Chapter 42: Yang Hu VS Yang Zongjing

As soon as Yang Hu and Yang Zongjing came to power, the smell of gunpowder was full between the two. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The two didn't say much, they saluted each other, Yang Hu palmed the wind like a knife, and attacked Yang Zongjing with a brush.

Yang Zongjing saw Yang Hu attacking, his body was slightly sideways, and he dodged Yang Hu's palm. At the same time, Yang Zongjing's left arm waved lightly, hitting Yang Hu's ribs directly.

Although Yang Hu is a little bigger and doesn't look very sensitive, he actually reacts extremely quickly. Yang Zongjing's arm attacked, Yang Hu's toes touched the ground, and the whole person flew out, narrowly avoiding Yang Zongjing's attack.

The distance between the two quickly widened, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Zongjing's mouth. The martial art "Sudden Approach" was unfolded, and with a flash of figure, Yang Zongjing instantly appeared in front of Yang Hu.

"It's over!" Yang Zongjing punched out heavily.

Because the distance is too close, Yang Hu can't avoid it at all!

Rumble!

Yang Zongjing's fist smashed on Yang Hu's chest, Yang Hu snorted, and a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Under the residual strength of the heavy punch, Yang Hu's strong body kicked back dozens of steps before he stopped.

Yang Zongjing's punch is so ruthless!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that under Yang Zongjing's punch, Yang Hu has been injured.

"Approach, Yellow Rank Fourth-Rank Martial Technique!"

"I injured Yang Hu with just one punch, it's amazing!"

"A genius is a genius!"

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Yang Zongjing repelled Yang Hu with one punch, which was really shocking, you must know that Yang Hu is also a martial artist. Moreover, in the minds of everyone, Yang Hu has always been known for his strength, and his physical strength is rarely compared.

It stands to reason that with the strength of Yang Hu's body, Yang Zongjing's punch will at most knock Yang Hu back, but what is surprising is that Yang Hu has vomited blood.

Listening to the discussion in the audience, Yang Qian's brows furrowed. Yang Zongjing used the sudden approach, obviously wanting to solve it quickly. And he punched so hard, obviously he wanted to hit Yang Hu hard. Thinking of this, Yang Qian's expression turned cold.

This Yang Zongjing is clearly taking revenge!

"It's too late to throw in the towel." Yang Zongjing looked at Yang Hu from a distance and smiled slightly.

Yang Hu's two tiger eyes glared at Yang Zongjing. The strength of Yang Zongjing's punch is only known to Yang Hu himself.

When Yang Zongjing punched, he used his body to block the view of the audience. Then when the fist slammed, he secretly poured spiritual power into the fist.

In this way, it seems that this can't hurt Yang Hu's punch. But it's a little more dark. The fist slammed into Yang Hu's chest, and a burst of energy rushed into his body. Yang Hu only felt that the blood in his chest was surging, and as soon as his throat was sweet, blood overflowed.

"When did I, Yang Hu, admit defeat? Unless you knock me down, I, Yang Hu, will never admit defeat! Yang Hu's loud voice sounded.

"I'm afraid that my fists and feet have no eyes and hurt you by mistake." Yang Zongjing deliberately raised the volume by a few points, so that Yang Qianqiu and others in the audience could hear it.

"It doesn't hurt. That's my business! After that, Yang Hu slightly teased the qi and blood in his body, roared angrily, clenched his hands into fists, and smashed his fists towards Yang Zongjing like rain.

"Do you want to fight with me? I'm here to the end! A cold light flashed in Yang Zongjing's eyes, his fists were clenched, and the red light on the surface of his fists was shining, and his momentum was quite majestic.

"That's the Meteor Fist?"

"Oh my God, Yang Zongjing actually wants to fight with Yang Hu!"

"Yang Hu is notoriously brute force, and Yang Zongjing is too careless this time!"

When everyone exclaimed, Yang Zongjing and Yang Hu had already collided together. The fist is flying.

Boom Boom!

Every time the fists collided, a dazzling red light erupted, and the air around them seemed to vibrate.

