Zhong Zhide saw that Song Ming forcibly entered, he was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, and his face had already turned black into charcoal, but listening to the dean's personal speech, how could he dare to have any more opinions, so he had to look at everything that happened in the venue with a cold face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After Zhang Ruifeng heard the acquiescence of the high-level, his expression was extremely ecstatic, and his ecstasy was full of pretending to be majestic.

What he thought to himself was that the opponent's low cultivation was simply not worth mentioning, and he had already entered the finals in advance, and the best tactic for the next step was to let the opponent attack a few rounds first, and then kill with a single blow lightly, so as to show his demeanor as a seeded player.

At this moment, in order to show his superior demeanor and the coercion created by the huge level difference, Zhang Ruifeng held the Dao Sword in his hand, his face was as majestic as a god, and said to Song Ming:

"Beat me by name? Then why don't you come closer to me—"

The two were no more than three meters apart.

Before Zhang Ruifeng finished speaking, Song Ming had already raised his fist and smashed out.

After various special training, Songming's current speed is about 30m/s, although it has not yet reached the minimum speed of 50m/s in the Nine Styles of Blood, but at this moment he is only three meters away from Zhang Ruifeng, with Songming's speed of 30m/s, it only takes 0.1 seconds to cross this distance, and 0.1 seconds is the fastest limit for human beings to find and react.

Zhang Ruifeng's "say" has not yet been spoken-

Songming's fist has arrived, and a punch slammed into his mouth, the fist first horizontal and then down, drawing a wonderful arc, smashing his entire head to the ground, and his body because of the connection to the head, also slowly "floated" down.

Song Ming squatted down, grabbed Zhang Ruifeng's neck, and asked helplessly:

"Is it close enough now?".

Without waiting for Zhang Ruifeng to reply, he smashed the bridge of Zhang Ruifeng's nose with a punch:

"Can you hear me now?"

Without waiting for Zhang Ruifeng to breathe, he smashed Zhang Ruifeng's chin with a punch:

"Tell you personally? Who the knew you were Zhang Ruifeng? ”

……

The air froze.

This sturdy rhetorical question is like a heavy drumstick smashing into everyone's hearts.

In the press seat, all the reporters and the disciples of the academy who were in charge of recording the video were sweating on their foreheads, swallowing saliva nervously, and the "long guns and short cannons" in their hands did not dare to move at all, for fear of missing such a magical and shocking scene.

The live broadcast signal then reached every corner of the solar system.

The crowd was in an uproar, trembling, screaming, puzzled......

Zhong Zhide and all the Merry Dao disciples dropped their jaws in shock.

Even the dean, elders, and direct disciples all frowned one by one, their faces as serious as the frost of a winter night.

Because Song Ming did not go all out, Zhang Ruifeng's consciousness was still there at this moment.

Zhang Ruifeng's eyes straightened, his eyes were as shocked as if he saw a monstrous wave, from his nose to his mouth to his chin, all of them were sunken, his teeth were almost gone, and blood was all over his face, unexpectedly, he could still speak:

"You brute, the game hasn't started yet......"

Song Ming stood up and said quietly:

"Ever since you hurt my brother, I've been your villain - have you ever seen a villain who cares about the game?"

After all, Zhang Ruifeng was a seventh-order warrior of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and he had rich combat experience, so he hardly thought about why Song Ming had such a fast body and such a heavy fist, and what he said just now was just to divert the other party's attention.

Secretly, he had pinched the trick with one hand, and led a flying sword to fall from the sky, falling straight on Song Ming's head.

The flying sword whirred down, and when it was about to be plugged, Song Ming's ears moved, he raised his backhand upward, grabbed the blade with his bare hands, followed the side of his body, and followed the trajectory of the falling blade, and inserted a sword into Zhang Ruifeng's abdomen.

The whole series of movements is fast and coherent, rough and neat, and done in one go.

Blood doesn't lie.

Zhang Ruifeng suddenly lost consciousness, and the blood rushed wildly.

Song Ming stood up and did not make up for the knife, but picked up Zhang Ruifeng and threw it towards the medical team.

After all, there is such a thing as revenge, Song Ming has his own bottom line, although he knew that just a moment ago, this guy came with the intention of killing him, but he was confident that this sword was completely pediatric, so he did not implement the "equivalent sanction" in his heart, and still left Zhang Ruifeng's life.

Song Ming will not not take revenge, nor will he take excessive revenge, and he is more willing to stop it in advance than revenge after the fact.

If Zhang Ruifeng attacked Shi Yun in front of him, at the moment when Zhang Ruifeng made a move, because he couldn't be sure whether Zhang Ruifeng's blow was fatal or not and whether he could completely block this blow, based on the fact that the danger of death was 100% eliminated, he might kill his opponent in an instant - because that was the safest way, which is why he didn't even think about it back then, and directly wrung off Lu Yan's head.

Live first, and then talk about anything else, this is Songming's first criterion before the "equivalent sanctions" rule.

……

The crowd was dumbfounded, their thoughts froze, and the officials of the General's Mansion were shocked, the development of things was far beyond their imagination, and even beyond the imagination of the dean, elders, direct disciples, and Zhou Hongyi, who was hovering in the night sky:

"Could it be that my Martial Heaven Dao is real? Could it be that this guy has really practiced Martial Heaven Dao? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all......"

However, the vast majority of people still haven't been able to see Songming's strength.

At this moment, the crowd was thundering, and all kinds of curses came one after another:

"Sneak attack!"

"Shameless!"

"Villain!"

"Cruel!"

"Brute!"

"Are you still a samurai like this, get out of the academy!"

"What is the law enforcement teacher doing? Why don't you arrest this guy? ”

Even Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan felt that Song Ming won by sneak attack, and if he faced Ganggang head-on, the little junior brother would never be Zhang Ruifeng's opponent.

Beads of sweat oozed from Ye Lan's forehead, and he suddenly remembered the sound of "hole" he heard during the trial in Jinzhang Heavenly City that day, and then looked at Song Ming's body movements at this time, comparing the content of "Martial Heaven Dao Nine Styles of Blood", it can be inferred that Song Ming has not yet opened Martial Heaven Dao, that is to say, Song Ming's anti-heaven body relies on talent and pure physical training?!

Zhong Zhide's face was cloudy, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry at this time.

Jia Renwu's face seemed to have fallen into a fire hole, his anger spread rapidly, and he was about to ignite his eyebrows, he turned his head to look at the dean and the elders, and saw that the high-level people had nothing to say, he was originally about to make a move, but at this moment, he clenched his palms tightly and resisted the urge to do it.

The most dramatic scene in the history of these ten martial arts was transmitted to the entire solar system through light and sound signals.

Shi Yun in front of the TV was dumbfounded, burst into tears, gnawed on the original fruit, and was speechless for a long time.

Only one man's anger broke through the sky.

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