"You shouldn't be too angry, right?"

Zhonghu punched out, suddenly staring at Ma Wuke and said.

His strength was far superior to that of Ma Wuke, who used his spear to parry his attacks, each time requiring the consumption of qi to fight that force.

One point of the player's energy can be exchanged for ten points of qi, so the player has a natural advantage compared to normal qigong practitioners in the cultivation world.

But Zhong Hu's series of onslaught still consumed a lot of Ma Wuke's qi.

Without the protection of Qi, Ma Wuke would definitely not be able to resist such a fierce attack by Zhonghu.

After hearing this, Ma Wuke felt a sudden burst in his heart, just now Zhonghu had a series of outbursts, which turned out to be the idea of consuming his stored qi.

"I'm sorry, if you consume a lot of physical strength just to consume my qi, then you are wrong, I also practice "Three Hundred and Sixty Yang Ding Gong", I believe you also know this exercise, you must start practicing from a young age, once Dacheng will have a long qi rhyme, and the speed of qi return is extremely fast, and I am a Dacheng cultivator!"

Ma Wuke blocked Zhonghu's attack, his body retreated, and he smiled as he retreated.

He didn't deceive Zhonghu, he dared to participate in the First Martial Arts Meeting, mainly because he also cultivated the exercises of the cultivation world, even if the player's level was cleared, he would not be too weak.

And Zhong Hu's onslaught, it seems to be extremely explosive, and the move is strong and heavy, the problem is that it is so explosive, unless Zhong Hu's physical strength is unlimited, it will soon turn from prosperity to decline, and then it will be the time for him to fight back.

"I see, you're waiting for the moment when my strength fails. Zhonghu grinned, and then the speed of his punch increased instead of decreasing.

Ma Wuke blocked the first two punches, and then was hit by Zhong Hu's punch on the hand holding the gun, and his face couldn't help but change under the pain, and then he heard Zhong Hu roar: "Yes, my physical strength is really limited, then let's see who falls first!"

Although he broke out with all his strength at the beginning, he actually still had three points of strength, mainly because he didn't figure out the details of Ma Wuke, and now that he knows Ma Wuke's hole cards, he has no scruples.

"Shura Fist!"

Six arms attack in six directions at the same time.

Ma Wuke's pupils contracted, strong white qi erupted on the soles of his feet, and his body speed increased significantly, and after avoiding this fatal blow, Zhonghu also pasted over, not giving him a chance to distance himself.

The two sides collided again, the blade of the fist and the spear collided together, and an air dragon roared from the tip of the spear and blasted towards Zhong Hu, but Zhong Hu was torn apart with his fist.

In the next battle, the rage was extreme, and both sides realized that this was the moment of life and death, Ma Wuke only needed to delay and drag until Zhonghu's physical strength was exhausted, and he could easily win, while Zhonghu needed to burst out with all his strength and kill Ma Wuke during the outbreak, otherwise once his physical strength was exhausted, it would be over.

Countless qi energy splattered in all directions, the earth was cut by the air flow and countless scratches, and the blood shields of both sides had been broken, entering the stage of white-knuckle combat.

Scars gradually appeared on Mark's body, and Zhonghu's arm also cracked, and blood spilled on the ground, forming countless blood spots.

"Zhonghu's physical strength is too abundant, such an outburst can last for a full thirty minutes, and he is not exhausted!" Ma Wuke clenched his teeth and struggled to support, and couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying body of Zhonghu.

Although he cultivated the "Three Hundred and Sixty Yang Ding Gong", which was equivalent to opening up the Yang Ding Divine Pill in the three hundred and sixty points in his body, even if the qi returned extremely quickly, there was still a limit, unlike the light wheel behind the light wheel Yukali, which belonged to the infinite return energy.

Zhonghu's attack had pushed him to the limit.

What the two sides are fighting now is perseverance, and whoever collapses first will lose.

"This guy, the defense is really leaky. ”

Zhonghu clenched his teeth, the green tendons on his forehead all protruded, his eyes exuded scarlet light, and Ma Wuke's figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Don't look at Ma Wuke is always on the beaten side, in fact, Ma Wuke's disadvantage is not big.

Now it is Zhong Hu who is really driven to a dead end, because most of his physical strength has been consumed, but he has never taken Ma Wuke, and he is now difficult to ride a tiger.

In the audience, Hawkins sat in the front row, next to Anna and others.

"Hawkins, who do you think will win?" asked Wai Miya.

Hawkins hugged the restless Marnie and said lightly: "I tell the answer, what else is the meaning of the game." ”

"I guess it's Ma Wuke, he's your apprentice, you must have cheated on him. Marnie immediately spoke.

Hawkins smiled and said, "You bet?"

"No, I don't gamble. Marnie shook her head.

Although she values her money as her life, she will never bet unless she has a 100% chance of winning.

"Zhonghu will win, right?" Anna judged.

Hawkins was a little surprised: "Why?"

"The profession of Shura King of Fighters has a characteristic, that is, the heavier the injury, the stronger the explosiveness, now the two sides are evenly matched, each other's blood shields have been broken, don't look at Zhonghu seems to be in a stable state, in fact, his injuries are far more serious than Ma Wuke, but this is his advantage. Anna said.

