There is no doubt that Ye Xiao and Aya Qingyun's behavior at this time is extremely pretending, attracting the attention of many people.

It invisibly adds a bit of excitement and excitement to this dragon fight.

At this time, Ning Zhefeng and Long Hao were still in intense anxiety.

Strong winds swept and raged.

It looks like it's evenly matched.

"Ning Zhefeng is worthy of Ning Zhefeng, he blocked Long Hao with a shot, he will definitely be able to win, defeat this arrogant Long Hao!"

"That is, no matter how you say it, Ning Zhefeng is the ninth super existence of our "Hidden Dragon List" in the Southern District, he can definitely defeat Long Hao, hurry up and take out his mobile phone to record it, it will definitely be a classic scene in the future, don't miss it!"

"Haha, I've already started recording, I can sell it for a good price!"

.......

The martial artists of the Southern District looked excited and exaggerated, and there were many discussions, as if Ning Zhefeng had already won.

Liu Jiaojiao was also full of pride, and Li Ye's eyes looked at Ye Xiao from time to time.

The gaze resents and fears.

Ye Xiao was full of sarcasm.

It's really ignorant, although on the surface, Ning Zhefeng has the upper hand.

But it's not.

The strength of the two is similar, and the fist and palm are hard.

Winning will only be a fist.

Moreover, Long Hao's fist strength has the artistic conception of water.

The characteristic of water is that it is wave after wave, and at first it may be just a circle of ripples, but countless ripples come together.

That's the waves, the myriad of waves coming together.

That's the stormy seas.

That's the tide.

There can be no generalization about power.

Therefore, Ye Xiao thought that Long Hao would soon be able to take the advantage.

Sure enough, a little bit of the strength gathered was enough, and perhaps it was the discussion of the martial artists of the Southern District that angered Long Hao.

He roared angrily, and his whole body erupted like a monstrous wave, and the qi and blood all over his body rattled, and then pushed hard.

directly pushed Ning Zhefeng backwards.

The feet rubbed violently on the ground, making a snorting sound puncturing the eardrums.

Ning Zhefeng only felt a huge and irresistible force transmitted from Long Hao's fists, making him numb all over, even if it was to gather all the true elements.

The body couldn't help but retreat.

I regret my recklessness in my heart, how can I have a hard time with Long Hao, I should see the moves, and fight flexibly.

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

This is already the case.

But it must change.

Otherwise, you will surely lose.

The retreating trend continued, Ning Zhefeng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly kicked hard against the wall, stopping the retreat.

But the wall was sunken, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Ning Zhefeng's mouth.

Immediately roared, and even spun violently, like a hurricane, rushing towards Long Hao.

"Good time!"

Long Hao didn't have the slightest fear in the face of Ning Zhefeng's fierce attack, some were just excited.

He could see that Ning Zhefeng's move had the transformation of the palm wind, the sharpness of the wind, and the destructive power of the irascib.

This shows that the palm technique contains the artistic conception of wind and fire.

And it's perfectly blended together, and the fire borrows the wind.

Naturally, the power is very strong.

But he was fearless.

The fists waved like dragon heads, heavy but restrained, violent but soft, it was an extremely strange feeling.

But only for a moment.

The surrounding warriors all felt that the air seemed to become viscous, and it was difficult to breathe.

The tremendous force emptied the surrounding void, creating a vacuum that made the spinning wind feel like it was going to stagnate.

This blow.

It seems that Mars collides with the earth, and the tip of the needle is against Maimang, and the two sides are going to win or lose!

(End of chapter)