The figures on the stage are staggered, the strong wind is blowing, and in a blink of an eye, Zhao Hong and Wu Jie have already fought for more than 20 moves, and Zhao Hong is still indifferent, his face is not red and he is not panting, on the contrary, Wu Jie is already sweating on his forehead, and he is tired between his eyebrows.

"Let me go down!"

When the two of them were fighting, Wu Jie took a step back slightly, and the fist in his hand suddenly stagnated for a moment, and at this time, Zhao Hong's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward, and the rich red light of blood bloomed in his palm, and a palm came out, condensed to the extreme strength of rubbing the air, only to hear a faint sound of breaking the air, his palm was like a butterfly piercing flowers, passing through the gap between Wu Jie's fists, and imprinted on his chest.

"Poof!"

Wu Jie's eyes widened suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell directly out of the field.

"Zhao Hong, win!"

Zhao Hongzhi proudly carried his hands behind his back, his chin was raised high, and the whole person exuded a flying and domineering temperament, and walked straight out of the ring.

"Zhao Hong! Why are you so vicious?!"

I saw that not far away, Wu Jie's befriended fellow disciple, after checking his injuries, showed an extremely angry look on his face, and shouted angrily at Zhao Hong.

"Hmph! His own skills are not as good as others, what does it have to do with me? What's more, I have already said that let him admit defeat, I have not fully mastered the trick just now, it is inevitable that I will not be able to send and receive freely, and it is inevitable to hurt people, besides, if he can't even accept this little injury, then he will not come to participate in any competition, and obediently drink milk and sleep at home! If you are not convinced, it will be your turn and I will see you and me on stage!"

"You!"

Zhao Hong's expression was extremely disdainful, and his words were extremely arrogant, which made the disciples present extremely dissatisfied, and the young man who spoke was even more stunned, pointing at him for a long time and unable to say a word.

Zhao Hong glanced at him, snorted coldly, completely ignored the vicious eyes of the young man opposite, and turned away directly.

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"Wu Jie's injuries are not light, Zhao Hong's palm broke four or five of his ribs, and one bone was almost inserted into his internal organs, dangerously ruthless!"

Wang Cheng's face was ugly, and after hearing about Wu Jie's injury, he immediately came back and told Fang Yun and Chu Feng the news, and then he looked at Fang Yun with a worried expression and said.

"Fang Yun, you have to be careful, Zhao Hong, this bastard, is ruthless, Wu Jie and him have no grudges and are beaten like this, if the two of you meet, I'm afraid that his attack will be even more vicious!"

"That's right, this Wang Ba Lamb, I don't know how to cultivate, but his strength has increased to such a point in a short period of time, if you run into him, once you find that the signs are wrong, you will decisively admit defeat, it doesn't matter if you win or lose for a while, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!" Chu Feng was also a little worried, and couldn't help but admonish.

Hearing this, Fang Yun smiled: "Don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not sure of, but the two of you too, in the end, it may not be me who meets him, if the two of you draw lots to draw him, decisively admit defeat, don't fight, I'm straight to say, with the current combat strength of the two of you, if you meet him, I'm afraid you will lose worse than Wu Jie, it's important to protect yourself!"

"Yes, you kid has educated us!"

"Hey, mind your own business!"

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Time passed, and this outer disciple competition was also going on, winning and losing one by one, and the list of the final battles was gradually released, Fang Yun, Chu Feng, and Wang Cheng all broke into the final sixteen, and as for the three disciples who quenched the blood nine, there was no doubt that they had entered it.

From beginning to end, the strength of the three of them was obviously stronger than the rest of the disciples, and so far they have not been able to see them go all out, and they have won every battle with great ease.

However, it is worth noting that Zhao Hong's gang is also making great progress all the way, and they are also among the top 16, and they are all secretly vigilant when they feel the cruel gaze he has cast from time to time.

"No. 3 ring, No. 35 Fang Yun, vs. No. 108 Ye Changjun!"

Suddenly, the deacon shouted loudly, Fang Yun was slightly stunned, then grabbed the bamboo stick in his hand and strode towards the No. 3 ring, while Wang Cheng and Chu Feng also followed closely behind, intending to watch the battle.

