The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the clash of laws shook the heavens and the earth, and such an exaggerated scene naturally made the gate of the camp of the Tonghan Corps the focus of attention in the Dongning company camp.

People with fast legs flocked to the crowd on the third floor and the outer three floors, in addition to watching the lively soldiers, there were also many aliens who did not wear military uniforms.

"Listen, it's all like this, it's just a competition!" Ren Yi'an, who was shirtless, pointed to Qian Wuwu, picked up his wine gourd and poured it violently.

Xiong Wenbo in the crowd, his face was already pale, and he snorted coldly: "This stinky boy is just a thorn, he will cause trouble when he goes, I want to see how he ends up today!" ”

"Really?" Ren Yi'an squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring the mellow aroma of the wine.

Xiong Wenbo glared and said, "He is dead, just so that I can save my worries!" Hmph, it's not like you don't know the one lying over there. ”

Ren Yi'an smiled: "Dongyang Academy's water department tutor? Will you be afraid of him? Who believes! Tsk, this Di Zeming is also unlucky today, he actually ran into this weird little guy, but, your precious apprentice, I'm afraid that good luck will come to an end! ”

Xiong Wenbo didn't speak, he just raised his head slightly and set his eyes on the thunder in the sky.

Just above Qian Wuwu's head, there is an old man with a gun suspended at this moment, and the frenzied lightning lingers around the gun body, surging around the body, and the silent strong coercion envelops +, ww↙w. Siye.

The warrior who can float in the air must have stepped into the second-level power system, and the dazzling thunder is full of the smell of law, and it is not a law!

Qian Wuwu just raised his head and recognized the guy floating in the void

Recognized as a battlefield maniac in the Northlands, a battle maniac, the commander of the Dark Thunder Legion, and a thunder spear saint. Blue pine!

"Sparring!?" Lan Qingsong stared. Look around. In the devastated barracks, there was a smell of law that made him intoxicated, "What a fight!" Where's your bastard's blade? Take it out and accompany the old man to learn! ”

"Since it's a competition, it's naturally not easy to use the blade, and if someone dies, it won't be easy for you to end up." As Qian Wuwu spoke, he shook his numb right arm vigorously. He knew that it was not easy to be reasonable when he met the Lord in front of him.

Lan Qingsong laughed and said, "Fight with you, I still need a blade?" Hmph, I don't know what to lift, take it! ”

From laughing out loud to sneering to attacking, in a fleeting moment, this madman is talking about fighting.

The moment Lan Qingsong swooped down, the thunder gun in his hand was really put away. But on his fist, a string of dazzling thunderbolts burst out.

Qian Wuwu also raised his fist to greet him. The golden streamer rippled on his right fist.

Rumble!

The power of the law struck violently, and the shock wave that suddenly erupted rushed out.

The soldiers at the gate of the camp staggered on the spot, and even the soldiers watching the play couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Ren Yi'an and Xiong Wenbo retreated a few steps in the crowd without a trace before stopping.

Ren Yi'an hugged the wine gourd and poured another sip before saying, "I didn't see it, you disciple, you still have a bit of hard work!" ”

"It's weird!" Xiong Wenbo frowned.

"How?" Ren Yi'an wondered.

"Don't you think that the power of the law in his body is a little too weak?"

"Weak?" Ren Yi'an laughed, then patted the rough sword embryo on his waist and said: "He has such a subtle control technique, and the strength he releases will naturally be weaker, otherwise, wouldn't this kid be invincible in the world." ”

"No, he hasn't really stepped into the second-level power system yet!" Xiong Wenbo suddenly exclaimed.

"What!?" Ren Yi'an's hand shook, and the wine gourd fell directly to the ground.

On the other hand, Qian Wuwu, who was constantly fighting with Lan Qingsong, found a trick to guide and neutralize his strength.

The punches of the exchange no longer inspired the violent shock wave, but Qian Wuwu was still striding back, and every time he took a step back, a black footprint would be born on the ground under his feet.

In these footprints, all of them reflected the light of thunder and the light of flames.

"Good boy, I see you can still eat a few punches from the old man!" Lan Qingsong became more and more excited the more he fought, and his whole person was integrated into the thunder.

"If I miss one punch, you'll win!" Although Qian Wuwu is retreating, his momentum is not falling.

Although more than ninety percent of the power of thunder was channeled underground by Qian Wuwu, just the power of the law that passed through his body still overwhelmed his body.

The only way to deal with the attack of the power of the law is to rely on the defense of the power of the law.

But the power of the law of money is really scarce, and it is not enough for him to protect his body.

In the end, Qian Wuwu has not been promoted to level 80 and met the conditions for transfer, as for casting a metal body, it is even more illusory.

The escaping thunder and flames were tumbling and boiling along the blood meridians, and Qian Wuwu could only use the meager power of the law to protect his heart and brain, but as for the rest of his clothes and even his body, he could only give up selectively.

Lan Qingsong's fist strength became more and more fierce, and with every punch, Qian Wuwu took a step back.

He was showing weakness to the enemy, waiting for an opportunity.

The name of a battlefield madman and a battle maniac is by no means fake, Lan Qingsong is a martial arts idiot, as long as he fights with others, he will go all out and leave no room for it.

