After being beaten for three minutes, Deng Xiuwen remembered the rules of all Master Zheng's footwork, so at this moment, he began to fight back.

"Sacrifice yourself to become benevolent!" When the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born after the opponent's attack, Deng Xiuwen aimed at the calculated path of Master Zheng, and began to accumulate strength under his feet, with a bit of determination in his eyes, and he was about to fight back.

"Yohe, this kid still has the strength to fight back, but in my opinion, it's just a battle of trapped beasts!" Jinling's side was full of ridicule, not optimistic about his resistance at all.

"That's it, I think this kid is just afraid that he will be too faceless, so he will make a last fight and save others from laughing at him!" They seemed to understand Deng Xiuwen's attack, and kept sneering there.

"But is this useful? It's just a grasshopper shaking the tree, he really thinks he can fight against the real martial cultivator?" Others don't know, these participating team members are slightly aware of Master Zheng's strength, in the middle of the quenching realm, they cultivate wind attribute exercises, and they are good at speed, but they don't know what shortcomings they have.

Although the ridicule of the Jinling side was a bit aggressive, the situation in the field was really not optimistic, and most people were not optimistic about the attack that Deng Xiuwen was about to launch, so they could not refute it.

And in the next second, Deng Xiuwen's figure disappeared, and in an instant, he attacked in front of Master Zheng, and blasted at the opponent's chest with a punch.

However, Master Zheng is a strong man in the middle stage of quenching, and his own reaction is also good, although Deng Xiuwen has a calculating intention, but he still sent out an attack, although he can't send out ten percent of his strength in a hurry, but there are at least three layers.

If it is an ordinary blow in the face of a normal person, let alone three percent of the force, one achievement is enough to resist.

But he is facing Deng Xiuwen at the moment, it is Deng Xiuwen who has performed the first style of "Crazy Demon Twelve" "sacrifice himself to become benevolent", not to mention the pressure brought by this fist style, just the endless madness in the fist intent, it instantly tore his spiritual defense line and made his will collapse instantly.

"Boom!" the two collided violently, making an astonishing sound, with a "click" of a broken bone.

"Hahaha, he's finished, it's really beyond his strength, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

"This collision, this hillbilly is afraid that the bones of his whole body are about to break!"

"Don't really be paralyzed on the spot, outsiders should say that we Jinling don't know the general situation and bully other hosts!"

"Hahaha!"

The Jinling High School side seemed to have predicted the ending, and laughed uncontrollably there, but in the next second, they couldn't laugh anymore, and their voices stopped abruptly, as if a dead mouse was stuck in their throats, making them hold back their laughter, unable to swallow and spit out, and their faces turned purple.

After the collision, the two separated, although Deng Xiuwen's white martial arts uniform was covered with Dao bloodstains, the whole person was still intact, and his eyes were still full of war intent.

On the other hand, Master Zheng, from a distance, there was not a trace of blood on his body, but his left arm hung weakly, gently swaying with the trembling of his shoulder.

This is where the previous fracture sound comes from.

After all, Master Zheng is a martial cultivator who has been cultivating for many years, and in a trance, at the last moment when Deng Xiuwen's fist hit, his body subconsciously flashed half a foot to the right, avoiding the fatal chest and avoiding being hit hard.

Then although his chest dodged, his left shoulder was difficult to survive, and he was almost smashed directly by Deng Xiuwen's punch, if it weren't for Master Zheng's physical strength, I am afraid it would not be as simple as a fracture.

However, Rao is like this, the blow to him with a blank arm is still very large, directly weakening half of his attack power, although it can be healed in time, there will be no sequelae, but as a powerhouse in the middle of the quenching realm where dignity is supreme, how can he tolerate such an insult?

The flames of anger burned in his eyes, and he was afraid that he would ignore the identity of any of his predecessors and directly move to kill.

"Damn, it was Master Zheng who was injured, how could this be possible?" Jinling's jaws dropped in shock, completely incredulous.

"Master Zheng's strength is far superior to this hillbilly, even if he lets the other party with one hand, he should be able to win completely!" In their eyes, he is already a great master in the middle stage of the Quenching Body Realm, and it should be more than enough to deal with Deng Xiuwen, even if he deliberately lets the other party be able to complete the abuse.

