Lin Zhigao also stood up, his eyes close to the big screen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info never expected that Song Yangping would actually use a prefecture-level trick at the beginning!

"Song Yangping's palm technique is very amazing, according to the calculation of the instruments on the scene, his palm speed has approached the limit of the human body, and the danger has reached the level of a martial artist in the Yanyang Realm, this move 'Ghost King Splash Fan' is worthy of the ground-level forbidden move in the thirteen styles of the Moon Palm......"

The narrator at the scene spoke very quickly.

Zhou Ning restrained all kinds of distracting thoughts, unfolded his spiritual sense, and caught the opponent's invincessible fierce attack, and his heart sank, and he immediately took a step towards the left general.

Song Yangping's body was like electricity, and the lightning and flint were already close, and the palm shadow in the sky was like a storm and rain towards Zhou Ning's whole body, and the wind suddenly rose, and the fine sand around him blew up to the amazing palm power, and it was all over the sky.

In the face of such a blow, it was too late for Zhou Ning to dodge, and by absorbing the strength of the opponent's two palms, Cangzhu Jin, slightly sank his waist and stretched out his hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

Song Yangping's palms turned from movement to stillness, like a round of painting fans, quietly opened, and the five fingers of his right hand played or swept in an incomparably mysterious way, playing in Zhou Ning's palm.

This is the ghost king splashing fan?

With a series of muffled sounds, Zhou Ning felt a tingling pain in his right hand, and suddenly retracted his hand, only to see that his entire right arm was trembling slightly, and he was completely unable to move for a while.

The opponent's palm wind did not stop, and the left palm slapped quietly like an appendage.

Zhou Ning's heart froze, and he only felt a strong palm wind blowing towards his face, as if he was in a violent storm, unable to breathe smoothly, and couldn't help but stare in his eyes, knowing that the opponent was really very powerful.

Taking a sharp breath, Zhou Ning's right foot was slightly horizontal, twisting to the ground, taking advantage of the momentum of the rebound, commanding the "will" with the "heart", guiding the hand with the intention, a scorching immortal essence true qi followed the heart, and naturally flowed to the right arm, and the soreness of the right arm suddenly disappeared invisibly.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the sleeve of Zhou Ning's robe on his right arm suddenly bulged, clenched his fist, and sent out an extremely short jab.

The jab is short and strong, and it makes a slight contact with his opponent's palm moves.

"Smack"! Gang Qi overflowed, Zhou Ning only felt a sore numbness in his right hand, and at the same time, the true qi absorbed by Cang Zhujin had also reached the limit, his face remained unchanged, and he quickly pulled his right arm back. I saw that the opponent's left palm also quickly retracted, and added to the palm power of the right palm, and the palm wind whistled.

Zhou Ning saw that he was attacking, and after a round of fighting, until this time, with his spiritual sense, he could finally see the change in this move.

Weaknesses are in ...... Over here!

With the spiritual sense of longevity, Zhou Ning's waist and back twisted, and with the help of the power of his right foot, his body was like an arrow, straight into the overwhelming palm shadow.

The martial arts uniforms of the two were black and white, intertwined and swam together in an instant, like two yin and yang fish, swimming happily.

Lin Zhigao opened his mouth in some surprise, and muttered: "I don't understand this way of dealing with it, if I were to do it, I would try to dodge first, if I am reasonable, how can I fight hard with the ground-level tricks......"

I saw Zhou Ning's figure as if he was drunk, staggering in the palm shadow, and his fists blasted out more than ten punches in an instant. Every punch unexpectedly hit the weakest point of the 'Ghost King Splash Fan'.

The palm shadows in the sky suddenly disappeared into invisibility.

The ground-level peerless ghost king splashed fan has been broken!

