Zhang Cong looked at Ye Tian's slightly bent body stiffened with difficulty and firmness, and his heart was horrified, in his previous battles at the same level, using a hundred step punch was a unique way to control the enemy, after he used a hundred step punch to turn over a few rounds of battle, the opponent couldn't stand up, and ended in failure, and with Zhang Cong's continuous cultivation in the past few months, this set of hundred step punches is more powerful and powerful than before. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And now, after Zhang Cong used the Hundred Step Fist to fight several times in a row, his limit will be about to be reached, and although Ye Tian is just embarrassed to dodge, he has also suffered a lot of bombardment from the Hundred Step Fist, plus Ye Tian is an ordinary man who has not broken the martial arts, and it is impossible to take the power of the Hundred Step Fist, but he did not fall, but still stood, and his waist was still so straight.

This all made Zhang Cong feel frightened, however, there were more people who were more frightened than Zhang Cong. Everyone present was as shocked as Zhang Cong, but there were still people who pretended to be calm, their faces were calm, but there were huge waves in their hearts. Among them, the one with the greatest fluctuation in his heart is undoubtedly Su Heng.

At this time, Su Heng's face was calm, with a gentle smile on his face, but his heart trembled, and he couldn't calm down. This set of 100-step boxing is exactly what Su Heng taught Zhang Cong, Zhang Cong can fight at the same level to suppress the opponent, this 100-step boxing is indispensable, and Su Heng himself is also practicing this set of boxing methods, and he knows the mystery of this set of boxing methods. But now, Zhang Cong's limit is almost up, and Ye Tianzhi is still standing on the field, standing up precariously.

This all made Su Heng feel horrified, what was going on? Could it be that the waste was a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed?

From the beginning to the present, half an hour has passed, Ye Tian was not defeated by himself with the power of destruction as Zhang Cong thought, but beat the opponent twice, although the battle situation has changed after using the hundred step punch, he still did not defeat Ye Tian in a short time, so that Ye Tian fell to the ground and no longer got up, but slowly straightened his waist.

Zhang Cong looked at Ye Tian with an ugly expression, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down his fluctuating heart, and when he opened his eyes again, a fierce light flashed in the depths of his eyes, staring at Ye Tian fiercely.

Ye Tian felt the ruthlessness emanating from Zhang Cong's body, his whole body tensed, and he looked at Zhang Cong who was ready to attack vigilantly, stepped down with his legs, and made a strange starting gesture with his hands, with his left hand in front and his right hand behind.

Zhang Cong looked at Ye Tian's strange starting style, and he was also surprised in his heart, but at this time, he couldn't control it so much, if he continued like this, not only would he lose face, but even his martial arts path might be cut off.

After thinking about it, Zhang Cong didn't think much about it, and directly rushed to where Ye Tian was, and the hundred-step fist was unleashed again.

Ye Tian saw Zhang Cong rushing towards him with a hundred steps of fist, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, he changed his hand, moved his left foot backwards under the horse step, crossed his palms and wrapped Zhang Cong's fist, and with a stroke, he let go of Zhang Cong's fist, changed his footsteps, and went to entangle the other attacking fist with his backhand.

After a few fights, Zhang Cong was surprised to feel that his fists with superimposed strength were like hitting cotton between Ye Tian's strokes, and the power of his fists was most of the removed by Ye Tian, and there was a faint tendency to beat himself between Ye Tian's strokes.

Zhang Cong's face was gloomy, he knew that what he was most afraid of fighting against others was that the opponent brought him to fight, after the other party brought you into his own rhythm, it was like sailing a boat down the river, and the momentum rose sharply, while he was in a weak position, very passive, and he would lose a defeat if he was not careful, and he would never recover.

Therefore, when Zhang Cong learned that he had a faint rhythm of attacking into the Ye Tian, he stubbornly waved his hands at the limit speed and strength at the risk of scrapping his hands, and suddenly, the faint trend was interrupted.

After the next few fights, Zhang Cong showed an insignificant decline, while Ye Tian played more and more smoothly, and some vicious people also discovered this drawback.

"Look, Zhang Cong is weak, I think it will be difficult for Zhang Cong to win this battle~"

"Well, I really don't know, where did that kid get such strength, he shouldn't be called waste if he has such strength, why did he come from the name of waste?"

"Maybe it's because he can't cultivate, after all, he hasn't even reached the Qi Realm so far. ”

Although Zhang Cong exposed the fact that he knew 100 steps early on, he knew a mystery about his 100 steps boxing. ”

"According to the grapevine, Zhang Cong's hundred-step fist was handed over by Young Master Su Heng, but I don't know if it's true or not. ”

"Look, the tide of battle has changed!"

