Back at Zhenwu Square, Fang Yun heard the sound of the deacon announcing the results of the competition in many rings.

"Qin Lie, win!"

"Wang Yan, win!"

"Xu Yixue, win!"

"Yue Zilin, win!"

"Liu Wanqing, win!"

Listening to the results of this battle, two of the three Blood Quenching Ninefold disciples had already finished their own competition, but there was still one whose name had never been read, and gradually, Fang Yun's expression became more and more solemn.

"No. 8 ring, No. 35 Fang Yun, No. 62 Xingchong!"

The deacon's voice came into his ears, Fang Yun shook his head a little helplessly, one of the worst cases still appeared.

"It seems that this method is still necessary. ”

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On the real martial arts stage.

"Uncle Shi, my little junior brother is not very lucky, he actually met this torture chong here, tsk, I see that he has a big competition this time, I'm afraid he will stop here. ”

With Mo Rufeng and Fang Zhenshan's cultivation, the slightest wind and grass in the audience could not hide from their ears and eyes, and when they heard the result of such a lottery match, Mo Rufeng couldn't help but sigh slightly.

As a supreme master of martial arts, he naturally knew the changes in cultivation in this quenching blood realm, the gap between the nine and eight layers before seemed to be weak, but in fact, there was a world of difference, although Fang Yun's performance was amazing enough, even the Dacheng Nine Pole Palm with nine strengths was reproduced in his hands, but the absolute gap in cultivation could not be concealed.

"It's okay, failure is also a kind of experience, I'm afraid that this kid will be too showy this time, and when the time comes, he will grow arrogant and complacent, and that will be a stumbling block to the improvement of martial arts. ”

Fang Zhenshan can see it, the big competition has been carried out so far, Fang Yun's performance has made him quite satisfied, with the martial arts talent he is showing now, he will definitely become the top pillar of the True Martial Sect in the future.

"Hehe, why doesn't Uncle Shi have confidence in his disciples, maybe he can still win. Mo Rufeng looked at him with a light and breezy look, and couldn't help but smile.

"Forget it. Fang Zhenshan looked at his nose and nose, his nose looked at his heart, the old god was there, he didn't bother to pay attention to Mo Rufeng, he picked up the teacup in his hand with his own care, and after taking a sip, he set his eyes on the ring again.

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The battle between Fang Yun and Xing Chong can be said to be the most concerned one so far.

One is one of the three favorites to win the championship, and among the outer disciples of this year, there are only three disciples who have reached the ninth level of the Quenching Blood Realm.

The other is that since Li Jingyun, another person has mastered the most difficult cultivation in the martial arts, the Nine Extremes Palm, the nine energies are in unison, it has always been the dream of all beginner cultivators, and it can be said that it is something that is more talked about by outer disciples than the Nine Realms of Quenching Blood.

Around the No. 8 ring, there were already three or four layers of disciples inside and out, and they were all staring closely at the two imposing teenagers on the stage.

Evil, cold, forbearing, even fierce.

It is almost the best quality of a martial artist, Fang Yun has seen it in Xing Chong, he is like the most seasoned hunter in the jungle, he does not see the impetuous nature of the young man at all, calm, and even vaguely reveals a deep and lofty bearing.

"Is it that you have practiced the Dacheng Nine Extreme Palm, which is said to have been mastered by only Li Jingyun in the past hundred years?"

Xing Chong's cold and stiff face like a dead man showed a rare bit of emotional fluctuations, and his gaze looked at Fang Yun, as if he was extremely interested in him.

"At the beginning, I also thought about challenging it, this is known as the most difficult to practice a turn of martial arts, but this palm method is not in line with my character, and in the end I still practiced this road tiger boxing method, today I want to see, after this great success, what is the great thing about the nine pole palms that are comparable to the second turn of martial arts. ”

Fang Yun could feel the blazing fighting spirit hidden under Xing Chong's indifferent words, like a volcano about to erupt, brewing the most violent offensive.

This guy is not easy to mess with!

Fang Yun sighed in his heart, but in the blink of an eye, he thought of Chu Feng lying on the bed, the tragic appearance of his serious injury, and the resolute determination in Wang Cheng's eyes before he left, almost instantly, he felt that there was a fire burning in his chest.

"You'll see, and I'll show you how the Eight Layers of Blood Quenching defeated the Nine Layers of Blood Quenching!"

As soon as the words came out, the words were shocked, and almost everyone in the audience was stunned by this amazing remark, and then a noisy discussion broke out.

"I heard you right, he said that he was going to defeat the Quenching Nine with the Eight Layers of Blood?!"

"It's just a shame, the ninefold realm of the Quenching Blood Realm, the gap between the last three is almost exponential, the eightfold and the ninefold, it can be called the gap between heaven and earth, if you want to defeat Xing Chong by one level, it's a fool's dream!"

