The fierce light in Zhang Ming's eyes sprinkled on Leng Mian's body, and he was suddenly frightened by Leng Mian, dense fists, and terrifying red skin, this was completely like a monster, not only Leng Mian was surprised, but the audience and friends on the observation platform were all in a cold sweat.

Generally speaking, there are three aspects of the source of a move, one is the Qi technique, the second is the solar power, and the third is the magic weapon, Zhang Ming's appearance, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the Qi technique and the solar power, then there is only the third possibility, which is the role of the magic weapon!

In the cabin under the stage, Zhang Yu looked at Zhang Ming with two eyes and said, "Oh, didn't you say that you want the second form to be used in the finals, why do you use it now, what an anxious brother!"

After saying that, he was a sinister laugh, and the voice sounded creepy!

Zhang Ming changed like this, first gasped for breath, the change in form not only changed his appearance, but also changed in his body, when his muscles began to expand, the blood vessels in his body rose, and his heart expanded in his body, making it extremely difficult for him to exhale for a while.

The red fist hovering around him was also inflating, becoming the size of a punching bag, a fist of this size, it was really scary.

Zhang Ming smiled, and said fiercely with a cold face: "Boy, you actually want to force me to use the second form, yes, you, tell you, the guy who says bad things about Lao Tzu will have to die." ”

As soon as the words fell, those red fists rushed towards him, Leng Mian looked at the distance between himself and him, there were about twenty squares, but the fists that rushed towards him did not mean to stop at all, Leng Mian got up and immediately dodged, and the red fists smashed into the place where he was just lying, and there were several cracks on the stone surface.

Soon, a succession of fists hit, a relentless pursuit of Leng Mian, Leng Mian used to chase the wind, jumping east and west in the ring, if necessary, a backflip to extend the distance.

Leng Mian dodged while thinking: "The number of fists has increased, most of the fists are concentrated around him, protecting his body, so that even if you use the chasing wind, you can't get close to him, not only that, but the range of attacks you can attack has also become wider, if the entire ring is covered by his attack range, then I have nowhere to escape." ”

Those fists hit one by one, interlocking, forcing him to approach the edge of the ring, suddenly, red fists appeared on his front, left, and right sides, in order to avoid the attack, Leng Mian got up and jumped up after a backflip, this jump, Leng Mian's body hung in the air, and after the body passed the highest point, it gradually fell towards the stage.

Zhang Ming smiled evilly, as if the plan had succeeded, Tomoko was shocked to see from the observation deck, and he couldn't help shouting at Leng Mian: "Leng Mian, watch behind you!"

Leng Mian glanced behind him, only to know that he was about to fall off the stage, and at this moment, he glared and shouted in his heart: "Oops, patronizing to dodge the attack, not paying attention to the feet." ”

Seeing that he was about to fall off the stage, with a snap, the two slaps of Leng Mian slapped the edge of the ring, his ten fingers were tightly attached to the corners of the ring, and his body was straight in the air.

This posture is amazing to see, the cold-faced body, the parts below the chest are out of the edge of the ring, most of the body is in the air, his ten fingers, like a suction cup, sucked on the corner of the stage, he only relied on the strength of his arms, the whole body was propped up in the air, straight like a balance to maintain balance, not moving.

Supporting such a strenuous posture, Leng Mian's arms did not tremble at all, it seems that his training in the White Ape Cave has increased his physique a lot!

The host Ke Le looked at Leng Mian and had a little appreciation, and couldn't help but sigh at his tenacity in his heart.

The game is not over yet, the attack can continue, Leng Mian wanted to go to the ring first, but as soon as his eyes were aimed at the front, he found that the red fist was running towards him, and he had to dodge it.

Leng Mian dodged to the side, left the stage with his left hand, turned his body to the right, and sucked the corner of the wall with his left hand again, this time, he became a face to the sky.

Leng Mian twisted his neck, aimed his eyes on the stage, his heart was shocked, a series of fists smashed towards him, he hurriedly turned over like just now, the fists were like missiles smashed away, Leng Mian quickly rolled along the edge of the stage, dodging the attacks one by one.

However, there were piles of fists around Zhang Ming, how could he let him dodge all the attacks with a few rolls, and now, more than a dozen fists rushed up and smashed towards the range where Leng Mian was.

This kind of range-type attack is not so easy to dodge, and the cold face is inevitably hit, and the body falls off the stage.

"Cold noodles!" Tomoko couldn't help but cry out in surprise when she saw Cold Noodles being knocked off the stage.

After seeing him fall, Coler sighed and was about to say, "The second game is—"

"Wait!" shouted the audience.

He looked at the audience and asked, "What, what's wrong?"

The audience member was Na Chaifu, whom Leng Mian met when he came, and he said, "Host, Leng Mian hasn't touched the ground yet." ”

"What!" except for Cole, those who couldn't see the situation heard it, they were all shocked, how could they all fall off the stage, and it wasn't a hallucination, how could it be possible to land on the ground?

Coler walked over with questions, and when he reached the edge, he was stunned, Leba's body was pressed against the wall, his right hand inserted into the stone platform, his body bent, and his toes did not touch the ground.

In the hole that was inserted by Leng Mian with his right hand, in addition to some stone fragments, blood seeped out of it.

Ke Le saw his efforts, the whole person instantly boiled, and he was so excited that he explained: "Ladies and gentlemen, the No. 3 contestant Jian Mu Lengmian inserted his hands into the stone, and his feet did not touch the ground, this is simply a god, everyone applauded him." ”

As soon as he said that, the audience in the audience boiled again, Tomoko's heart was ignited again, and Hualan Mingbo sighed excitedly in his heart again: "That kid's vitality is really tenacious." ”

Aunt Luo Niang, who hates cold noodles, is on the stage, which is called an uncomfortable, and the players in the cabin look at the field indifferently, but Zhang Yu cares, and he thinks again: "Do you still want to die and struggle?" ”

Leng Mian moved quickly, jumped alone, and stood on the stage again, at this moment, the cheers of the audience came, and they began to say good things about Leng Mian, the weak Leng Mian two years ago no longer exists.

Leng Mian grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, his right hand was shaking, the nails of the five fingers were cracked, and blood oozed from the flesh of the nails, and it didn't take long for a small pool of blood to drip out of the ring.

Leng Mian looked at his trembling hand, panting, and thought: "The right hand is no longer conscious, if you want to use that trick, you must wait for the right hand to recover, I hope that healing the red spirit can help me heal the hand injury quickly, and now, I can only use it with him." ”