readx;? Hearing this, Zhao Xiongying's face turned pale, and he roared angrily: "You are dreaming, Zheng Jing, even if you become a martial artist, I, Zhao Xiongying, are still not afraid of you." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Zheng Jing looked at Zhao Xiongying arrogantly, and said disdainfully: "Zhao Xiongying, what are you fighting with me." ”

Zhao Xiongying stared at Zheng Jing angrily, with raging anger in his eyes.

"Zhao Xiongying, take the sword!"

At this moment, an iron sword came up from under the ring and flew directly in the direction of Zhao Xiongying.

Zhao Xiongying stretched out his hand to take the iron sword, but his body couldn't help but sink slightly, the weight of this iron sword is obviously not light, the iron sword is very large, the silver sword body is full of cold light, except for the different colors, the appearance is not much different from the two-handed giant sword held by Zheng Jing.

With a sword in hand, Zhao Xiongying's courage couldn't help but score three points, although he knew in his heart that he was still not the opponent of Zheng Jing, who had been promoted to a martial artist, but at least he had the strength to fight.

"Zhao Xiongying, do you want to fight me with an ordinary iron sword, it's really wishful thinking, now, I'll let you see the strength of a martial artist. As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Jing quickly rushed towards Zhao Xiongying, and the two-meter-long two-handed giant sword in his hand seemed to have no gravity in his hand, and swept directly towards Zhao Xiongying with a piercing sound of breaking the sky, and the speed was very fast.

Zhao Xiongying's face became very solemn, his body quickly retreated, and he narrowly dodged when the giant sword came, Zheng Jing's two-handed giant sword swept across Zhao Xiongying's clothes, and slowly floated in the air with a few strands of rags.

After being promoted to become a martial artist, Zheng Jing's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes, far from being comparable to Zhao Xiongying, who only has the peak of ten-layer spiritual power, just the first attack, Zhao Xiongying is very dangerous.

"Drink!" A blow missed, Zheng Jing's movements did not pause in the slightest, stepping forward, the powerful momentum emanating from his body tightly pressed on Zhao Xiongying's body, and then swung the golden giant sword again and slashed towards Zhao Xiongying.

Looking at the menacing giant sword, Zhao Xiongying did not choose to make a hard connection, with the iron sword made of ordinary mortal iron in his hand, he could not collide with the natal soul treasure with powerful attack power in Zheng Jing's hand.

The attack speed of the giant sword is very fast, and Zhao Xiongying can't help thinking about it at all, feeling the giant sword above his head that is quickly closing the distance with his head, Zhao Xiongying didn't have the slightest reason, and directly rolled on a lazy donkey to dodge, at this moment, he didn't care about any image.

"Boom!"

As soon as Zhao Xiongying left, Zheng Jing's giant sword had already slammed into the position where Zhao Xiongying had just stood, and the powerful aura contained in the Natal Soul Treasure directly left a deep crack in the ring built entirely of hard stones, and around the crack, the fine gaps spread out like spider webs, spreading a full meter of radius.

At this time, Zhao Xiongying took advantage of the good opportunity when Zheng Jing had no time to recover the natal soul treasure, and waved the iron sword in his hand to slash towards Zheng Jing with all his might.

"Hmph!" Zheng Jing snorted disdainfully, waved his hands, and the golden two-handed giant sword with a brilliant golden glow came first at an extremely fast speed, colliding with the iron sword in Zhao Xiongying's hand.

With the crisp sound of iron colliding, the iron sword in Zhao Xiongying's hand was hit by Zheng Jing's natal soul treasure and flew out far away, and the strong anti-shock force from the hilt of the sword shook the tiger mouth of Zhao Xiongying's hands, and a trace of blood flowed out.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Jing kicked out suddenly, directly hitting Zhao Xiongying's chest, and the powerful force directly kicked Zhao Xiongying's tiger-backed body into the air, and finally flew directly off the ring, his body was still in the air, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out of Zhao Xiongying's mouth, and his face had become pale.

"Big brother!" Zhao Jingfeng's face changed suddenly, and then his feet jumped, jumping up directly from the ground, in the air, Zhao Jingfeng sat on his feet and ran posture, and quickly flew towards Zhao Xiongying in the surprised and unbelieving eyes of everyone, just when Zhao Xiongying's body was about to fall to the ground, he was finally caught by Zhao Jingfeng, who arrived in time.