"I thought that this Fang Yun was another martial arts genius comparable to Senior Brother Li Jingyun, hmph, I didn't expect that he was also a grandiose guy. ”

Even Xing Chong, who was standing across from him, showed a somewhat stunned expression, and then an interesting smile appeared on his stiff face.

"Interesting. ”

At this time, the deacon shouted, "The fight begins!"

Call!

At the moment when the deacon's voice announcing the start of the battle fell, two astonishing momentum rose on the stage almost at the same time, and the scorching and masculine blood qi rolled up a rolling heat wave and spread out in all directions.

Sou!

The two figures also swept out at the same moment, one black and one gray, as if they had crossed the limits of space, pierced through the air, without any fancy and complicated moves, directly in the center of the ring, like two wild bulls galloping on the grassland, not letting each other go, and colliding together.

Bang, bang, bang!

The figures of the two were suddenly intertwined, their hands, elbows, shoulders, and knees all turned into the hardest weapons, wrapped in a rich red light of blood, carrying a strong and fierce strength, and the most fierce offensive broke out in an instant, the toothache-inducing muscles collided endlessly, and the pouring out of the Dao Dao strong wind disturbed the air, and the dust was constantly raised, confusing the sight.

Bang!

The palms of the two of them shook together again, and their bodies were shocked by the strength transmitted between each other's palms, the difference was that Xing Chong had stabilized his body after retreating four or five steps, while Fang Yun had retreated for nearly ten steps before he could be regarded as stabilizing, and the difference in strength between them was extremely obvious.

"Yes, I originally thought you were a rigid guy who would only practice hard, but I didn't expect that in addition to the Nine Pole Palm, your combat skills are also quite good, which is a bit interesting. ”

Xing Chong, who was in a state of battle, was obviously different from his usual cold and rigid appearance, and at this moment, his face was filled with a frenzied battle intent, and his eyes were full of high and fiery fighting spirit.

On the other side, Fang Yun didn't feel half happy at all because of the suitability and almost equal fighting, and even his heart became heavier.

"This guy is definitely a cultivator honed from actual combat, the evil aura that lingers on his body is definitely a ruthless hand who has seen blood, every move and every action is accurate, and he doesn't even need martial arts moves, it is the most original killing action, it is extremely powerful, I must be more concentrated, and I must not show flaws!"

Xing Chong looked at Fang Yun's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, and couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Next, I'll let you see, my Tiger Fist Technique!"

His own Tiger Fist?!

Hearing this, Fang Yun's heart sank, he had already learned the martial arts of Tiger Fist several times, and the most powerful and terrifying thing at the moment was the Tiger Fist that Ye Changjun had cast in his hand, and he had to do his best to show the fierce and domineering in his fist.

It's just that this Xing Chong's cultivation is obviously much stronger than this Ye Changjun, and it is hard to imagine what terrible changes the Tiger Fist will have in his hands.

Roar!

Suddenly, a tiger roar sounded from the stage without warning, Fang Yundeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw Xing Chong clenching his hands into fists, his steps pulled away, and his blood rose from his body like smoke, making him look as if he was burning.

And what is even more terrifying is that he shook his fist slightly, and the rich blood qi was twisted and deformed on his fist, and vaguely, he could actually see a vicious and terrifying fierce tiger head appearing, and the blood basin slapped his palm, and the earth-shattering roar rose from it.

Suddenly, Fang Yun's back stood on end, he felt that he was locked by a terrifying momentum, and a terrible sense of crisis sprouted in the depths of his heart.

And on the Zhenwu platform, along with Mo Rufeng and Fang Zhenshan, all the elders widened their eyes at this moment, their faces were full of disbelief, and many of them even exclaimed. 、

"How is it possible! This son is just a quenching blood realm, how can he comprehend the fist intent?!"

"This is the true meaning of the fist technique that even many martial artists who have refined the true Gang and stepped on the Gang Qi can hardly comprehend!

"Tiger Fist has been practiced to this extent, it can be called against the sky! I am afraid that this child's talent is not under Li Jingyun!"

Mo Rufeng and Fang Zhenshan couldn't say a word for a long time, you must know that the artistic conception of boxing is not something that everyone can understand, the so-called form and spirit, the highest level of martial arts cultivation is nothing more than this, get its shape, study its meaning, understand its spirit, this is to advance step by step, in order to reach the highest level of martial arts.

Although Tiger Fist is only a turn of martial arts, and even the most ordinary kung fu in a turn of martial arts, but after comprehending the Tiger Fist intent, the Tiger Fist is already another realm of martial arts.

As soon as this move comes out, all the way "Tiger Fist" can almost compete with the three-turn True Qi Martial Arts, and even the Nine Poles Palm Dacheng Realm, the Nine Strengths are not the enemy of one of them.

There was a vicious tiger momentum emanating from Xing Chong's body, and the oppression of Fang Yun's soul was enough to make him lose at least thirty percent of his combat power, and this moment was an unprecedented crisis for him.

Failure is almost a foregone conclusion......