There are thousands of player professions in Infinite City, and because there are too many professions, not many people dare to say that they fully understand the characteristics of all professions.

Mourning Mi Ye didn't know about the Shura Fist King, and she was surprised: "The Shura Fist King actually has this kind of characteristic. ”

"Yes, the name of the skill seems to be called the blood of Shura, anyway, the more near-death the state, the stronger the strength of the outbreak. Anna nodded.

Qiao Si said lightly: "Even so, Ma Wuke is not bad, he just doesn't have enough experience in life and death fighting, if it were me, I would break the spear and fight directly with Zhonghu." ”

"That's you, Ma Wuke, this kid specializes in skills, and if you want to break the spear, your strength is far from enough. Mark sighed.

His judgment is consistent with Anna's, Ma Wuke will lose to Zhonghu, although Ma Wuke is his grandson, he knows Martin's meaning from the name, and he doesn't really care about children and grandchildren.

"Mark, did you compete?" asked Mourning.

Mark shook his head and said: "No, how painful it is to level up, if you lose, wouldn't you have to start from scratch, I'm not stupid." ”

"Hawkins, why are you holding such a cruel competition, I'm afraid there are a lot of people who have to start leveling up from scratch this time. Qiao Si asked with some curiosity.

Hawkins smiled: "There is a chance that a player who is strong enough to play for me. ”

"Do you even think it's an opportunity for chance?" the crowd suddenly thought, if this is the case, they did not participate in the competition, but suffered a loss.

Although the cost of losing is very high, in fact, it is not that they cannot afford to lose, but the opportunity is even more rare.

The race continued, and the battle between Ma Wuke and Zhonghu on the plain was like a road breaker, plowing the ground all the way from the collision point to the current battle position, and the ground was sunken everywhere it passed.

Especially in the second half, the grass was ploughed open, and there were still blood stains on the ground, and both of them shed a lot of blood, and the injuries were not light.

Basically, the injuries suffered by the two were not directly inflicted, but were either caused by the strength of the collision or the scars caused by the tearing of the skin caused by excessive force.

Ma Wuke's body was mostly shocked, the huge force shattered his skin, and blood flowed out of the wound, which looked miserable but was actually nothing.

On the contrary, it was the injuries on Zhong Hu's body, many of which were caused by his strength, and those that were defeated by him were scattered and disorderly, like a messy wind before they completely dissipated, although the probability of causing damage to him was not large, but it could not stand up to a large number, so it would still cause him more or less damage.

The damage caused by this kind of energy is far more terrible than a shock.

In fact, both parties know this, Ma Wuke knows very well that Zhong Hu's injury is more serious than his own, he is waiting for the moment when Zhong Hu falls, and Zhong Hu is also waiting.

A punch shattered the airflow, Zhong Hu's face was covered with blood, and he smiled hideously: "Do you feel that your victory is in sight?"

"No, it's just that you shed more blood than I do, and that's my advantage. Ma Wuke shook his head and said lightly.

Both of them gasped lightly, but Zhonghu still did not stop, but launched a more violent impact, but unfortunately Ma Wuke was very strong, and he did not lose his momentum at all, and used the tip of the spear to accurately block the attack, and even had the strength to burst out of breath.

Punching the qi to the ground, not caring at all that the qi cut a scratch on his ear, Zhonghu smiled: "The time is almost up, my blood is about to run dry, and the next thing is my last resort!"

"Come on, senior, no matter if you win or lose, you have no regrets!"

Ma Wuke took a deep breath and also fully stimulated his own qi, which shrouded the spear, forming a hideous white qi dragon.

Blood of Shura!

Zhonghu closed his eyes, his body turned black, and a black air flow oozed from all the cells.

"It's a terrible momentum, but if you enter the state for too long, the enemy won't give you a chance!"

Ma Wuke's voice remembered, and the next moment he used a fierce force under his feet, instantly widening the distance, and then attacking Zhonghu from this distance.

The spear was like a dragon, stabbing at Zhonghu's forehead.

Zhonghu still had his eyes closed, and at the moment when the spear was about to touch him, he grabbed the spear with one hand and threw it, and Ma Wuke was thrown into the sky on the spot.

Ma Wuke was slightly surprised, spun in the air, and suddenly swung down, and a five-meter-long qi dragon fell from the sky and slammed directly into Zhonghu on the ground.

At this moment, both of them are squeezing their bodies and running their strength to the extreme.

When this qi dragon blasted out, Ma Wuke's own hand was also bleeding wildly, because this blow was far beyond the limit of what he could withstand, and his body was not strong enough to support this level of damage.

On the ground, Zhonghu opened his eyes and exhaled a deep breath of black air, and then one of his arms bent towards the sky, and the white air dragon that fell from the sky was directly hammered and exploded, turning into a frenzied storm that swirled wildly in mid-air, disorderly and furious.

Zhonghu's legs bent, and the next moment burst out with extremely strong force, the ground instantly sunken, forming a ten-meter pit, others had already appeared in the sky, and six arms fell on Ma Wuke's body at the same time, Ma Wuke was hit by this blow, and suddenly the whole person flew upside down into the air uncontrollably, spurting blood while flying.

When Ma Wuke rose to a height of thousands of meters, a black power erupted from his body, exploded like fireworks, black blood rain fell with a bang, and the last spear fell lonely, slanting into the ground......