In front of the big screen, all the professional players who watched this game immediately changed their looks. With their eyes, they can naturally clearly see that Zhou Ning is relying on the ghostly and unpredictable body style, walking through the palm shadow, and using extremely accurate gaze, he has insight into the flaws of the 'Ghost King Splashing Fan', and broke it in one fell swoop, and couldn't help blurting out in unison.

"Wow!!!"

At this time, the audience in the stands also saw Zhou Ning's movements clearly through the slow-motion decomposition on the big screen, and began to shout and cheer frantically, and the enthusiasm set off seemed to open the entire Gaomin Temple.

A trace of uncertainty flashed in Song Yangping's eyes, he took a step back, stepped heavily on the sand with his right foot, leaving a dent, and then rushed forward, opened the shelf, and his palm once again conjured up a kaleidoscopic palm shadow.

From a distance, it was like a person with countless arms, launching an incomparably powerful attack on Zhou Ning like mercury.

Zhou Ning was about half a zhang away from Song Yangping at this moment, and suddenly rushed up to meet Song Yangping.

Suddenly, suddenly, the two collided together, Zhou Ning sank his shoulders, stretched his arms apart, and launched a series of onslaughts.

"Bang bang bang!"

Song Yangping launched a confrontation with Zhou Ning with a set of moon-hugging palms, followed by a series of intersecting fists and kicks, which could be compared to the sharpness and speed of the shower hitting the banana leaves.

A trace of wavering began to flash in Song Yangping's eyes, and the opponent seemed to be completely unaware of tiredness, so suppressed that he gradually felt breathless.

The most terrifying thing is that no matter how his moves change, the opponent will change his moves as if he can see the opportunity, and wait for himself to be sent to him to be beaten.

The two collided for the third time, and the dull sound echoed around, Zhou Ning absorbed Song Yangping's two palms, recovered his fists, and used his strength to attack.

A row of fine footprints appears on the sand.

Song Yangping adjusted the center of gravity of his body, changed the center of gravity from his left foot to his right foot, and was about to unfold his palm, but the opponent's fist had already hit his eyes, and he suddenly panicked in his heart, so he had to turn sideways, and with the power of turning, he tensed his thighs and kicked out.

"The dragon is soaring."

This inverted kick is very sudden, like a tiger pounced, even if there is a plate of bluestone in front of it, it will be torn!

Bang bang,

This dragon and tiger slammed into Zhou Ning's fist, and suddenly a majestic force passed over.

Now is the time!

Zhou Ning's eyes were sharp, and he didn't close his fist, but like striking iron, he threw one punch, two punches, and three punches again.

Three concise and crisp jabs slammed into Song Yangping's feet one after another. The intention has been revealed, let's see who broke whose leg.

"You dare?" Song Yangping roared angrily, instinctively resisting with all his might, but there was already a stinging pain on the instep that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Why don't you dare?"

Zhou Ning sat on the horse with a heavy waist, used all his strength, and threw out the fourth punch.

The trousers of Song Yangping's martial arts uniform cracked in response, and at the same time, his body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was blasted straight out of the ring.

Isn't that too much? The referee hesitated for a moment, but raised his hand and announced the result.

"In the second round of the game, No. 537 Zhou Ning, win!"

That invincible Song Yangping actually lost like this? And also a leg was discounted?

Lin Zhigao couldn't suppress the fighting spirit in his heart, got up suddenly, and walked to the ring area, such a good opponent, I want to fight!

Zhou Ning ignored his meaning, calmly walked out of the ring, and walked to the service area, at this time Zhou Xiaopang had already finished fighting, with an excited expression, chattering about the battle of Fang Cai, his opponent was a realm higher than him, he was a martial artist in the late stage of condensation, Zhou Xiaopang was stunned to win the game by virtue of the fight.

Twittering, the two of them said as they walked out of Gaomin Temple.

"Let's go......" Lin Zhigao stayed halfway.

Just gone?

Just now, he shouted Zhou Ning a few times, but he didn't get a response, these days, is it easy to pick a fight?