Boxer Wulong, the person who defeated Zhang Haoran strongly as soon as he appeared and made the Blackstone School lose face, appeared again.

At this time, everyone's eyes converged, staring closely at Zhao Yiming and Wu Long in the field, and everyone was engrossed, for fear of missing any wonderful picture.

Zhao Yiming looked at Wu Long opposite, his face was slightly solemn, if he didn't use spiritual power, this Wu Long would also be a strong opponent for him.

However, Zhao Yiming was not afraid, but felt joy in his heart, and his fighting spirit was boiling.

"Just use him to hone my martial arts!"

Zhao Yiming thought secretly.

"Are you ready? I'm going to make a move!" said Wu Long on the other side, his eyes full of solemnity.

Obviously, having seen the battle between Zhao Yiming and Li Qingyang, he no longer dared to underestimate Zhao Yiming.

"Please!" Zhao Yiming took a deep breath and made a 'please' gesture towards Wu Long

"Boom!"

The ground shook as if it had been shaken.

I saw Wu Long's feet on the ground, and the powerful vitality suddenly erupted like a volcano, following his feet, pouring into the earth, causing rows of bluestone floors to be lifted up by the vitality.

"Da Da Da ......"

The floor that flew out extended all the way to Zhao Yiming, and a terrifying vitality, like a huge wave in the sea, wanted to swallow him.

"Aohan Six Styles—First Style!"

Zhao Yiming immediately used the ground-level martial arts, and the red-blooded war knife in his hand slammed into it, and the brilliant sword qi carried the icy cold air, and suddenly froze the bluestone floor that was rolling backwards in front of him in mid-air, and then fell.

"Collapse Mountain!"

A loud shout sounded, and Wu Long's body had already shot out.

Suddenly, Zhao Yiming felt a gust of wind blowing towards him, as if a mountain had collapsed, and boundless dust and mist swept in all directions.

"Proud Han Six Styles—Second Style!"

Zhao Yiming's eyes were extremely sharp at the moment, as if he had opened a sharp blade, and the red blood war knife in his hand was even sharper, as if he was about to cut the world in front of him.

"Whew!"

The thick vitality poured into the red blood battle knife, and the blood-red blade suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and with the flickering of the sword light, an incomparably powerful sword qi shot forward violently.

"Bang!"

The fist and the knife intersected, and there was a muffled grunt in the air.

Wu Long came out of his hand and bombarded down with a punch again, like the fist of a giant god in the heavenly realm, smashing down fiercely, as powerful as a prison, and his power was incomparable.

"Collapse the sky!"

The deafening cheers rang in Zhao Yiming's ears