Chapter 357: In vain
Hong Jinbao sneered: "The eagle flying in the sky is flexible enough, right?" I can shoot it down too. ”
Murong Pei's face sank, and he said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's take it." ”
Hong Jinbao hugged his fists and said: "In this case, please forgive Hong for being polite." As soon as the words fell, with a "swish", a fierce straight fist was quickly swung out, and it was already in front of Murong Pei's eyes in an instant.
Murong Pei was secretly surprised, this guy was not only domineering, but also the speed of his punches did not fall behind at all. He knew the power of the jab, and he didn't dare to fight with it, so he immediately cheered up the spirit, wiped the soles of his feet, and unfolded the "without a trace" footwork, and the whole person flew out upside down like a gust of wind.
Hong Jinbao missed the punch, and he was not surprised, it was just his tentative attack. I saw him smile and lift his breath suddenly, and his huge body followed him like a shadow, clinging to Murong Pei, and it was a fierce blow.
Before Murong Pei could take a breath, a huge fist with a sharp sound of breaking the air quickly appeared in front of him. His face changed suddenly, and he had reached a point where he could not avoid it, so he gritted his teeth, poured his strength into his fist, and shot out at the other party's face with a hint of a smile.
When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!
Hong Jinbao chuckled lightly and said, "That's right, how can a man always be a turtle with a shrunken head?" ”
Wen Jun in the audience couldn't help but shake his head and let out a sigh. In the end, the strategy must be reflected by strength, and in the face of a strong opponent, no matter how good the plan is, it will seem pale and futile.
Swish! The bodies of the two staggered, and Murong Pei punched Hong Jinbao in the shoulder, and his chest also suffered Hong Jinbao's punch.
Both of them hit each other with a punch. But this punch is not the other punch, the part and force of Hong Jinbao's punch against Murong Pei, how can it be compared to Murong Pei's punch?
Murong Pei felt a surge of qi and blood in his chest, and a heart-rending pain quickly spread throughout his body. He inhaled sharply and forced the discomfort down.
Hong Jinbao shrugged his shoulders, his face was relaxed, and he smiled lightly: "How is it, my kung fu in shooting eagles is not bad, right?" ”
Murong Pei's face was gloomy with anger, and he didn't answer, and once again performed the "without a trace" footwork, and quickly disappeared in front of Hong Jinbao's eyes. Hong Jinbao is known as the "smiling tiger", how can he be deceived?
As the saying goes, one step is restricted, and every step is restricted.
In another boxing ring, Qin He said humbly and reasonably: "Brother Ai, please first." ”
Qin He was the third place in the last martial arts competition, how could Ai Universe not know? sighed secretly in his heart, and when he met him, he could only say that he was unlucky. He gritted his teeth and said secretly, "Fight!" The long sword in his hand slashed directly at Qin He's neck.
Qin He was not in a hurry, the "without a trace" footwork was unfolded, and the whole person disappeared from the other party's sight.
Such an opponent is not worthy of his kick!
Ai Universe's long sword suddenly lost its purpose, and when he saw Qin He again, his chest ached violently, and the stiff fist knocked him off the ground and flew out of the boxing ring upside down.
Falling heavily on the ground, Ai Universe's face was full of disbelief, how could it be possible, he would defeat me with one move, how strong was he?
"Brother Qin, congratulations, Ling Lang's kung fu has improved rapidly in the past two years! This time the championship has to be contested. Yue Bu on the referee's bench glanced at Qin He and said lightly to Qin Haoran.
Qin Haoran smiled and said modestly: "Compared to Ai Universe, the strength of the dog is indeed a lot higher, but when it comes to competing for the championship, I am afraid he does not have that strength." ”
Call! Yang Jianming left several afterimages behind him, and when he looked at it again, he had already arrived on the stage.
"What a quick body, when did he get on stage."
"It is worthy of being a 'sword in the wind', and his body is almost the same as the wind, without a shadow and invisible."
The disciples of the other sects in the vicinity looked at each other.
Wen Jun frowned slightly, although Yang Jianming's speed was incredibly fast, but what was really terrifying was the artistic conception that blended into the wind, and when the two were combined, the light skills would be qualitatively improved, making people have an incomprehensible illusion, of course, excluding him.
"Head Yang Shao, I am Liu Yufeng of the Huashan faction, please advise." The square-faced young man knew how big the difference in strength between the two sides was, and said in a respectful tone.
Yang Jianming Yushu was in the wind, and said politely: "Brother Liu, please." ”
Hearing this, the square-faced young man looked solemn, pulled out the sword from the scabbard, slashed in the air, and stabbed Yang Jianming fiercely.
Snort!
The sword trembled slightly, and four sword shadows appeared, each of which was extremely sharp, cutting the air to pieces, and the air flow was wildly rolled.
Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab Yang Jianming, Liu Yufeng's face flashed with joy, thinking that this guy was not as god as the legend.
At this time, Yang Jianming moved, leaned back, kept the same distance from the tip of the sword, and floated backwards.
"How is that possible? My stabbing speed can't match his. After chasing for more than ten steps, Liu Yufeng never stabbed the other party, and his complexion changed greatly.
Not interested in playing with the other party, Yang Jianming bent his fingers and flicked on the blade.
Boom!
With a flick, Liu Yufeng could barely hold the sword in his hand, and the sword light that had just been condensed shattered instantly, and the plan to hurt people in the air failed.
Immediately after, he was hit in the chest, and blood flew out of the corner of his mouth.
"Yang Shao's swordsmanship is too powerful, and Senior Brother Liu's swordsmanship is also outstanding, and they were all easily defeated, it's really terrifying."
"Yang Jiajiang" The others said disdainfully: "This is terrible? My brother didn't really do it at all! ”
The people of the other factions couldn't help but gasp, smacked their tongues secretly, and said, "In this way, I'm afraid that this championship will ......."
Abbot Shanqing praised: "Brother Zhuge , the champion of this martial arts competition is none other than Ling's son-in-law!" ”
Zhuge Feiyang shook his head and smiled: "Master praise, it's too early to say this." ”
Although he said modestly, looking at his expression, I am afraid that he has already counted the championship on his son-in-law.
Yue Buxi chuckled on the side: "Whether Yang Shao can win the championship or not, I'm afraid I won't know until tomorrow, but there is still hope for entering the top three." ”
Zhuge Feiyang glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said in his heart that Ming'er was the runner-up in the last martial arts competition, do you say this, do you praise him, or mock him?
At this moment, the game between Murong Pei and Hong Jinbao has reached the time when the winner is about to be decided.
The two were entangled together, Hong Jinbao opened and closed widely, making ruthless and direct moves, while Murong Pei was agile and flexible. Under the disadvantage, he didn't dare to go head-to-head with Hong Jinbao, so he could only blindly dodge.
After more than a dozen rounds of competition, Murong Pei was always beaten passively, but he couldn't find a chance for a Jedi to fight back.
Hong Jinbao became more and more courageous the more he fought, and when he saw a flaw in Murong Pei, he punched him violently and hit him in the jaw. I only heard the sound of the fist wind, and he used eighty percent of his strength in this punch!
Suddenly, Murong Pei flew out directly upside down like a fallen leaf, falling in the direction where Wen Jun was.