Chapter Eighty-Eight: Fighting Su Yang
Sun Ming, who was sitting on the other side, also had a solemn face, "Extreme mystery? Twenty-four consecutive palms", he had already heard of this martial art. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Among Xuanzong, there was an inner disciple, when he went out to complete the task, by chance, he met a fugitive wanted by Xuanzong. Twenty-four consecutive palms", the meridians of the whole body were abolished, and there was no chance to fight back at all.
"Mu Xuan, don't be reluctant." Sun Ming said worriedly.
Mu Xuan didn't know the worries of Sun Ming and the others, for him, this "extreme mystery? "Twenty-four consecutive palms" is powerful, but it is impossible to hurt him.
He didn't want to show his full strength for the time being.
"I'll try first, if I can resist it!"
Mu Xuan defended regularly, and the Flame Burning Sea Fist seemed to come to life in his hand, and he actually blocked Liu Xiang's serial palm shadow.
"Burning Sea Fist has been practiced by Mu Xuan to the highest level!" Deacon Song couldn't help but gasp.
Liu Xiang's face was gloomy, at this moment he had already swung twelve palms in a row, but he still couldn't hurt Mu Xuan in the slightest, the strength of the other party had already exceeded his expectations.
"Extreme way back to heaven!" "Twelve Palms!"
The next twelve palms, one palm is more powerful than the other, if one palm is hit, then Liu Xiang will take the opportunity to play a complete set of palm techniques against Mu Xuan. After the power of the twenty-four palms constantly superimposed, even Mu Xuan couldn't bear it at all!
It's a pity that Mu Xuan won't even let his first palm hit!
Liu Xiang puffed up all his true qi and launched a fatal attack towards Mu Xuan.
Faced with such a situation, Mu Xuan smiled bitterly, raised his spiritual power to three percent of his peak, and blasted out in mid-air, a full twelve punches.
Bang Bang ......Bang
Clusters of air currents erupted in the field, blowing Mu Xuan back a few steps, floating under his feet, looking up, Liu Xiang, who was dressed in purple, was like a kite with a broken line, drawing a wonderful arc in mid-air, and finally landed at the edge of the crowd.
"Well done, so beautiful!" It was only at this time that Deacon Luo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Sun Ming.
Zhong Qianjian next to him laughed dryly, and set his eyes on Su Yang, hoping that the proud disciples under his hands could help him breathe.
Seeing this, Lin Mei frowned, at that moment just now, she clearly sensed that the power of Mu Xuan's Burning Sea Fist had doubled, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat Liu Xiang easily.
"Mu Xuansheng, next, Qin Ming vs. Su Shu!" Although the red-robed elder was a little surprised, he didn't feel anything, after all, Mu Xuan comprehended the pseudo-fire, and it was natural to win.
The fight between Qin Ming and Su Shu is very intense, and the style of both of them is the same, every move and style is ruthless and decisive, and they will never drag the mud and water, many times people feel that they seem to have a grudge against each other, and they want to kill each other desperately.
"Su Shu, if you want to blame, blame your lack of experience!"
"Than fighting, I, Qin Ming, haven't been afraid of anyone yet!"
Finally, Qin Ming exerted his due strength, and shook Su Shu, who was still fighting, with two palms in a row.
"Qin Mingsheng, in the next game, Lin Mei vs. Wang Tao!"
In the crowd, Wang Tao thought for a while, raised his hand and said, "I admit defeat." ”
The red-robed elder nodded, and said to the last player, Lin Xing, "Now you can choose your opponent, you can replace him if you win, and eliminate him if you lose." ”
Lin Xing looked at Lin Mei, Su Yang and Qin Ming, shook his head, and then looked at Mu Xuan at the end, still shaking his head, "Elder, I admit defeat!" ”
Lin Mei, Su Yang, Qin Ming, he will never be able to win against these three people.
As for Mu Xuan, although he is not a martial spirit Dacheng monk, judging from the previous games, the following martial spirit Dacheng is definitely not an opponent, so why bother to humiliate himself, it is better to simply admit defeat.
"Lin Xing admits defeat, then, now there are four people left, namely Su Yang, Mu Xuan, Qin Ming and Lin Mei."
"The first match is Su Yang vs. Mu Xuan, the second game is Qin Ming vs. Lin Mei, and the winner enters the finals and competes with another winner for the first place among the outer disciples."
"Soon, there's a second-place and third-place competition, you see?" The red-robed elder swept his gaze towards the four of them.
The four people, including Mu Xuan, all nodded.
The red-robed elder said again: "This is very good! ”
"Next, you still have half an hour to rest, and after half an hour, you go to the rest of the showdown."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and sat quietly on his seat.
In the middle of the field, Su Yang glanced at Mu Xuan fiercely, as if telling him that he wanted you to look good later.
Mu Xuan smiled indifferently, returned to his seat, and rested for a while.
"Lin Mei, so far, you shouldn't have used your full strength." Qin Ming had already regarded Lin Mei as his biggest opponent, and said tentatively.
Lin Mei waved her hands lightly and said indifferently: "Of course, everyone here can't force me to use all my strength. ”
"Hehe, don't exalt yourself too much, when I solve Mu Xuan, let you experience the horror of Tianling's swordsmanship." Su Yang sneered.
Lin Mei turned around and walked to her seat, leaving a sentence, "If you can't even challenge the next level, don't be delusional about defeating me." ”
The final had not yet begun, Qin Ming had already felt the tense atmosphere, his breathing was slightly short, and by now, he was not just fighting for the first place, but more for the sake of fighting.
Half an hour, quickly passed.
Without the notice of the red-robed elders, Mu Xuan and Su Yang had already arrived at the center of the arena in unison.
Between the two, there was a full fifteen-meter distance.
"You will never be able to win against me, if you don't admit defeat, then your fate will be worse than Jing Li!"
"Chances are, if I'm not careful, I'll beat you into a wreck."
Su Yang couldn't wait to fight Lin Mei, and for this reason, he wanted to beat Mu Xuan down as soon as possible.
Mu Xuan said: "I really want to know how you can abolish me." ”
"Abolish you, I only need a sword."
Su Yang was lucky, his blood-colored clothes were windless, and a blood-colored messy airflow appeared outside his body, making the wind rag within a radius of 100 meters.
He stomped his foot violently, shooting out like a sharp arrow, and hundreds of sword fingers headed towards Mu Xuan.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
The air was cut open in an instant, and the blood-colored sword fingers flew all over the sky, murderous.
"Flame Burning Sea Fist!"
Increasing his spiritual power to seventy percent, Mu Xuan did not retreat, the flames covered his fists, and they burst out in a row, like a series of cannonballs, bombarding hundreds of sword fingers with a ferocious attitude.
In an instant, the sound of air bursting came and went.
With the arena as the center, a strong storm was unleashed.