"Whirring ......"

Zhang Ye gasped.

Sweating like rain, my whole body was hot and dry, and my whole body felt like I was immersed in a pool of hot water with more than 60 degrees.

He could clearly feel his body trembling slightly, a precursor to the imminent collapse of his physical strength at the limit.

At this point, he had already fought with Murong Longcheng for fifty-three moves.

Such a lasting combat power has already made countless students watching around speechless in surprise.

Even the students at NTU who knew about Zhang Ye's enduring combat power were a little frightened.

This is a showdown with Murong Dragon City.

With Murong Longcheng in full firepower, Zhang Ye actually supported more than fifty moves and his body did not collapse, which was really too strong.

Murong Longcheng's face flushed, and sweat had already begun to break out on his forehead.

The shock in his heart was much greater than that of anyone else.

Originally, he thought that after he was full of firepower, Zhang Ye would be shocked and injured by himself if he could support a dozen moves at most, and at the worst, he would be crushed by his violent combat power, and finally his physical strength would be exhausted, and he would admit defeat and surrender.

But Zhang Ye's support tricks exceeded his imagination.

This guy's staying power is amazing.

Fortunately, this guy has reached the limit now.

Murong Longcheng took a deep breath, and his mood was slightly lighter.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

After several collisions, Zhang Ye was still invincible, and each time he was shocked out by the violent power of Murong Dragon City.

At this time, Zhang Ye had already supported fifty-six moves, and in his body, it seemed that from the depths of his blood and muscles, a steady stream of power began to gush out.

In an instant, his state was back to its peak.

The second sustained combat power is officially opened.

In other words, he could at least resist Murong Longcheng for fifty-six moves.

However, if he can resist for so long, can Murong Longcheng still be able to output so many moves with all his might?

The corners of Zhang Ye's mouth outlined a cruel smile.

If Murong Longcheng's strength had reached its limit, then his chances of winning would be much greater.

Another opponent who is fiercer than him will be consumed by him.

Moreover, Zhang Ye still has the biggest killer weapon that has not been used.

That's his legs.

Before fighting Chen Bing and Huo Donglai, Zhang Ye used his feet to solve it, but against Murong Longcheng, he didn't.

He was guarding against Murong Dragon City.

Even though he felt all over his body now, especially the muscles in his two fists and arms, as if they were about to be shattered by Murong Longcheng, he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Sipin's physical strength is terrifying.

"Bang!"

After another touch, Murong Longcheng's breathing became noticeably heavier.

He took a sharp breath, two decisive colors burst out of his eyes, and he stared at Zhang Ye and said: "You can resist so many moves, I have to say, you are the most tenacious and difficult opponent I have ever seen." ”

Although Zhang Ye is in good condition now, he is still sweating like rain and panting loudly.

After his second sustained combat strength appeared, although his physical strength returned to its peak, it was impossible for the physical injuries and fatigue, as well as mental fatigue, to disappear.

Of course, he is also a little pretending, in fact, he doesn't look so tired, but he can't pretend that he can't do it, he can't suddenly return to his peak in a state of exhaustion, like a nobody, this can't scare people to death.

"At the beginning, Hong ...... Hong Dongcheng was consumed to death by Lao Tzu and Beitang Wu. Today, Lao Tzu will also consume you to death. Zhang Ye pretended to be a rare kick, and said loudly.

"With the staying power shown by this guy, in the same grade, there are really few people who can defeat him."

"Don't be kidding, if it weren't for the high-grade threshold from the lower third grade to the middle third grade, even if he was the second grade, Murong Longcheng was the third grade, and now Murong Longcheng has been dragged down."

"Yes, the overall strength of the fourth-grade Murong Longcheng has surpassed the third-grade by a lot, and the endurance and physical strength have improved a lot, under such circumstances, it is really amazing that this kid Zhang Ye can delay with him for such a long time. He said before that he was invincible in the same realm, but he was really not bragging. ”

There was already talk in the crowd.