"Could it be that Master Zheng has some hidden disease, such as a heart attack, which suddenly occurred just now?" said a member of the Jinling Martial Arts Team with a puzzled expression.

Master Zheng, who endured severe pain on the stage, was almost vomited blood by these pig teammates, why the hell do I still let one hand? I didn't let one hand go, I'll let your sister let you!

Also, you fucking have heart disease, your whole family has heart disease, Lao Tzu can't be healthier anymore, okay? What a bunch of stupid pigs!

Master Zheng's angry nose was about to smoke, and this anger, he felt the pain in his arm become more intense, and he couldn't help but scold the team members of Jinling High School again in his heart.

After he made up his mind, he returned his attention to the field, after all, the game was still going on, fortunately no one recognized him when he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would be embarrassed and thrown to his grandmother's house.

His body was hit hard, but his mind was very clear, he knew that he had just fought back with a punch that hit the opponent's ribs, and it stands to reason that he should have broken a few ribs, but he clearly felt that this did not happen.

Although I don't understand why the other party is said to not even have a quenching body, why the bones can be so hard, but I think that the other party must have suffered a lot of impact, but it is just strong there.

Thinking of this, Master Zheng gradually calmed down, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to attack again.

Although the injury to his left arm at this time has somewhat affected his balance, but fortunately, his right arm is sound, and if he uses all his strength, he can still send out seventy percent of his strength, and I think that such an attack is unbearable for the opponent.

Thinking of it, he immediately executed, Master Zheng charged with one hand, kicked the ground under his feet, and rushed towards Deng Xiuwen with a sprint, and at the same time, a fist carrying a hurricane was swung out, heading straight for Deng Xiuwen's face.

"Wind Spirit Fist!"

This is Master Zheng's most exquisite and also the most familiar boxing, and this blow cannot be missed.

This punch is completely different from the punch that was forced to fight back just now, one is a three-point force, the other is a seven-point force, the difference is not a star and a half, but a world of difference.

If three points of force can kill a sheep, then seven points of force can kill an elephant, so the difference is not small.

In the face of this overwhelming punch, Deng Xiuwen had no way to dodge and no time to dodge, after all, this was the opponent's martial art of charging a blow, and with the exercise of the upper hand attribute, the speed was naturally extremely fast.

His brain was racing, trying to find a solution.

Perform "sacrifice for benevolence" again?

No, not to mention that the body has been locked by the other party, just say that it has been performed once, and the other party must be on guard against this, so you can't risk using it.

Forcibly cast the second type of "Savage Collision" of "Mad Demon Twelve"?

No, although his ribs are not broken, but there are also some cracks, he relies on strong willpower to endure, and now the physical consumption is too much, and at the same time, he has just performed the first type of "sacrifice to become benevolent", the spiritual power consumption is also not small, he is good at calculating and naturally knowing, it is no longer enough to perform the "savage collision".

What to do, what to do?

The brain is still spinning rapidly, and countless question marks are hovering in the sea of knowledge, but there is no effective strategy.

In the eyes of outsiders, at this critical moment, Deng Xiuwen was actually in a daze, and seemed to ignore the roaring fist.

"What is he doing? Don't you see that the fist has already hit? Even if you can't fight, you can escape!" A girl with a ponytail on Jinghai's side watched her side fall into danger and her tone was full of worry.

"Escape? Can he escape? Just now our Master Zheng asked him to make a move, do you really think that this hillbilly will be able to compete with the real martial arts cultivators?"

"You see that he is like this, he has already given up treatment, I advise you to hurry up and prepare a stretcher, it will come in handy soon!" Zhu Yonglong looked at Wang Weizhi, the principal of Jinghai High School, and Xue Qihua, the honorary chairman of the martial arts team, with a mocking consolation on the corner of his mouth.

These two paid attention to the changes in the field and did not say anything, but it does not mean that they did not take this ridicule to heart.

Everyone focused their eyes on the field, and no one noticed that Yun Xiao's lips opened and closed for a moment, and then calmed down.