The two punched faster and faster, and the battle was even more intense. Suddenly, a whistling sound shook the four fields, and the golden light on Yang Hu's fist skyrocketed, and a fierce tiger head appeared on Yang Hu's fist.

"Yellow Rank Five-Stage Martial Technique Tiger Strike!"

Someone in the audience immediately recognized Yang Hu's martial arts.

"Looks like this competition is coming to an end!"

"The Tiger Strike against the Falling Star Fist is really exciting!"

Rumble!

The golden fist and the red fist collided together. With a violent roar, the wind suddenly rose, and the sand and rocks flew!

Click!

The collision between the Tiger Strike and the Meteor Fist was too violent, and the powerful energy wave was turbulent, and the ground under the feet of the two of them had already cracked, and fine cracks appeared!

Hum!

Yang Hu snorted, and his body flew out upside down. It fell to the ground with a thud, and eventually blood gushed wildly. Obviously, under this collision, Yang Hu has suffered a big loss. Although Yang Zongjing had a bad night, it was much better than Yang Hu.

Yang Zongjing also flew out upside down. But he only took a few steps backwards before he froze. Although his face was a little pale, he did not vomit blood.

After all, Yang Zongjing is already a martial artist of the seventh level, while Yang Hu is only a martial artist of the sixth level.

In the case that both of them used the Yellow Rank Fifth Rank Martial Arts. Yang Hu is naturally not Yang Zongjing's opponent.

"Big brother!" Yang Qian saw Yang Hu fall to the ground, spitting blood, and in a hurry, a few vertical jumps landed on the test table, Yang Hu's side.

Yang Qian helped Yang Hu up and said, "Big brother, how are you?" ”

Yang Hu shook his head, coughed, and said, "Don't worry about me, it's just a little shocked." ”

When Yang Qian saw Yang Hu's pale face, he knew that Yang Hu was comforting himself, and he was afraid that Yang Hu's situation was even worse than he imagined.

"Yang Zongjing, you are so ruthless!" Yang Qian stared at Yang Zongjing coldly.

"I gave him a chance to throw in the towel. You saw it, and I can't blame it. Besides, I don't have eyes on my fists and feet, and I'm really sorry. Yang Zongjing sneered, and did not feel sorry at all.

Yang Qian wanted to say something, but Yang Hu suddenly said, "Xiao Qian, forget it." Help me down. ”

Yang Qian glanced at Yang Zongjing one last time, after all, Yang Hu's injury was important, and now was not the time to reason with Yang Zongjing. Yang Qian responded, and then helped Yang Hu to walk off the stage.

Yang Hu left the test table, and cheers immediately rang out from the audience. Yang Zhen walked onto the test stage with a somewhat ugly face and announced that the winner of this competition was Yang Zongjing.

Yang Qian helped Yang Hu to a corner and said, "Big brother, you sit down first to heal your injuries." I protect the Dharma for you. ”

Yang Hu coughed lightly, tugging at the injury on his chest, and his face turned a little paler. Nodding, he sat down to heal.

About half an hour later, Yang Hu finally woke up from his healing. Yang Zhen had also come to Yang Hu's side for this matter, and when Yang Hu opened his eyes, Yang Zhen asked anxiously, "Are you okay?" ”

Yang Hu saw the eager Yang Zhen and Yang Qian's concerned eyes, shook his head, and said, "After some pranayama, it's no big deal." It's just that the meridians have been shaken...... I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the final challenge anymore. ”

Hearing this, Yang Zhen's face was a little ugly, and he asked, "Why is it so badly injured?" ”

Yang Hu sighed and said, "Then Yang Zongjing has already reached the seventh level of martial arts, and it seems that he intends to hit me hard, I can feel that when he used the Falling Star Fist, he had already done his best......"

Hearing Yang Hu say this, Yang Zhen and Yang Qian couldn't help but gasp. A trace of coldness flashed on Yang Qian's face, and he had secretly decided in his heart to get justice for Yang Hu!