The second round of the competition went on faster than expected. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn less than half an hour, the second game has ended.

Coincidentally, the second round of the competition seemed to be deliberately done by God, Yang Zongjing, Yang Xue, Yang Ying, and Yang Zhen all drew opponents who were much weaker than themselves, and almost defeated the enemy with one move, and simply won the victory.

It is worth mentioning that Yang Qian's opponent turned out to be Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng was raised by Yang Qian into a sausage mouth before, and then his buttocks were opened because he stole the angry sword trick to frame Yang Qian, and he lay in bed for nearly two months, and he didn't fully recover until recently.

Yang Sheng had long hated Yang Qian, and he was a fierce killer move. However, what he didn't know was that Yang Qian had already stepped into the fifth level of martial arts. Warrior quadruple is an opponent again?

When Yang Sheng attacked, Yang Qian unhurriedly spun his leg and kicked, which happened to kick Yang Sheng in the abdomen. After Yang Sheng screamed in pain, the whole person had already flown off the test table, and the competition had already ended before it had fully started. Yang Qian successfully entered the final round of the competition.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that there would be two branch families entering the final round of the competition this year, it's really strange!"

"It's been five years, except for Yang Fan, it's just these two people."

"It seems that the separation is quite on the rise...... Yang Zhen's waste son also entered the final round of the competition? ”

"Hmph, it's just luck. In the last round of competition, I don't know how badly I will be beaten. ”

"Also, with Yang Zongjing's cultivation, one move is enough to defeat him......"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, the last round of the competition is about to begin.

The final round of the competition is a little different from the previous two rounds, although the order of the competition is also determined by drawing lots. But unlike the first two rounds, each number has two cards, but the number one to five, each with only one.

This round of competition is carried out in the form of "attack", that is, the one who draws the No. 1 lottery is the "champion". Then draw the No. 2 lottery to play the first game with it. The winner of the competition becomes the new champion, and then the new champion is challenged by the person who draws the third lot. And so on until the end of the competition, the final winner is the first in this competition.

The draw of lots is over, and the draw is as follows.

No. 1 sign, Yang Zhen.

No. 2 sign, Yang Zongjing.

No. 3 sign, Yang Ying.

No. 4 sign, Yang Xue.

No. 5 sign, Yang Qian.

"The last round of the competition began, and Yang Zhen and Yang Zongjing took the stage." Yang Zhen announced loudly.

As soon as Yang Zhen's voice fell, Yang Zhen and Yang Zongjing went to the test stage respectively. Suddenly, the entire martial arts training ground fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the two people on the competition platform.

"Yang Zhen." Yang shook his fists and saluted.

"Yang Zongjing." Yang Zongjing also clenched his fists.

After the two saluted, Yang Zhen took a step forward with his left foot. As soon as he stepped like this, the entire test bench trembled, a circle of smoke and dust swept away, and fine cracks appeared on the ground, which showed how terrifying Yang Shao's strength was.

Yang Zongjing felt the tremor of the test table, and he was a little shocked in his heart. But his face was unusually calm, and he moved slightly, and then he made a starting gesture.

"It's coming!" Yang Zongjing snorted lightly, the soles of his feet were propped up on the ground, and his body shot out like arrows, attacking Yang Shao with great speed. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yang Zhen, his palm was like a knife, and he greeted Yang Zhen one after another.

However, what is shocking is that Yang Zhen did not dodge.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Zongjing's palm slammed into Yang Zhen's body. Yang Zongjing has already used fifty percent of his strength, but Yang Shao is like a stable mountain, under Yang Zongjing's palm power, not only does he not have any pain, but even, his whole person is like being nailed there, no matter how good your palm power is, Yang Zhen just doesn't move.

When Yang Zongjing was surprised, he felt that there was an elastic force from Yang Zhen's body, and under this elastic force, Yang Zongjing's palm power was completely dissolved, as if it was hit on cotton, and there was no focus point.

"Unexpectedly, Yang Shao, this kid, has actually practiced the Imperial Power Technique." Yang Qianqiu looked at Yang Shao's gaze with a little more appreciation.

Imperial Power Jue, a yellow-level five-stage martial art, can defuse the opponent's attack to a certain extent. Refining to the fullest, you can also use your strength to fight, which is very good.

Although Yang Shao's imperial power technique has not yet been refined to the fullest, it is already quite difficult.

While Yang Qianqiu was relieved, changes had taken place on the test bench.

Yang Zhen relied on the Imperial Power Technique to partially dissolve Yang Zongjing's attack, on the one hand, he gave full play to his brute force advantage, and smashed his fist towards Yang Zongjing like an indiscriminate explosion.

The fist shadows are flying, and the speed of this Yang Sha's punch is only faster than Yang Hu. Yang Zongjing dodged left and right, and was forced to retreat step by step by the fierce Yang Shao.

Yang Zongjing snorted coldly, clenched his hands into fists, the red light flashed above his fist, and he was wrapped in a dazzling red light, and when his figure flew back, Yang Zongjing had already begun to wave the "Meteorite Fist" and began to fight back.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Zhen's fist and the Meteorite Fist collided continuously, red light splashed, and a circle of domineering energy fluctuations swung around the collision point, smoke and dust flew, and sand flew away.

Bang bang bang!

Every time he collided, Yang Zongjing had a feeling that Yang Shao's strength was actually more violent and domineering than ever. At first, Yang Zongjing could still fight with Yang Shao to be evenly matched, but the later he went, the more domineering Yang Shao's fists became. The shock made his fists tingle. I was almost unconscious.

Yang Zhen is indomitable, his punching speed is faster and faster, and his strength is fiercer and fiercer. Every time it bombarded, it was like a piece of hard rock smashed towards Yang Zongjing, and Yang Zongjing was gradually defeated.

"It's such a violent punch, it seems that every punch is accumulating power for the back punch......"

"This should be the Meteor Fist, only the Meteor Fist can be so violent and fast!"

"Tsk, Yang Zhen is only a six-fold martial artist, and Yang Zongjing, who is a seven-fold martial artist, can actually gain the upper hand...... If it was a martial artist sevenfold, then Yang Zongjing should have been defeated. ”

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Yang Shao's strong strength made the audience below stunned, and even Yang Qianqiu, who had some confidence in Yang Zongjing, frowned.

You must know that Yang Qianqiu has always valued Yang Zongjing very much, and the reason why Yang Qianqiu advanced the family competition to his seventieth birthday is to make his birthday more lively, and second, Yang Qianqiu also wants to show outsiders the demeanor of the younger generation of the Yang family, so as to show that he has a successor to the Yang family.

Moreover, Yang Qianqiu is convinced that his talented grandson Yang Zongjing will definitely be able to earn him enough face. He also firmly believed that Yang Zongjing would win the first place in the competition, so he was willing to take out the Yellow Rank Ninth Rank martial art "Fury Sword Technique" as the final reward!

Seeing that under Yang Shao's bombardment, Yang Zongjing gradually fell into disadvantage, and Yang Qianqiu was also a little worried.

On the test platform, Yang Zongjing was a little annoyed by Yang Shao's completely rogue attack method, he snorted coldly, there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, the red light around his body skyrocketed, and his spiritual power continued to converge towards the two fists wrapped in red light.

"Berserk tactics, so will I." A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Zongjing's mouth, and suddenly his two fists became several times larger. Each fist was a few points bigger than Yang Zhen's head.

The red light shines and the air explodes!

"Raging Star Fist!" Yang Zongjing's figure jumped up, and two enlarged fists burst out, smashing towards Yang Shao's fist from top to bottom.