"Happy. Xiong Wuji's eyes gradually reddened, with a hint of madness, as if he couldn't feel the soreness in his body, just mechanically doing the action of closing his fists and punches, and closing his feet and kicks.

Nangong Fan also shouted, "Happy." ”

The action of punching is not slow at all, the body cultivator, I like such a fierce collision the most, in Nangong Fan's heart, this is much more refreshing than killing those few martial king spiritual cultivators in Panlong Mountain.

In Nangong Fan's body, with the fierce collision, the black dragon essence blood in the depths of his heart oozed wisps of pure black essence, if someone looked closely, they would find that a layer of white leather appeared in Nangong Fan's body, revealing a tough breath.

After the initial blood refining, the meager spiritual power in the body will be fed back to the body, and a layer of skin will be formed on the surface and inner layer of the body, which has excellent defense ability, and can also make the fists and feet smoother, and will not cause discomfort caused by the internal organs in the body due to unbearable discomfort caused by rapid punches and kicks.

Only a martial artist with a skin membrane can be regarded as truly stepping into the threshold of martial arts cultivation, and it can be called a real perpetual motion machine. Unless you lose all your strength, you can keep fighting with all your might.

The clothes on both of them were soaked with sweat, and after a quick punch, the two of them stood on both sides of the martial platform separately.

Xiong Wuji opened his mouth and laughed heartily, but the red pupils were more like the giant bear opened his bloody mouth, "Happy, I've never been so happy." Brother Black, I'm going to use my spiritual power. ”

Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated, but he was not afraid, "Come on, Brother Xiong." ”

Except for the slight use of spiritual power when the two just met, they have always had a physical confrontation without any bells and whistles.

The onlookers have called the two animals in their hearts.

"I recognize you as a little brother, but I have to win this fight. Otherwise, I'll have to eat the board when I go back. Xiong Wuji's reddened pupils surged with black light, and the demonic aura was even stronger.

This demonic aura Nangong Fan has felt on the Dark Tiger, but the Dark Tiger is like a stream, and the aura emitted by Xiong Wuji is more like a big river.

Demonic spirit!

Demon energy is already known for its destructive power, and at the beginning, demon power was much stronger than spiritual power. Compared with the human race and the demon race, the human race is more like a mage who has a force in the late stage, and only by virtue of the spirituality that is better than the demon race, and even the understanding, can the first comprehension law be a long time with the demon race of the same level.

But the demon race also has a smart race, and the understanding is no worse than the human race, and the demon race also has a natural stunt, which is generally called talent.

Talent can perfectly exert the application of the law when it has not comprehended the law.

How can a group that can dominate the continent in ancient times get along well?

After countless years of changes, the human race also contains a thin demon bloodline, such as the end of the dynasty claimed to have the Honghu bloodline, Qingluan City is extraordinary, Nangong Fan suspects that their clan has the authentic Qingluan bloodline in their body.

The human race is a race that is good at development, which opens up the cultivation of bloodlines, and activates the thin bloodlines in the body to the extreme.

It is said that in the later stage, it can fight hand-to-hand with monsters without falling behind.

No wonder Xiong Wuji is not like physical cultivation, but it is better than physical cultivation.

With the Upper Realm Sect as his backer, he chose the bloodline cultivation that was the most painful, but the easiest to develop in a short period of time, and the easiest to get lost.

The cultivation of the bloodline, the instinct of the demon is at work, if you don't restrain yourself, it is easy to think of yourself as a real demon beast, this is a difficult road.

The Terrans once walked this slightly dark path, but they went astray, causing great disasters.

When it comes to the cultivation of bloodlines, we have to say that the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate that relies on oneself to accommodate thousands of bloodlines to create a new bloodline is the ancestor of this way, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate has created a legend that is not weaker than the true dragon bloodline.

Nangong Fan's eyes became solemn, and Xiong Wuji, who was in full combat power, was undoubtedly with the demon beast, giving him a great sense of oppression.

He saw that Xiong Wuji's already strong body had expanded a little more than a few points, and his arms as thick as a bowl were wrapped a few times, and the whole person had turned into a strange giant bear with no long hair.

The thick arm went straight towards Nangong Fan, and the black mist with the thickness of a finger was wrapped around the arm, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and an unpleasant smell also rushed to the nose.

Nangong Fan couldn't help frowning, what kind of strange thing is the bloodline in Xiong Wuji's body?

If the palm that was just slapped smashed like a mountain peak, the arm that came at this time was a whole mountain range, with a fierce momentum, and smashed towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with a brown glow, and the sound of the earth's leylines vibrating slightly sounded in his ears, the pressure brought to him by Xiong Wuji also made him unreservedly full of combat power, and the seeds of the law beat wildly in the sea of knowledge, and his whole body walked with the vibration of the earth's leylines, like a part of the earth.

In a moment, Nangong Fan conceded this violent blow and dodged the giant fist that came with the change of moves.

"Brother Black, where did you go just now? Why is it like a loach, slippery. Xiong Wuji's voice buzzed on the martial platform, his blood-red pupils were full of demonic and wild, his body was huge, but it did not look bulky, on the contrary, his speed was extremely fast, and he followed closely behind Nangong Fan, who was flickering wildly between the martial platforms.

Nangong Fan flickered to the corner of Wutai, and the brown pupils in his eyes became deep, "This is the moment." ”

Strange power rippled from him, affecting the stability of the space around him.