"Get on stage!"

Fang Yun jumped and landed lightly on the table, only to see that there was already a handsome young man in white clothes with sword eyebrows and starry eyes standing opposite.

Dabi has reached this stage, and there is no need to deliberately collect intelligence information, everyone almost knows something about the opponent, and this Ye Changjun's personal strength, Fang Yun also knows it.

"Fang Yun, quenching blood eightfold, one hand and one turn of martial arts "Nine Extreme Palms", it is suspected that he has mastered the power of the six dark powers. ”

Ye Changjun looked at Fang Yun with interest, and said Fang Yun's cultivation strength clearly like a few treasures, only to see him looking Fang Yun up and down, his eyes flashing with a little excitement.

"Yes, a good opponent, I hope you can force me to do my best!"

When Fang Yun heard this, the expression on his face became a little strange, such a narcissistic guy really didn't know how to answer his words.

And Chu Feng in the audience rolled his eyes almost instantly when he heard the remarks of the second middle school, and Wang Cheng on the side also had a strange face, almost instinctively complaining: "This guy has a problem with his brain, right......?"

The deacon on the side was also a little speechless, he coughed dryly and immediately shouted.

"The fight begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Changjun's expression suddenly became solemn, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, like a vicious tiger, and rushed towards Fang Yun with a violent momentum, his right hand turned into a fist, and it blasted straight out, and the fierce energy exploded, setting off a surging fist wind.

This punch was unusually fierce, and in an instant, there was a faint tiger roar in the ring, as if countless fierce tigers jumped out of the dense forest in all directions, roaring in the mountains and forests.

Tiger Fist!

This one-turn martial arts, which has the most extensive cultivation among the disciples of the outer sect, is as if it has climbed to a new realm in Ye Changjun's hands at this moment, fierce and fierce, with his clumsy moves, and with his powerful strength of quenching blood, everyone in the audience can't help but change color.

Fang Yun, who was in the center of the fist, had a solemn face, it was not the first time he had seen this Tiger Fist, when he fought with Zhao Hong, he had comprehended the ferocious strength of this martial arts, but to be able to use this Tiger Fist to such a point, Fang Yun really saw it for the first time.

"Sure enough, none of the disciples who can enter the top 16 are fuel-efficient lamps!

Fang Yun's mind was in a flash, and the movements under his feet were not slow at all, but when he saw that he stepped a little bit, and on the side of his body, this domineering punch carried a violent momentum, almost flying diagonally against his cheek, and the cold wind blew on his face, which was faintly painful like a knife cut.

With a swipe of his feet from the ground, Fang Yun's whole person drew a strange arc, and his figure appeared behind Ye Changjun like a ghost, his blood was bulging, and a layer of rich qi and blood red light floated out of his slender palm, and the majestic blood qi belonging to the eighth level of the Quenching Blood Realm gushed out, and his arm was like a mountain-opening knife, slashing down in the air, cutting through the air, and the sound like a crack rose one after another.

Unexpectedly, this Ye Changjun's reaction was like electricity, at this moment of dislocation, his body was like the wind, and he actually flipped over in an instant, facing Fang Yun's sharp palm, and the fist mark was pinched, no less than his thick blood rose up, and the fierce fist power burst out.

"Bang!"

The sound like thunder suddenly exploded, and both of them snorted, and they stepped on the same footsteps, retreating backwards, and the invisible energy spread out like a wave.

"Amazing, Tiger Fist has actually been practiced to such a domineering level!"

Fang Yun stabilized his body, only to feel that the blood qi in his chest was surging, this Ye Changjun's fist power was too strong, the blood and qi were so deep, not under him, the tiger fist was even more powerful and powerful, under this punch, his palms were a little numb, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

And Ye Changjun on the other side also shook his arms, the expression on his face was also a touch of surprise, and his eyes looking at Fang Yun showed a bit of solemnity, and he said loudly.

