At this time, Wang Ziqiao, still under the blessing of magic, saw the martial arts wind rushing towards him, his feet lightly stepped on the ground, and he rose into the air.

The elegance of the body has made Wu Bufeng unable to beat the horse, and Wu Bufeng wants to chase and kill Wang Ziqiao, which seems to be more than ascending to the sky.

The two were in pursuit, constantly flickering and moving.

The clock is ticking.

Wu Bufeng's speed is getting slower and slower, and he, who is already injured, can no longer withstand such consumption.

And Wang Ziqiao is still the same.

Snort!

Four sounds of breaking the air appeared.

The four princes suddenly appeared around Wu Bufeng, and pointed like swords, stabbing at four different directions of Wu Bufeng's body at the same time.

Wu Bufeng was no longer dodging, but took a sharp breath, the muscles of his whole body were instantly condensed together, and the whole person was like an iron pimple, his body shook, front and back, left and right, and instantly separated four afterimages, and bowed forward at the same time.

Tai Chi doppelganger!

The martial arts inherited by China for hundreds of years are definitely not weaker than the Japanese Shura body method.

At this moment, Wu Bufeng seemed to have turned into an eight-armed monster.

Bang Bang Bang!

Four colliding sounds appeared in the void.

Wang Ziqiao's figure returned to one place and fell into the corner, and Wu Bufeng's figure also joined together, panting, and the blood on his shoulders overflowed again.

Wang Ziqiao's sword still hurt his veins.

"Admit defeat, I don't want to see you die on stage!" Prince Qiao spat out a word, and at this time, the magic he blessed had also been consumed.

Wu Bufeng's face became more and more pale, and by now, he already knew that he could no longer defeat Wang Ziqiao, but he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, a grandmaster of the dignified generation, he couldn't beat a nineteen-year-old hairy boy, how would he see people in the future?

"Come on, if I lie down today, I will quit the martial arts from now on, and there will be no more Wu Bufeng!" Wu Bufeng took a deep breath, but closed his eyes slightly.

In his heart, he meditated on this Tai Chi key over and over again: nothing is still, nothing is still...... Pull the back and forth, and into the spine...... Walking like a cat, luck like a thread...... The whole body is intended to be spiritual, not in qi, in qi is stagnant, those who have qi are weak, those who have no qi are pure and strong, qi is like a wheel, and the waist is like an axle......

Spirit, spirit, everything is in spirit......

Wang Ziqiao found that the momentum of this martial arts was slowly retracting, and then retracted into his body, becoming calm and waveless, like a pool of clear water.

The wound on his shoulder was actually slowly closing, and there was no more blood flowing out.

It didn't look murderous, but Wang Ziqiao's heart was raised, because he couldn't find the flaws of Wu Bufeng, just like a stubborn stone.

Either way, melee combat is Prince Joe's weakness, and his strength is to attack from a distance.

But at this moment, he had to face this strong enemy.

"In that case, let the whole world see magic!"

Wang Ziqiao's expression was cold, his hands had been raised, his ten fingers fluctuated, and he spat out spells, and one by one flames flickered on his fingers, turning into a ball of fire.

I saw that he suddenly rose through the sky, reaching high into the air, and the ten magic balls in his hand all smashed towards Wu Bufeng.

At this time, Wu Bufeng had already opened his eyes.

Because Wang Ziqiao's style of play has completely exceeded the scope of martial arts.

How to parry the terrifying fireball?

But he still didn't admit defeat, calmed down his mood, and his body suddenly turned in place, faster and faster, until it reached the most point, and only a high-speed rotating afterimage remained, like a spinning top, with a strong wind around it, forming a layer of strong wind cover.

"Tai Chi Spinning Top?" Huo Zhendong, who was watching the battle in the car, looked extremely serious, and wanted to go out to remind Wang Ziqiao to be careful, but he held back.

The fireball smashed into the wind shield, but the wind shield was like a tumbler, almost touching the ground and spinning at high speed, bouncing the fireball out of the ground one after another, exploding around his body.

"Is this Tai Chi?" Wang Ziqiao no longer had the slightest contempt, and while falling, his ten fingers were still fluctuating, and the wind elements in the void quickly gathered, forming a series of wind blades, cutting towards the strong wind cover.

But at this time, the high-speed rotating Wubu wind, driving the strong wind cover, suddenly rose into the sky, like a tornado, as fast as lightning, and arrived in front of Wang Ziqiao in an instant.

Wang Ziqiao was frightened, hurriedly stretched out his hands, and followed by the release of all his spiritual power, forming a spiritual power barrier.

Boom!

The spiritual power barrier was directly shattered, and Wang Ziqiao's hands collided with Wu Bufeng's hands.

Strike......

Wang Ziqiao spat blood directly in the air, flew upside down, reached more than ten meters away, and fell under the stage.

However, the spiral wind incarnated by Wubu Feng still did not stop, and in the void, it drew a meteor-like arc and continued to smash towards Wang Ziqiao.

Prince Joe's eyes widened, his feet touched the ground, and his figure drifted up.

Rumble!

Wu Bufeng's feet were on the marble floor, the floor cracked, and his figure rushed towards Wang Ziqiao again.

The two pursued each other again over the entire square.

Sou!

Wang Ziqiao rose to the sky again, but his eyes looked at a plane tree dozens of meters away, the branches of this plane tree suddenly trembled, the branches and leaves shook off, and quickly walked towards Wang Ziqiao.

When Prince Joe catapulted again, his feet had already stepped on the plane leaves and turned into a huge kite.

The wind blew the leaves, and Wang Ziqiao's figure rose a little higher.

Wu Bufeng rushed to the sky to pursue, but he could not reach the height of Wang Ziqiao.

The eagle is supposed to be flying in the sky, but on the ground, it can't show its power.

The divine dragon should shuttle through the clouds and the sea in order to be more powerful.

Prince Joe looked down at the earth, his gaze becoming more tenacious.

Originally, he didn't want to reveal his true strength, but now he has been forced to show it.

In that case, then pout strongly and dodge the ones who are not really strong.

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The broad leaves are like blades, constantly flying out from the feet of Wang Ziqiao, encompassing the martial arts bag.

At this time, Wu Bufeng was actually at the end of his rope, and when he used the Taiji Gyro, which consumed Tai Chi strength, he was already fighting against the water, but he still couldn't make Wang Ziqiao lose his combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, Wang Ziqiao is becoming more and more courageous, and the more he fights, the more mysterious he becomes, like a bottomless pit, you don't know what other powerful moves he will have next.

Why did such a person almost lose under the eight-step cicada yesterday?

Suspended in the air, is this still the realm of a fourth-level grandmaster?

Wu Bufeng had no intention of fighting again, he looked up at the flying leaves rushing in his face, staring at Wang Ziqiao in the sky, he couldn't understand everything in front of him, he wanted to see clearly what kind of person Wang Ziqiao was before he died.