"Ahem!" fell to the ground, Zhao Xiongying coughed violently twice, and a little blood ejected out of his mouth along the cough, the strength of the martial artist is much stronger than that of those who have not become a martial artist, even though it is the peak of the ten-layer spiritual power, it is still the same, just this kick, Zhao Xiongying suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"Big brother, the injury is not serious. Zhao Jingfeng held back the anger in his heart and looked at Zhao Xiongying with concern.

Zhao Xiongying shook his head, staring at the triumphant Zheng Jing in the ring with his eyes full of anger, and said: "I'm fine, I didn't expect Zheng Jing to successfully condense the Natal Soul Treasure to become a martial artist, and now the eldest brother is no longer his opponent." Zhao Xiongying's tone was low, implying strong anger.

"I'm sorry big brother, it's me who has caused you trouble. Looking at Zhao Xiongying, whose face turned pale because of his injury, Zhao Jingfeng felt a little guilty in his heart.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiongying frowned, turned his head suddenly, looked at Zhao Jingfeng with a little anger, and said angrily: "Fourth brother, what are you talking about, you still don't think I'm your eldest brother." Speaking of this, Zhao Xiongying's expression immediately dimmed, and he sighed helplessly, and said: "It's a pity, it's your eldest brother who is useless, and he hasn't broken through to become a martial artist yet, otherwise, Zheng Jing is definitely not my opponent." ”

Zhao Xiongying's words made Zhao Jingfeng's heart feel warm, and he looked up slightly at Zheng Jing in the ring, the cold light in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, and then he said in a flat tone: "Big brother, you rest here for a while, and I will help you take revenge." With that, Zhao Jingfeng wanted to walk towards the ring.

Hearing Zhao Jingfeng's words, Zhao Xiongying's face changed slightly, and he immediately grabbed Zhao Jingfeng and said, "No, fourth brother, you are not Zheng Jing's opponent, don't go." ”

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Jingfeng's face, and he said, "Big brother, believe me." Zhao Jingfeng's expression revealed a strong confidence, and then he broke free of Zhao Xiongying's grasp of his hand and jumped directly into the ring.

"Oh my God, what is he going to do......"

"It looks like he's going to challenge Zheng Jing, oh my God, isn't he crazy......"

"He only has the strength of eight-layer spiritual power, and he actually dares to challenge Zheng Jing, who has become a martial artist, isn't he asking for hardship..."

Just when Zhao Jingfeng first entered the ring, an exclamation suddenly sounded under the ring, no one thought that Zhao Jingfeng, who only had eight layers of spiritual power, was the opponent of Zheng Jing, who had condensed the natal soul treasure and had become a martial artist.

"He, how can he be so reckless, Zheng Jing is a martial artist, his strength is much stronger than that of a person with ten layers of spiritual power, how can he be Zheng Jing's opponent. Under the ring, the girl who was sitting opposite Zhao Jingfeng in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion also stared at Zhao Jingfeng in the ring with an incredible face and muttered in a low voice, with a touch of worry on her face.

Looking at Zhao Jingfeng who jumped into the ring, Zheng Jing was stunned with a look on his face, but he reflected it casually, and sneered: "What, Zhao Jingfeng, do you still want to fight with me!" Zheng Jing didn't put Zhao Jingfeng in his eyes at all, after all, now he is already a martial artist.

Zhao Jingfeng showed a look of disdain in his eyes, and said in a light tone: "Isn't it possible?"

Hearing this, Zheng Jing's face was stunned, and then a sinister smile appeared on his face, and said, "Yes, of course." Now, Zheng Jing is already thinking about how to humiliate Zhao Jingfeng in his heart, after all, the last time at the freshman martial arts competition, Zhao Jingfeng threw Zheng Roushui, a delicate beauty, into the ring without any image, which made Zheng Jing and Zheng Cong brothers always hold a grudge, because they both loved this sister very much in their hearts.

Zhao Jingfeng walked to the ring without hurry and picked up the two-handed giant sword that Zhao Xiongying dropped, feeling the weight of the two-handed giant sword in his hand, Zhao Jingfeng couldn't help frowning slightly, although the weight of this two-handed giant sword was less than a hundred catties, but it was not far behind, if it weren't for the spiritual power in Zhao Jingfeng's body that had reached the eighth layer, I am afraid that it would be very difficult to just pick up this giant sword.

This two-handed giant sword is very heavy, with this sword, Zhao Jingfeng can't use it at all, after all, it takes a lot of strength just to dance this giant sword, but unfortunately there is no other magic weapon here except this giant sword.

After hesitating slightly, Zhao Jingfeng gave up the idea of using this giant sword, and planned to fight Zheng Jing empty-handed, so that at least he still had a great advantage in speed and dexterity.