The leaders of the schools who rushed to the scene were also shocked.

As soon as they arrived, they saw Zhang Ye being pressed and beaten by Murong Longcheng, and they thought that the disparity in strength would be huge and the battle would end soon, but they didn't expect Zhang Ye to support more than thirty moves.

Later, listening to the discussion of the people around them, their faces changed greatly.

Because before they came, Zhang Ye had already resisted Murong Longcheng for more than 20 moves.

A third-grade has resisted more than 50 moves from the fourth-grade attack with full firepower, what kind of physique is this?

When did the Extreme Saturation Physique still have this special ability to resist and endure?

"Glory even though defeated!" This word suddenly popped up in Zhou Mu's mind.

To be able to fight with Murong Longcheng to this extent, even if Zhang Ye loses in the end, there is no shame.

Even NTU has a feeling of breathing.

Don't they all look down on NTU?

Now, we can fight like this with your four products with one third grade, what else do you have to be proud of in the imperial capital?

While being proud in his heart, Zhou Mu hesitated.

He wanted to call a halt to the fight.

Zhang Ye's performance was too much beyond his expectations, and such combat effectiveness, if it was placed in the resource competition, would definitely be able to strive for greater benefits for NTU.

Moreover, to this extent, whether it is Zhang Ye or the NTU, they all have face.

"Do you want to kill me, too?"

Murong Longcheng smiled, and his smile was very cruel: "Don't forget, Hong Dongcheng was consumed to death by you and Beitang Wu, today you are the only one, and you want to consume me Murong Longcheng?" Dream on. Moreover, my Murong Longcheng is not comparable to Hong Dongcheng. ”

"Are you trying to stall and regain your fitness?" Zhang Ye gasped and said.

The onlookers were speechless.

You can still have a face.

Obviously, you can't stop breathing, although Murong Longcheng is also a little tired, but the state is much better than you. Even if you want to delay the time to recover your physical strength, you Zhang Ye will take advantage of it.

Murong Longcheng was also laughed angrily at Zhang Ye's words: "What a sharp mouth, boy, next, I will let you understand why I, Murong Longcheng, am the rookie king of the imperial capital." ”

With that, around Murong Longcheng, a violent aura rose into the sky.

"He's serious."

"It's been serious for a long time, but now, it's been forced to make a trick."

Zhang Zhi's heart sank slightly.

He stimulated Murong Longcheng because he was afraid that Murong Longcheng would not go all out to attack him.

Because once Murong Longcheng retains his strength to fight with him, with the strength of Murong Longcheng's four-rank body, even if Zhang Ye's full-state combat power lasts twice, he may not be able to consume Murong Longcheng.

However, if Murong Longcheng was at full strength, the loss of strength would increase, and in this way, Zhang Ye would have a chance to kill him.

However, now, when Murong Longcheng suddenly erupted with a fierce aura in this rage, Zhang Ye felt unprecedented pressure as if he was facing an ancient beast.

Murong Longcheng stared at Zhang Ye and said loudly: "You should feel honored to be defeated by my Murong Longcheng's nirvana." ”

As he spoke, Murong Longcheng's body turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards Zhang Ye.

His speed was faster than before, as if he had changed people.

Zhang Zhi's heart sank, but it aroused his competitive spirit.

Inside, the blood seems to be burning.

The furious heat frantically gathered in his right arm, Zhang Ye roared in a low voice, and smashed his fist towards Murong Longcheng.

"Boom!"

The furious sound of the crash covered everything, and an invisible force radiated in all directions.

"Click!"

The sound of bones shattering reached everyone's ears.

Zhang Ye flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and the person was in the air, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth.

"Poof!"

Zhang Ye fell to the ground, dusty.

Everyone hurriedly looked over, only to see that his right hand had hung down, and a large amount of blood was flowing down his arm.

The fist had already been fleshed open and cracked.

Combined with the crisp sound of bones shattering before, everyone shuddered.

Zhang Ye's fist, I'm afraid it has been seriously shattered.