Many people are talking about it, and they are not optimistic about Zhang Xing, of course, there are loyal fans.

"Song Yuanlang broke out, do you think Brother Xing can't break out?" This is Wang Xiaoer.

"Song Yuanlang's performance was also first-class before, but I didn't expect it to be top-notch, Zhang Xing is not."

On the field, the two stood opposite each other.

"Brother Zhang."

"Brother Song."

After smiling, looking at Zhang Xing, Song Yuanlang also had complications, and sighed in his heart.

I remember that when I first met him, it was last year, when he was first-class, and Zhang Xing was only a second stage, not to mention anything else, only martial arts, this kind of situation really didn't enter his eyes, and it was just the last stream.

It's only been a long time since I was able to compete with him on the school field.

This rate of progress, is it still human? Even if the knowledge is better than him, the martial arts are the same.

Song Yuanlang smiled, abandoning distractions, he has never liked to care about these people, and constantly surpassing himself is, not to mention that this is still his friend.

"Brother Zhang, come on, go all out, I'll be the same, let's compare." On the battlefield, all-out shooting is the greatest respect for the opponent.

Song Yuanlang was full of fighting spirit.

"Be careful." Zhang Xing smiled, feeling the strong battle intent on the other side, which was completely different from watching it below before.

His fighting spirit was also aroused, and his blood was boiling.

War!

Song Yuanlang still stood still, and Zhang Xing attacked.

I watched Song Yuanlang's martial arts before, and he was good at defeating his opponents in a dignified manner.

Yan Fei Huang is crazy, but he is also domineering and wants to crush and destroy it head-on, and his skill is comparable to Song Yuanlang, and his body strength is slightly inferior, so he has to fight hard and naturally lose.

The halberd was tough against the iron rod, and the advantage was also reduced and crushed.

But this is also Yan Feihuang's fighting method, the Yan family is like this, it may be fierce enough to deal with the weak, once it is defeated, it seems that there is no good means, only to go crazy.

Zhang Xing is different from Yan Feihuang, he will have a lot, some are domineering, some are elegant, some are changeable, some are fast, and some are dexterous.

Usually he despises brainless brute force flow, and likes speed and dexterity very much, which is his gun position at this time.

If you crush it head-on, your skills are still stronger than mine, so I won't give you the front.

At one stagger, Zhang Xing had already fired several shots, and Song Yuanlang's armor was pierced with cracks.

"Again." Song Yuanlang laughed, his fighting spirit was higher, and he took the initiative to attack this time.

Song Yuanlang is a fierce general on the battlefield, and the impact has an invincible momentum, as if it is unshakable.

In the face of pressure, Zhang Xing's blood surged, and his whole body was full of strength in any part of his limbs, only to feel that he had inexhaustible strength, and his fighting spirit was boiling, he liked this feeling, and was used to this feeling.

His fighting spirit is indomitable, indestructible, and even sharper in his domineering.

The two are staggered, the sticks are handed over, the sticks are thick and powerful, sweeping thousands of armies, the gunners are flexible and changeable, and the cold is a little bit...... For a while, the figure moved, the guns and sticks were whistling, the momentum was vertical and horizontal, and the sand and stones were chaotic, which was dazzling.

There was an uproar around, and everyone was staring wide-eyed, shocked, excited, and even more serious, this was a good learning opportunity.

I thought it was the pinnacle battle before, but I didn't expect it to be more exciting.

Yan Feihuang is crazy enough, and when he goes crazy, he feels frightened below, but if he sees too much, he only takes a few steps, but it is fierce and fierce enough.

And at this moment, the weapons on the field collided, and the faint tiger roared and the dragon groaned, which was the air hissing sound that broke out under the extreme speed or incomparable strength of the two of them, and of course, it was also the essence of the two of them.

"Haha, come again." Zhang Xing laughed, his momentum was flying, enjoyable and refreshing, and he was a man.

Song Yuanlang was also laughing, and the two collided again, each showing their own means.

The people below are watching the blood boiling, this is the pinnacle battle.

Song Yuanlang is low-key enough, Zhang Xing used to be more suspicious, and countless people didn't expect it.

"Haha, who said that Brother Xing can't do it, stand up, the one who said to eat weapons just now." Wang Xiaoer and some other fans were very excited.

Zhang Xing has cultivated a lot of peerless studies, has seen countless excellent kung fu, has a good sparring partner comparable to the super-first-class, and is in a strange state of progress every day, his limbs are full of strength, his blood is vigorous, and he has just made a breakthrough before the martial arts competition in front of the palace, and he himself doesn't know where it has been.

He was at the peak of the fourth stage early, and he was still improving every day, and he was improving fast, he was not first-class, and he couldn't get in.

However, his foundation is very solid, and his bloodline strength is stable, and he attributes it to the fact that his predecessor was already in good health, and he has rebuilt it and polished the foundation twice.

Today's verification shows that Song Yuen Long is a very good opponent.

The impact on the field, the fierce confrontation, that momentum made many people ashamed.

Countless people sighed that when they got to know Zhang Xing, a young general, again, they felt like they were messing around before, and the people who supported him would occasionally mumble in their hearts, but now no one questions it anymore.

That sharp fighting spirit is breathtaking.

Zhang Wei also shouted loudly below, Xiaoxing has come to this point, he was very worried before, but now it seems that Yan Feihuang didn't touch it, he is lucky. He is also enthusiastic and full of energy, and he will definitely exercise hard when he goes back and break into the first-class as soon as possible.

Emperor Zhou looked at it with great relief, he was in a good mood, and the people above were all smiling, and several generals looked at Zhang Xing even hotter.

Song Yuanlang has been following the King of Jin, they are not good at digging the foot of the wall, this may not be necessary, it does not have to go to the Zhenbei Army, there is nothing to do there for the time being.

Countless cheers, while the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway.

The few people on the field slowly changed color, staring at Zhang Xing's figure, becoming more and more shocked.

They can all see that in general, Zhang Xing's skills are not enough, but he has a slight upper hand, unlike Yan Feihuang's initial outburst that has a short-term upper hand, Zhang Xing has always had the upper hand.

Zhang Xing's reaction to the battle never deviated in the slightest step, it was perfect, what kind of consciousness is this? How much experience has made it.

On the other hand, Song Yuanlang has a lot of rough places, which is inevitable for martial artists, there is no best, only better.

No matter how good the martial arts are, it also depends on whether you can use actual combat and react to the battle, before you were a little too nervous and played too poorly, but Zhang Xing played to the fullest.

There is only one first-class who can faintly see this, two young fourth-dan, and a few generals such as Li Jin on the stage, whose eyes are getting hotter and hotter.

Zhang Xing's heart was surging and he fought wantonly.

The two are constantly staggered, if Song Yuanlang is an infantry tank, very brave, Zhang Xing is a flexible helicopter, who is more powerful, only to know.

Under normal circumstances, the infantry battle will be much more passive.

Sure enough, after the fierce and swift confrontation, Song Yuanlang withdrew from the flying sand and stones, his face changed, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and there were many traces of his clothes and armor, which was quite embarrassing.

And Zhang Xing stood with a gun, his hair was flying, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he was cold and handsome.

"Brother Zhang, admire." Song Yuanlang smiled, "After a while, I may not be your opponent, but now I ......."

Song Yuanlang shook his head, "This battle is very happy, I didn't want the realm to suppress you, but as a result, I was directly forced out of your fifth-stage strength, and now I have to use all my strength." ”

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