"You are the first person who can fight me hard, who can repel me, and you haven't even performed any martial arts yet, Fang Yun, I admit that you are really strong, in order to show respect for you, next, I will show my strongest martial arts, you have to be careful!"

As soon as Ye Changjun's words came out, his hands were spread, and his starting style changed again, looking at the posture, it was obviously not the previous Tiger Fist Technique, only to see him let out a long roar, and his steps were stepping, as if turning into a violent wind, swept towards Fang Yun.

Call!

But seeing that the blood and qi around him were vigorous, and his cultivation was promoted to the peak, he instantly drew his fists into palms, the speed was extremely fast, and the momentum was like thunder, four palms in a row, and as soon as the majestic palm power was spit out, the air seemed to be full of fine folds, and the red light of the blood qi was like a stormy wave, tearing the air and heading towards Fang Yun.

"Second turn martial arts, "Thunder Hand"?!"

Wang Cheng in the audience saw Ye Changjun's terrifying palm technique, and immediately exclaimed, and even Chu Feng on the side was completely discolored.

""Running Thunder Hand", the second turn of martial arts, its palm momentum is like thunder in the air, fast and fierce, domineering, practice to the fullest, can split the mountain and cut the mountain, cut gold and cut jade!" Wang Cheng's face was a little ugly, and he said in a low voice.

And Fang Yun's expression was solemn, his palm like a red jade red glow poked out, a layer of demonic blood and red light flowed in his palm, and the nine poles palm power rose up, and it was also four palms in succession, the strength was condensed, like a tide, and Ye Changjun's palm collided and intersected, it was like a copper bell ringing, making a roaring sound.

Bang, bang, bang!

The two of them are extremely fast, their blood is pure, and the palms are even more powerful and strong, and in an instant, the palm shadows in the sky rose on the stage, like a muffled thunderous sound, like two huge mountain rocks, crushing each other, the air in the field fell into chaos, and the waves of violent wind and qi surged and spread in it.

Such an astonishing scene attracted many disciples from the sect, all of whom were shocked, surprised by this tragic competition, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

"I'll go, isn't it! Can the Blood Quenching Realm be practiced to this extent? Are these two people, or two fierce beasts!"

"I know this Ye Changjun, his cultivation is amazing, and his strength is strong, but when did this Fang Yun appear, I have never heard of it before!

"These two people, I can't match any one of them, and I can't even stand their three moves, perverted!"

The surrounding noise was endless, but the dense discussion did not affect the competition between the two on the stage at all, and in the blink of an eye, the two had fought more than 30 moves, but no one had shaken the other party in the slightest, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

Fang Yun felt that the strength of the other party's palm was strong and condensed, and each palm came out, the speed was extremely fast, if it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have been defeated if he received a palm.

And Ye Changjun was even more surprised, he only felt that the strength between Fang Yun's palms was strong, and the strength was endless, just like the rise and fall of the tide, the waves were continuous, and every time he came out of his palm, he had to concentrate on it, exerting more fierce strength, in order to be able to offset the endless strength of the back, and the blood and qi consumption was extremely great.

"Bang!"

Another dull sound of muscles colliding sounded, and the two of them collided with fists, and at the same time, they were both forced to retreat a few steps away from the strong force transmitted from the opponent's hands.

Both of them are in a bad state, their faces are a little pale, their clothes are torn and cracked, and their palms are even more sore, obviously they have reached a state of limit.

"I didn't expect you to have such strength, I underestimated you Fang Yun, but I don't think you have much strength. Ye Changjun smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Fang Yun nodded noncommittally, in fact, his state was not as bad as Ye Changjun had estimated, because when he consumed a lot, the mysterious energy in his body would appear, continuously replenishing his losses, and in just a few moments, he had already recovered fifty or sixty percent of his strength.

"In that case, let's not consume it anymore, I'll make another move, if you can stop it, this fight will be even if I lose!" Ye Changjun gasped slightly, and then said solemnly.

In fact, if it continues like this, the person who wins in the end must be Fang Yun, who let him have this kind of opportunity to cheat, but with his temperament, he naturally disdains to rely on this kind of thing to win, so he also nodded.

"Okay!