"Ten times the gravity!"

The law was released with all his might, and Xiong Wuji's heavy arm was no longer sensitive, and it drooped slightly.

Nangong Fan, who had been prepared, stepped on his arm with one foot, and kicked Xiong Wuji's thick shoulder in Xiong Wuji's slightly stunned.

"Bang. ”

Kicking on the steel plate is nothing more than that.

Xiong Wuji's blood-colored pupils almost completely turned black, and in an instant, he adapted to gravity, waving his other heavy arm and smashing towards Nangong Fan in front of him.

The sonic boom was even more harsh, and even under such gravity, Xiong Wuji's full force could almost reach the speed of sound.

Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated, and it was not surprising that the body of the demon beast was already extremely adaptable, but he also let go of gravity!

The gravitational field vanished in an instant.

Xiong Wuji felt as if he had swung his full strength on the cotton, and he couldn't help but stumble.

Nangong Fan had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, if this was a life-and-death battle between the two, or if this was in the middle of Wutai, he would not be so easy, but there are rules for martial arts competitions, as long as Xiong Wuji is defeated from Wutai, he will win!

The legs were like scissors to hold Xiong Wuji's thick neck, and with the skin membrane, he could exert force in all corners of his body, and a skillful force came out from between his legs.

Xiong Wuji only felt a gentle force acting on his body, coupled with the strange changes in gravity, the whole person couldn't help but fall off the martial platform in the flying under this force.

Countless people were full of confusion, how could Xiong Wuji, who was so powerful, suddenly defeated?

"Qingjia Chamber of Commerce, Kurosawa Katsu, Kurosawa will take a quarter of an hour off to meet the challenges of others. The referee announced loudly, and the sound echoed in the school field, causing a commotion!

The dark horse ascended the throne and envied the eyeballs.

Xiong Wuji rolled around twice on the ground, his body retracted to its original state, and he easily turned over and stood under the martial platform.

Xiong Wuji did not look discouraged, he gave Nangong Fan a thumbs up, and then scratched his head honestly, although the gravity has changed, but with his current knowledge, he can't tell that this is the effect of the law, he only thinks that Nangong Fan's spiritual power or cultivation exercises are also a little weird, obviously he doesn't understand how he lost in a daze.

But Xiong Wuji is not a person who can't afford to lose, not a person with a strong personality, no one will choose to walk on this path firmly under the condition of knowing that there are so many sequelae of bloodline cultivation, he sits cross-legged under the martial platform freely, he has lost the qualification to challenge Nangong Fan, but he still has great confidence in fighting back a martial platform, so as not to embarrass the sect too much.

It's just that the reckless manly battle between the two of them before made the two of them a little weak, but the spiritual power is basically not consumed, and it is not as great as the consumption in the eyes of onlookers, and the two of them can be resurrected with full blood after only a short rest.

Xiong Wuji closed his knees cross-legged, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes, if anyone looked down on the black brothers on the stage at this time, it was estimated that he would suffer a big loss.

He firmly believes that he can beat his little brother, and no one off the court can knock him out.

This is a practitioner's recognition of himself.

Xiong Wuji was also resting on his knees, thinking about where the sudden deepening of gravity came from? I am also thinking about how to deal with this situation next time.

When encountering setbacks, the weak have always looked for reasons to exonerate themselves, while the strong have always looked for ways to overcome difficulties and no longer stumble in the same place.

Ao Bing, who was not far from the audience, showed his eyes and smiled at Jin Tai'an beside him, "This guy is also here, I don't know what means I have done to yin Xiong Wuji's idiot, this is a ready-made soft persimmon, it seems that I am going to make a name for myself." ”

When Ao Bing showed his absolute dominance over the people of the Six Cities, his extinguished ambition gradually rekindled.

If he wins the top ten, his fame will resound all over the world, and as for the first, he is just thinking about it. The ancestor activated the bloodline in his body, and he was no longer the same as before, but he was useless except for his life experience.

He also wants to become famous, and he also wants the Shushan Sword Sect that he entered by virtue of his relationship to truly recognize him as the head of the family.

At that time, as the Ao family of Longcheng, and even the lord of Longcheng City, and the head of the Shushan Sword Sect, he can be said to have reached the pinnacle of his life in an instant, and he can basically be called the uncrowned king of the rivers and lakes, and he is on an equal footing with the end of the Seal at a certain level.

It's no wonder that he thinks far away.

Who is his ancestor? A wurm who has lived for an unknown number of years.

The dragon is already arrogant and domineering, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the son of the dragon when he activates the bloodline.

Ao Bing was eager to try, but Nangong Fan sat cross-legged on the third martial platform with a peaceful smile on his face, the spiritual power in his body was agitated, and he had been fighting with people for many days, and the precipitation of strength was about to bring about quantitative changes. This is the most comfortable feeling for a cultivator.

Perhaps it was Nangong Fan's victory that touched the heartstrings of others.

One after another, some people challenged the people of the six cities, but they were all crushed out, and even if only three or two martial kings came on the field, they only supported for a moment, and then vomited blood and flew out from the martial platform.

And more people gathered under the No. 3 martial platform, and their eyes were all on Nangong Fan, who was calmly meditating, and there were obviously countless people who thought the same way as Ao Bing.

A quarter of an hour, in the blink of an eye.