Coming to the center of the ring, Zhao Jingfeng commented on this Zheng Jing with calm eyes, rubbed his fists, and said, "You make a move, I will fight you empty-handed." ”

Zheng Jing's face changed slightly, in his opinion, this was clearly Zhao Jingfeng looking down on himself, a person whose spiritual power was still at the eighth layer, actually said that he wanted to fight with a martial artist who had condensed his natal soul treasure with his bare hands, this Wu Ning was insulting that martial artist fiercely.

Zheng Jing's eyes gradually became cold, and he snorted coldly and said, "Zhao Jingfeng, you are too arrogant. With that, the golden two-handed giant sword in Zheng Jing's hand slowly disappeared, and he sneered: "Lest others say that I am bullying you, come on, I will fight you empty-handed." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jingfeng suddenly showed a strange smile on his face, and then stopped talking nonsense, his body rushed forward quickly, and when he came to Zheng Jing's body, he directly punched out quickly with all his strength, and hit Zheng Jing's head with a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Zheng Jing always had a trace of disdain on his face, and he also punched out, colliding hard with the fist from Zhao Jingfeng, and on the fist, there was a faint golden light flowing, which is a phenomenon that can only appear when reaching the strength of a martial artist.

Just when the fists of the two were about to collide together, between the lightning and flint, Zhao Jingfeng's fist suddenly expanded into a palm, and when it came into contact with Zheng Jing's fist, Zhao Jingfeng's fierce palm suddenly became soft, turning into a sponge-like softness, and then the whole arm slowly swam up with the trajectory of Taijiquan, and the fist that pulled Zheng Jing Zuo Rao continued to circle in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the powerful force on Zheng Jing's fist was unloaded, and then he stretched out his other hand like lightning, and the palm of his hand became a knife, and hit the middle joint of Zheng Jing's arm。

"Click!"

A soft sound of intertwined bones came, and Zhao Jingfeng's hand knife directly dislocated the bones in the joints of Zheng Jing. At the same time, Zheng Jing let out a muffled snort of pain, and the intense pain in his arm made his face turn pale involuntarily.

After a knife knocked out the bones in the joints of Zheng Jing's arm, Zhao Jingfeng's movements did not pause at all, and he tightly clasped Zheng Jing's arm with the palms of both hands, and then twisted it hard.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Zheng Jing could no longer maintain his previous demeanor, and let out a scream of pain like killing a pig, and the severe pain in his arm seemed to be broken, and the pain that went straight into his heart was something he had never experienced since he was a child, and in just a few moments, Zheng Jing's face became pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Listening to Zheng Jing's desolate scream, the originally talkative ring became silent in an instant, and everyone looked at Zhao Jingfeng in the ring in surprise, their eyes were full of incredulity, such a situation was obviously the opposite of what they thought in their hearts.

"When did the fourth brother become so powerful, looking at it like that, Zheng Jing's kid must have suffered a lot of losses at the hands of the fourth brother, he is a martial artist, although he didn't use the natal soul treasure, but his strength is definitely stronger than mine. Zhao Xiongying looked at the two people in the ring and muttered in a low voice, his tone full of surprise.

While Zheng Jing was in pain, he directly picked up his other hand and smashed it towards Zhao Jingfeng's arms, and at the same time, Zheng Jing's right leg quickly kicked towards Zhao Jingfeng's crotch.

Although his arms were restrained, Zheng Jing was still able to make a good counterattack judgment, and it was not difficult to see from this that Zheng Jing still had some experience in fighting.

In the face of Zheng Jing's double attack, Zhao Jingfeng couldn't make a hard connection, and in desperation, he let go of the hands that grabbed Zheng Jing's right arm, and at the same time walked with his feet in a mysterious step, bypassing Zheng Jing's predecessor like a ghost, and came to his back, all the spiritual power in his body condensed on his palms, and hit Zheng Jing's back like lightning.

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind him, Zheng Jing did not hesitate at all, and immediately dodged to the side, but what Zheng Jing was surprised next was that no matter how he dodged, the strong wind behind him always followed him.

"Bump!"

In the case that Zheng Jing couldn't dodge at all, Zhao Jingfeng's palms hit Zheng Jing's back fiercely, and with a dull sound, Zheng Jing's body was strongly impacted, and his footsteps rushed forward two steps unstoppably, but after all, he was a martial artist stronger than Zhao Jingfeng, and he quickly stabilized his body, and his face became even whiter at this moment.