Just when everyone was discussing Ye Tian's ability and Zhang Cong's boxing method, the battle situation on the field changed again, since Ye Tian's stroke and belt was used, Zhang Cong felt that he was very aggrieved, every punch was like hitting on cotton, there was nowhere to use the force, the hundred steps of boxing was based on the superposition of power, but now, the power has been completely unloaded nearly half, the strength of the boxing can not be superimposed, the power of one punch is smaller than the power of one punch, the power of the hundred steps of the punch can not be played at all, and there is a faint tendency to be beaten, therefore, Zhang Cong's advantage in this battle has been lost。

"What kind of punch is this?" In the battle, a punch was dissolved by Ye Tianyi's hook, and Zhang Cong couldn't help but say.

"Specialize in your boxing skills!" After defusing Zhang Cong's punch, knowing Zhang Cong's question, Ye Tian said coldly.

"You ......" Zhang Cong was so angry that he was so angry that he only spit out one word.

"You... Finished. Ye Tian snorted coldly.

Then, Ye Tian leaned on Zhang Cong's chest again, and a muffled sound came out, but Zhang Cong did not fly out as everyone thought, but just took a few steps back, and sat on the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

The win or loss was obvious, although no one said it, but everyone present knew that this battle ended with Ye Tian's victory.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that my boxing skills didn't reach the peak, I wouldn't have lost to this waste. "Even if Zhang Cong is sitting on the ground, he is still so rampant and self-righteous.

"Oh, is it?" Ye Tian's mouth hooked an arc, and he chuckled: "If it weren't for my set of boxing techniques, then your hands might be useless now, and I'll see what you take to participate in the later trials." ”

Zhang Cong's eyes darkened, what Ye Tian said was right, if Zhang Cong was allowed to use the limit of the Hundred Step Fist, even if he won the victory, his hands might be unable to bear the load brought by the extreme power of the Hundred Step Fist, and the meridians of his hands would be broken, the blood vessels would be broken, and both hands would be completely wasted.

Any powerful force that does not have a strong enough medium to transmit may not have defeated the enemy, but will not be able to bear the load brought by the force and die first.

Ye Tian's set of punches not only enabled him to win this battle, but also saved the hands of a martial artist, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Ye Tian walked slowly towards Zhang Cong, and a slender hand appeared in front of Zhang Cong's eyes.

Zhang Cong looked up at the young man with a slight gentle smile on his delicate face standing in front of him, lowered his head, and a sly and sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A cold light flashed.

Tick tick

Red blood dripped from the dagger on Zhang Cong's palm.

Ye Tian, who was standing in front of Zhang Cong before, was also a few meters away, covering his arm with his hand, red blood kept flowing out from between his fingers, and soon, blood dripped down his arm and fell to the ground.

"How can you sneak attack someone?" After seeing that Ye Tian was injured, Su Qing appeared directly beside Ye Tian and bandaged Ye Tian with his own handkerchief. When the white handkerchief was stained red with blood, the blood finally stopped flowing.

And Su Qing's face was frosty when she saw Ye Tian's wound, because this scar almost pierced Ye Tian's heart, if it weren't for Ye Tian's fast flash, it was very likely to fall here, and then look at this time is a cold voice questioning.

"This is called a soldier who is not tired of cheating, didn't you see that the Great Elder didn't say that the game was over?" At this time, Su Heng came over to save Zhang Cong, although Zhang Cong rarely walked with Su Heng, but many people knew that Zhang Cong was Su Heng's most loyal subordinate, therefore, Su Heng had to save Zhang Cong no matter what, otherwise it would chill the hearts of the people who were with him.

"You ......" Su Qing was about to have a seizure, but she was pulled by Ye Tian, and out of intuition, Ye Tian felt that Su Qing was not Su Heng's opponent.

"Brother..."Su Qing looked at Ye Tian with a brick, and just as he wanted to say something, he was swallowed back by Ye Tian's dark and deep eyes.

"Heh..."A sneer turned out, and Su Heng took in all of this, "If you have the ability, you will hide behind a woman, and we will fight it alone when you come out." ”

"What kind of ability is it to bully a martial arts mortal, you have the ability to fight with me!" Su Qing looked angry.

"I don't think he's going to be a martial artist. Su Heng sneered.

"It seems that the son of the war king is not very good, he will only bully some weak people, and if he is known, I don't know what he will say?" Su Qing also retorted strongly.

"You... Hmph, then I'll teach the skills of the uncle's third daughter!"