Chapter 972: I'm Rough Skin, You're Going to Practice

Boom, boom, boom.....

The lake within a few hundred meters completely exploded, and even the spectators within a few hundred meters were lifted by the waves.

The aura of heaven and earth was completely chaotic, and some of the fish hidden at the bottom of the lake also floated with white bellies.

Everyone was shocked.

This kind of power is the real power, and it is the power that a warrior dreams of.

But many of the older generation of warriors can't have it.

Now it is in the hands of a few young people in their twenties.

It's really terrifying.

It is worthy of the title of "Young Big Five".

Grandmaster Li Ao smiled slightly and said, "If it weren't for us being more than ten years older, I'm afraid we wouldn't be their opponents!"

"Yes, where we are stronger than them, in fact, is the strength of the true yuan, as well as the combat experience, the others are all inferior, and it is only a matter of time before we surpass us. ”

Zhang Sheng also nodded and said with a smile.

"Look, the show has just begun!"

Xu Fei said intently.

But Meng Cang, who was standing in the distance, was full of disdain, and said loudly: "This level of attack is really not interesting at all, it's boring!"

The people around him were glaring.

But dare not speak out.

On the other side, Yuan Qing was extremely excited, he was a battle maniac, seeing so many strong opponents, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't wait to fight!

Then.

The battle was even more furious.

Hong Ming's big knife slashed continuously, and each sword qi had twenty meters, and it seemed to become a sea of sword qi within a few hundred meters.

Criss-crossed, capable match!

All life within this range will be shredded.

Yang Feng roared. With his palms stretched out, the lake around him immediately exploded, bursting into more than a dozen huge water columns.

The water column did not fall and shatter, but rotated rapidly with Yang Feng's palms.

Then he rolled towards the sword qi.

Although the knife qi is sharp, it can't chop the water column at once, giving Hong Ming the feeling of practicing a knife in the water, or the feeling of hitting the cotton with his fist.

Aggrieved, almost making people vomit blood.

After his sword qi was washed away by the water column, there were only two layers left of ten percent of his power.

It can't be dangerous to Yang Feng anymore.

"It's amazing, both of you are amazing!"

Lin Feng was dumbfounded and couldn't help muttering to himself, originally in his guess, he was also an existence ranked more than a dozen on the "Grandmaster List".

It is not far from the ranking of the "Young Five".

That strength shouldn't be much worse.

But now he understands that this difference in strength is not represented by the ranking at all, and he can't catch Hong Ming and Yang Feng's random attacks.

Definitely serious injuries.

He immediately looked up at Ye Xiao and couldn't help asking, "Ye Xiao, who will win between Hong Ming and Yang Feng!"

Ye Xiao shook his head.

Lin Feng's face was full of surprise.

Ye Xiao smiled slightly and said: "The strength of these two people is almost the same between them, their mentality and experience are almost the same, and it is possible for anyone to win, however, Hong Ming's sword technique contains four artistic conceptions, which is a few points stronger than the last time he fought with Absolute Wushen, it should be shameful and brave, and he has worked hard!"

After a pause, he continued: "And Yang Feng's palm technique is a perfect fusion of the artistic conception of water and the artistic conception of wind, and the artistic conception of water has reached a small fire, and even has to be fully divided, which can convert the two states of water and ice at will, adding a little power!"

"Let's put it this way, Yang Feng occupies a bit of a natural advantage on the lake, if he falls into a protracted battle, Hong Ming is more likely to lose, because his sword technique consumes too much true yuan, and the constant use of the four artistic conceptions will cause a great load on the spirit and spirit!" Ye Xiao said with a smile: "This is just my judgment, the real battle is a matter of life, not just a judgment that can be judged!"

Lin Feng nodded.

Hong Ming also seemed to know his situation and didn't want to drag it out.

The body ran quickly, the sword slashed on the surface of the lake, and the colors of the four artistic conceptions flickered to form a beautiful cloud.

"The water rises, the fire is strong, the wind is blowing, the ground is cracking, and the famous knife is famous!"

A majestic sword qi fell in an instant, and the momentum could be split in half even if it was a big mountain in front of him.

This is one of his killer moves.

Basically, there is no way to go against it.

But the thorn was defeated by the hands of the gods.

"Feng Shui is the same color!"

Yang Feng's face was solemn, his palms kept floating, and the lake water under his feet rotated rapidly, forming a huge whirlpool.

Then Yang Feng's body disappeared.

In his original location, there were a lot of ice sculptures, one after another, densely packed, hundreds of thousands!

Click...

The sword qi slashed the ice sculpture into pieces, and it was like a bamboo.

There is not a hint of stopping.

And I saw that the last layer of ice sculpture was about to shatter.

A figure suddenly flashed.

Boom!

The sword aura disappeared, and so did the ice sculpture.

Yang Feng's figure appeared.

His palms caught Hong Ming's sword.

The two looked at each other, and the martial arts will in their bodies was still fierce.

"Humph!"

Hong Ming's wrist used the sword to infuse the true yuan again, the blade reversed, Yang Feng could only let go, and blood splashed everywhere, but Hong Ming also made a dull sound.

Because Yang Feng took advantage of the situation and put a foot in his chest.

Hong Ming covered his chest, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloody, while Yang Feng's palms were also flesh and blood, revealing Sen Ran's white bones.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This kind of competition is really exciting and exciting, and they are trembling all over their bodies.

"Forget it, let's take it as a tie!"

Yang Feng smiled softly and shook his head, although he still had the strength to fight, he had a chance to defeat Hong Ming.

But it comes at a great cost.

It's just a game, not yet.

"Good!"

Hong Ming nodded, he was injured now, and most of the true yuan had been consumed, and his chances of winning would be smaller and smaller if the stalemate continued.

So I agreed.

Both the audience and the audience in front of the TV were applauding.

Such a performance is impeccable.

None of them are losers.

It's all genius.

Hong Ming and Yang Feng had just left the game, and Yuan Qing outside the court finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Jumped straight down.

looked around, with a smile on his face: "I don't know which genius has made a move with me, my hands are itchy and I look so anxious!"

Hearing this, the faces of all the people in the audience were extremely strange.

I want to laugh but can't.

There are many witnesses to the battle between Yuanqing and Mengcang, and the perverted defense is comparable to a mid-level weapon of spiritual products, and even Mengcang can only be deflated.

Who wants to fight him!

So, for a while, no one made a move.

Seeing that Yuan Qing was in a hurry, he couldn't help but shout: "You won't get hurt if you fight me, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, if you don't have a perfect trick, you can greet me as much as you want." It's a hands-on experiment!"

Hearing this, the audience laughed, this Yuanqing is really interesting.

The scene was still a little quiet, and after a while, someone finally came down!

(End of chapter)