Don't look at Lan Qingsong is the commander of the Dark Thunder Legion, and he enjoys the name of the Thunder Spear Saint, but if he starts to do it, this thing will be denied by six relatives, and he has to divide the victory and defeat.

Lan Qingsong, who didn't use a gun, although he was only a tiger with a tooth extracted, didn't have the money to worry about using a sword, and he didn't dare to have a little contempt.

Tu Ke Shui, the power of the law that does not move like a mountain, can restrain the power of Han Tieji's angry tide, and can also restrain the water dragon frenzy of the mage master, but when facing the power of thunder from the gold system, the only thing Qian Wuwu can rely on is skill and courage.

-for-tat, head-to-head!

Even if he is at an absolute disadvantage, Qian Wuwu thinks about more than just defense, he must win this so-called competition, otherwise, the hat of mutiny will not be able to run away.

Lan Qingsong, who was shooting with all his might, suddenly shouted, and the roaring thunder rushed and surged, hitting Qian Wuwu's body one after another, but he was skillfully led into the ground and scattered.

The majestic attack shocked Qian Wuwu's arms numb, but what he wanted was exactly such a situation, after all, compared with protecting the whole body, only establishing two channels in the body was undoubtedly a worry-free choice.

Qian Wuwu, who has such a plan, from the beginning, did not have any intention of dodging, although he was striding back at the moment, his high-spirited blood was always tumbling and boiling, and he was meeting Lan Qingsong's frontal fist.

It's a real battle of warriors!

After all, delay will never win, and the only way to defeat the enemy is to attack.

Qian Wuwu was waiting for an opportunity, he continued to accumulate the power of the law in his heart, the power of immovable like a mountain, and he became more and more refined, but compared to the thunder power of Lan Qingsong, it still seemed small and weak.

Xiong Wenbo and Ren Yi'an, who were outside the court, both saw the doorway, but neither of them moved.

Xiong Wenbo was sure that Ren Yi'an would make a move, after all, Qian Wuwu's body has mysterious sword-forging skills;

Ren Yi'an also believes that Xiong Wenbo will not let such an amazing and talented disciple go, will he not care if there is a mentor?

"Are you really calm?" The battle in front of him, the more Ren Yi'an looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he was full of wonder, I don't know why his friend was so calm.

"That's what I'm supposed to say!" Xiong Wenbo also doubted his old friend's qi cultivation kung fu, and he made a leap.

"Although Lan Qingsong is vulgar, his thunder gun strength is not comfortable to be hit!" Ren Yi'an snorted coldly: "I said, that's your disciple, if you don't help him deal with the aftermath, do you want me, an outsider, to make a move?" ”

"Where would I find this kind of thorn as a disciple, you still have to care about your forging secret skills, be careful that he is killed by a madman, you won't have to play." Xiong Wenbo sincerely watched his old friend's show.

"Hmph, there is no law injection, and your 'Thunder Splitting Sky' is just a vain form, you don't want a good sword, do you?" While Ren Yi'an's face changed greatly, he did not forget to tease his friends.

"I ......" Xiong Wenbo was about to retort, but his face suddenly changed: "Not good!" ”

The next moment, Ren Yi'an and Xiong Wenbo both rushed out.

At this moment, the momentum of the fist exchange that had been going on all along, but it suddenly changed, and just now I was still watching the lively onlookers, and suddenly felt that the air became heavy.

The flying lightning filled the void, the churning electric snake swam in all directions, and in the fist strength of Lan Qingsong, a massive amount of law power suddenly gushed out, an ordinary heavy attack skill, but at this moment, it became the hammer of Thor.

In the radiant fist style, there is the mystery of the law.

"Boy, eat my punch, even if you win!" Lan Qingsong suddenly roared.

The fist that turned into Thor's hammer attracted a large number of law threads and crushed towards Qian Wuwu, but defense is never Qian Wuwu's means of controlling the enemy, only attack, strong attack, can really knock down the enemy.

In an instant, Qian Wuwu released the power of the law accumulated in his heart, and the brilliant golden light enveloped his body, and the power of immovable mountains exploded in an all-round way.

"I also have a punch!" The roaring money was worry-free, and the momentum on his body changed suddenly.

Qian Wuwu, who has been defending in an all-round way, has mobilized all the power of the law, only the golden light of the lonely swing is still hovering in his heart, and the rest of the power is all merged into Qian Wuwu's fist in an instant.

The golden streams merge into the rivers, which in turn lead into the sea.

The ocean of the power of the law is the domineering punch of Lan Qingsong, but Qian Wuwu did not hesitate to pour into it the power of his mere river.

The roar of the thunder of anger wrapped the money without worry, and a beam of golden light broke through the silver tide in the sky and hit Lan Qingsong's giant fist hard.

Rumble!

Qian Wuwu flew out upside down without surprise, but Lan Qingsong was also stopped from moving forward, and the power of the golden law wrapped around his fist while stopping.

The pressure, which weighed more than 10,000 jun, was squeezed over in an instant.

Click!

The steel and iron bones of the metal body were broken by this sudden blow