
Finally, Fang Yan took action when the white tiger formed by his fist was about to devour him. A strange red energy burst out from his body, covering his whole body in an instant, and then he pulled out his knife and struck the white tiger directly.
head.
The red energy tightly wrapped the three-foot-long sword. The blade exuding strong blood energy directly collided with Hao Meng's fist. Pure white and blood-red were instantly entangled, and the roar and the sound of the sword were repeated. The confrontation of this blow
The generated air wave knocked everyone in the first row watching the battle to the ground, which was truly astonishing.
After a stalemate for two or three breaths, the blood energy in Fang Yan's body was still flowing endlessly, but on the other hand, the fist movement that turned into a white tiger had no successor. After all, it was only the second move of Huang's low-level martial arts. It was a feat to be able to continue transforming for so long.
Thanks to Hao Meng's unique understanding of boxing moves, an ordinary member of the Hao family would have been defeated the moment he collided with the bloody blade.
Hao Meng knew in his heart that he might not be able to end the fight with this punch, so he no longer wanted to fight. He tiptoed the ground, turned back, and quickly distanced himself from Fang Yan.
And after the white tiger let out its last unwilling roar, it was finally chopped into pieces by the bloody sword shadows that filled the sky. This move was actually won by Fang Yan.
"This kind of blood energy is exactly the same as that kind of skill, but isn't it said that all that lineage is extinct? It's strange."
Elder Qin of the Xuantian Sword Sect was also attracted by the strange blood energy on Fang Yan's body. He kept recalling the skills and bloodline he knew, trying to find out the mystery of this energy.
Before Hao Meng could clear his mind after landing, he had to punch again because Fang Yan suddenly moved. The ghostly bloody figure crossed the entire ring in an instant, and the red knife shadow struck Hao Meng straight.
The key points.
The white tiger glazed gloves kept colliding with the blood-red long sword, making bursts of crisp sounds. After forcing away Fang Yan's fatal sword again, Hao Meng instantly changed from defense to offense, and struck out with his left and right fists continuously in one breath.
, hundreds of fist shadows formed an airtight wall, pressing towards Fang Yan, it was the third form of the Dragon-Tiger Fighting Holy Fist - Tiger Roaring in the Wind.
There were endless roars of tigers, and the shadow of the fist soon completely overwhelmed Fang Yan. As the punches became faster and faster, the huge wall finally turned into a crazy storm, swallowing Fang Yan whole.
The light and shadow completely covered the bloody Fang Yan, and no one could see what happened to him in the storm.
Following Hao Meng's violent shout, the storm suddenly shrank, but the fist wind became more intensive, and the roar of the tiger was mixed with bursts of thunder, as if it was vowing to completely crush the enemy within.
When everyone thought that Fang Yan's defeat was certain, something unexpected happened again. A bloody sword light passed through the interception of the fist shadow storm and struck straight out. Hao Meng had no choice but to wave his arms to block it, but the flesh-and-blood sword blazed out.
How could the driver block the sharp blade? He was instantly thrown away.
The power of this sword was beyond imagination. Hao Meng kept exerting force with his legs but could not stop himself from retreating. He shouted loudly and his whole body energy exploded. Only then was he able to stop the power of this sword at the edge of the ring.
At this time, a huge knife incision appeared on his arms, dripping with blood and extremely terrifying.
And it was Fang Yan who stepped out of the dissipated fist wind. He was unscathed. His body was wrapped in blood that was so thick that it was about to solidify. The blood-colored energy continued to surge, and his originally cold eyes were filled with endless killing intent.
meaning.
"Senior, you are no match for me. Just admit defeat, otherwise I may not be able to control myself anymore, and then it won't be as simple as a wound."
Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, then spoke to Hao Meng. The long knife in his hand kept making a chirping sound, as if it was a warning or a threat.
"Junior, you are worrying too much. The winner has not yet been determined. How could I admit defeat?"
Hao Meng smiled and looked at the strong young man in front of him and said, his arms naturally drooped, and blood continued to flow out. This knife had severely injured him. How to fight again was a question for everyone present.
Hao Meng quickly took out four or five golden pills and threw them into his mouth. The power of the medicine began to flow. After two or three breaths, the terrible wound on his arm began to stop bleeding. It was the effect of Huanglong Blood Pill.
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"It turned out to be an elixir, or a precious elixir like the Huanglong Blood Condensation Pill. I heard before that those untouchables from the Xuanjie class made some kind of beauty ointment in the city. The sales were so hot that even my mother couldn't help but ask for it.
People bought several boxes and saw that they had indeed made a lot of money, otherwise how could they be so generous and prepare such expensive elixirs for Hao Meng."
Seeing this scene, Nangong was helpless. There were always no restrictions on class competitions, and taking pills during battles was allowed. In the six competitions last year, the class class finally defeated Hao Meng by taking Qi-boosting pills.
Looking at his arms that had stopped bleeding, Hao Meng was still shocked by the power of the opponent's sword. You must know that he is wearing the Wisteria Armor of the Madman, which can reduce the power of attacks below the Formation Level by 50%. If it had been last year, this sword would have been
It was enough to kill him on the spot.
Hao Meng's face was already quite solemn at this time. Fang Yan's appearance somewhat disrupted his plan, but now there was no way out and he could only try his best to defeat the opponent.
A blue pill was also thrown directly into Hao Meng's mouth. It was Jiuqu Lingshen Pill. Hao Meng decided to give it a try.