Bursts of roar came from the ring, and the battle between the two was not too fancy, but it was the simple power that could trigger the flow of air waves around them.

Maybe in the eyes of the layman, this is a very boring competition, because what everyone likes to watch is the kind of scene that triggers natural changes, what kind of thunder, strong wind, and thousands of miles of ice are big scenes, this kind of at most a dozen qi swords and close-range fists and feet are still very disappointing.

But in the eyes of insiders, this is a very exciting battle.

The speed of the Nine Fist Master's punches has exceeded the speed of the nervous reaction, so all punches will be taken by the human body in an instant.

At this time, Zhang Zhao was precisely because he couldn't bear this instantaneous burst of power, so he began to dance the sword, converting this power so as not to let him hurt himself.

As the power of his fist converged on the sword, Zhang Zhao turned around and pointed his sword at the sky.

At that moment, everyone only saw an invisible wave of qi burst out from the blade of the sword and burst into the sky, and the entire sky seemed to be much darker because of it.

"Martial King, this old man turned out to be a real Martial King"

Zhang Zhao was secretly surprised in his heart, because at that moment, he did feel the existence of Hongmeng's power.

Although the other party didn't use all his strength, if he let himself block this punch, he might still be slightly injured, although it didn't matter if he was slightly injured, but he could hurt his martial arts without using all his strength, which is really rare in this world.

"Haha"

Seeing that Zhang Zhao dissolved his punch, the Nine Fist Master suddenly laughed.

He laughed as he walked down the ring, giving him a feeling of reel.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible"

Judging by the meaning of the Nine Fist Master, he should have given up this competition.

The eleven punches just now may be just one punch in everyone's eyes, but Zhang Zhao knows that the eleven punches just now are all the remaining strength of the Nine Fist Division, but he didn't use all the power of Hongmeng, otherwise the strength would have to be doubled several times.

In the eyes of the Nine Boxers, in fact, he saw the results of this competition after the first punch, and the last punch was only a tentative use of the four successful forces, because he didn't want to expose his true strength in front of so many people.

But what he didn't expect was that the opponent could easily defuse that punch, so there was no need to continue fighting, which is why he gave up the competition.

"In this competition, Zhang Zhaosheng wins!"

Seeing that the referee was an elder of the Ziyang Sect, Zhang Zhao specially ordered him to call the Nine Fist Master back quickly before getting out of the ring, saying that he could give up the competition.

The strength of the Nine Fist Division is definitely qualified to compete for the top five, and it would be a pity if he didn't make it to the ranking tournament because he met himself early.

Although the referee didn't understand, he still sent someone over to inform him of the meaning according to Zhang Zhao's instructions.

"It seems that he has also comprehended the simplicity of the Dao, but his strength is still not enough, otherwise you will be beaten. ”

Chen Yang analyzed the competition just now, and the Nine Fist Division's simplicity really surprised him. The strength has surpassed many martial kings, the only reason for losing is that his strength is not enough, if it is also a martial pole, then Zhang Zhao will have to do his best and may not be able to get any benefits.

"Well, I felt the power of Hongmeng in the last punch, but it was very stiff, and I should have broken through it recently. ”

Chen Yang grinned, heard the referee call his name, and then said, "Watch it carefully, give you a big show today." ”

Chen Yang's opponent was a hermit from the territory of Cangyun City, named Yu Wang.

The fame of the Yuwang rivers and lakes is not as loud as that of the Nine Fist Division, so that not many people in the imperial capital near Cangyun City have heard of his name.

His weapon, on the other hand, is a bow that can be unleashed without any arrows.

But the battle between the two of them had already laid the result of this competition as soon as Chen Yang came on the field.

Chen Yangfei stepped forward, and the qi sword formed a rapidly rotating lotus flower under his feet, and around his body, thousands of qi swords were scattered in the void like petals, looking extremely beautiful.

"This guy, how long has he been secretly practicing behind my back?"

Seeing that Chen Yang was already able to control thousands of swords, Zhang Zhao was jealous and envious in his heart.

After a long period of hard work, he was able to control only five hundred, and he was four times more than himself.

"Let's go!"

With a sound, the qi sword spinning in mid-air instantly stopped, and the blades all pointed at the Feather King.

Seeing such a dense air sword, King Yu frowned slightly.

He picked up his longbow, drew it into a full moon, and when he released it, a white arrow flew out in an instant.

But it didn't take long for him to be defeated by an air sword, which was unharmed, and after defeating the arrow, he turned around and flew into the air again.

At the same time, thousands of swords flowed one after another, stabbing at the Feather King from time to time, and the Feather King was also struggling to dodge, looking for an opportunity to break through in the cracks and fight back.

Chen Yang in the distance maintained a negative hand posture from beginning to end, without any change.

And thousands of swords seemed to have life, and they launched a storm-like attack on the Feather King.

"Sword intent, such a powerful sword intent"

In the crowd, I don't know who suddenly shouted such a sentence, and everyone shouted wildly.

Seeing that everyone was so fanatical about sword intent, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

What kind of sword intent is Chen Yang? That's just that he is using his mind to control these qi swords, and the real sword intent is far more powerful than what he is in front of. If thousands of swords were carried with sword intent, that power would be enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

"Stop!"

"Stop, Stop, Stop"

After about three or five minutes, the feather king hurriedly shouted to stop.

"I feel like I'm fighting against thousands of troops, I can't fight, I can't fight, I lose"

Seeing that the other party had admitted defeat, Chen Yang also withdrew all his qi swords.

Zhang Zhao below sighed slightly, Yuwang's strength was actually not so weak, but he didn't know where the cracking method of ten thousand swords was located.

Controlling so many qi swords at once like this has not yet been mainstream, it is generally very energy-consuming, and there is no room for the slightest distraction, as long as he can disturb Chen Yang's attention at close range, the sword formation will naturally be self-defeating.

He was defeated because he had not learned this trick, and at the same time, he was afraid that he would be injured and did not dare to advance. This back and forth, with a bow and thousands of swords, it must have the feeling of fighting against thousands of troops.

If it was Zhang Zhao, if he didn't know what the opponent's martial arts were, he would definitely give up himself to face the sword formation, even if he was on the spot, he would quickly break through the sword formation, and if he wanted to drag it down, he could only drag it out more and more hopelessly.