In this situation, no matter how stupid Zhang Xiaoyu is, he can also see that Long Wuteng is about to make a big move.

Others may not be able to sense it, Zhang Xiaoyu has spiritual power, and the feeling at this moment is the most real.

The blood-colored hurricane condensed by Long Wuteng had actually exhausted all the qi and blood in his body.

In other words, Long Wuteng's blow must be determined to defeat Zhang Xiaoyu, otherwise, the power of qi and blood will be exhausted, and Long Wuteng will have no strength to fight, so he will not find death by himself.

understood this in his heart, how could Zhang Xiaoyu let the other party succeed.

This may sound like a great way to turn a gun, but it obviously needs to be built.

Zhang Xiaoyu's idea was very simple, to interrupt Long Wuteng's momentum.

Many thoughts fell in his heart, Zhang Xiaoyu's speed increased to the extreme, his body almost turned into an afterimage, leaving a long phantom behind him, and the alloy long stick in his hand smashed into the blood-colored hurricane.

There was a muffled sound.

Then, blood spurted from Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth again, and his body flew backwards quickly.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, he endured the hot pain from his internal organs, Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly cold.

At this moment, the blood hurricane has increased from three meters to five meters.

And Long Muto's whole person was pale, and his eyes were extremely crazy.

Wrapped in a blood-colored hurricane, Long Wuteng looked a little illusory, but the madness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"It's too late to admit defeat now, otherwise, once I make this move, I can't control it myself, and when the time comes, kill you, don't blame me." ”

Long Wuteng's voice was hoarse, and his face turned a little pale again.

"Dreaming. ”

Throwing away the alloy long stick in his hand, Zhang Xiaoyu snorted coldly, and his voice was also hoarse.

The power of qi and blood was injected into his arms, and as soon as he moved under his feet, on his fists, blood flashed, and Zhang Xiaoyu rushed towards Long Wuteng again.

The roar is endless.

Every time Zhang Xiaoyu smashed into the blood-colored hurricane, his body would fall backwards, and blood would shoot out from his mouth like a fatal one.

And Long Wuteng's blood-colored hurricane also kept swaying.

The two fought each other, and they couldn't tell who was strong and who was weak, but in the eyes of everyone, Zhang Xiaoyu was covered in bruises, and he should have fallen and had the upper hand.

High in the air, several middle-aged people stood in the sky.

Among them are the dean of Jiangnan Wuhan University, as well as the previous board inchhead, and several other middle-aged people.

In addition to the men, there are also two women, who look to be in their thirties, but they are very beautiful, and they can't see the traces left by the years on their bodies.

"It's a good boy, the Long Teng marksmanship of the Long family, it is not easy to be cultivated to this point by this little guy, it is a good seedling to practice guns, I want this person." ”

Although the middle-aged man with a blank look on his face, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he was obviously very satisfied with Long Wuteng's marksmanship.

"It's not wrong that you practice spears, love talents, but I think this little guy named Zhang Xiaoyu is even more interesting.

He didn't practice any tactics, and he didn't even know what they were, and his attacks were only based on brute force.

But you see, his control of power is almost stronger than that of some martial artists at the peak of the high-level warrior realm.

It's a pity that I don't know if he cultivates swordsmanship, otherwise I would be willing to take him into my door. ”

Another middle-aged man with a cold look shook his head, but praised Zhang Xiaoyu a few words.

"Dean, do you think who loses and who wins this battle?"

Ban Cuntou didn't care, glanced at the dean standing in the middle, and asked.

"I can't see it for the time being, but the probability of Zhang Xiaoyu winning is relatively high, Long Wuteng's qi and blood are exhausted, and every time Zhang Xiaoyu attacks, he will scatter part of his condensed momentum.

Under the influence of one and the other, the dragon spear that Long Wuteng finally condensed may not have much effect, and at that time, Long Wuteng's qi and blood were exhausted.

The result of the battle is completely controlled by Zhang Xiaoyu, and this son has a good heart. ”

Listening to the dean's praise, a thin middle-aged man next to him was not happy.

"Taking qi and blood in the assessment, this is cheating, and if you don't win it, I don't like this kid. ”

Hearing this, the dean's face sank.

"Has anyone ever stipulated that you can't use qi and blood?

Conformism is not the style of my Wuhan University, and the freshmen over the years seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of unwritten rules.

In fact, we do not stipulate that qi and blood cannot be used in the assessment.

What's more, the difference between the realms of the two is too big, and Zhang Xiaoyu is not cheating, speaking of which, you are known as the King of Fighters, and you are also practicing boxing.

This kid is a boxing material, don't you think about it?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, but didn't say much.

"I choose students, that's all about looking at the right eyes, I'm not interested in this kid, whoever loves wants it, I don't think this kid is the kind of person who can give his back to his partner.

Selfishness may lead to being strong, but not being able to be useful to this society. ”

The dean frowned slightly and sighed.

"The guy who came out of the army is really rigid, forget it, let him go. ”

Muttering, the dean stopped being verbose, stared at the battle below, and continued to watch.

And just as a few middle-aged people were chatting, the battle below was also beginning to come to an end.

In just a short period of time, Zhang Xiaoyu took a bottle of qi and blood again, and hit dozens of punches in a row.

On Long Wuteng's side, the blood-colored hurricane, which was originally more than five meters high, was only more than two meters high at the moment, and the color was extremely thin.

Blood spurted wildly from Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and except for his face, the rest of his body had already been stained red with blood.

Long Wuteng was also pale.

At this moment, he was almost so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

Originally, it didn't take long for him to build up momentum, but Zhang Xiaoyu kept harassing him.

As a result, he would need to constantly replenish the Scarlet Hurricane with all his blood and energy.

At this moment, although he has completed the accumulation of momentum, in fact, the attack after the accumulation of momentum is far inferior to before.

The most important thing is that he has no qi and blood, and Zhang Xiaoyu has drunk several bottles before and after.

"Give me death, despicable villain. ”

The moment he finished accumulating momentum, Long Wuteng roared angrily, and then, the blood-colored hurricane surrounding his body suddenly merged into his body.

A golden light rose to the sky, and at this moment, Long Wuteng's whole person looked like a spear, full of unstoppable momentum.

With the golden light flickering, Long Wuteng stepped on his feet, turned into a golden spear, and stabbed at Zhang Xiaoyu fiercely.

Zhang Xiaoyu's complexion changed slightly, and he was not verbose, his arms were a little thicker again, and fine silver hairs grew on his arms.

Fortunately, he was covered in blood before, and others couldn't see it.

Rumble......

The two of them roared again and again, and between the lightning and flint, the golden spear and Zhang Xiaoyu's fist collided together.