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Wang Dong stood in the center of the ring, watching the bare-handed winning streak slowly coming, his face becoming more and more solemn. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lian Sheng, who was of medium stature, wore a green cloth robe that had been washed to white, and the two cuffs with raw edges were pulled high above the elbows, revealing two thick arms with muscles and bronzes.

Coupled with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an extremely simple red face, it gives people the feeling of a cropper in the prime of life, walking along the ridges of the field at will, patrolling his wheat field.

He is neither as graceful as Xia Junlin walking leisurely, nor as sloppy and cold and arrogant as Ye Dushu, without a little momentum on his body, ordinary to the extreme.

But this is such a winning streak, but it made Wang Dong feel a sense of oppression that was as thick as a mountain, and unconsciously the center jumped faster and his breathing gradually became short.

Hiss...... It's so powerful, it almost caught his way!

Wang Dong Huo Ran was shocked, his confused eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and at the moment when the oncoming streak was only a zhang away from him, he stepped forward and shouted like a thunderous shout: "Streak!"

With a broken shout, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the situation up and down the ring suddenly changed.

On the ring, Lian Sheng's loose fists clenched, stopped and stood seven feet away from Wang Dong, staring at Wang Dong's eyes flashed with surprise at first, and gradually turned into undisguised admiration and appreciation......

With a broken drink, he forcibly cut off my momentum, Wang Dong, you are really not simple......

Under the ring, the ninety percent and ninety-two Gu disciples who were watching the battle were awakened like a dream by Wang Dong's broken shout, and they all asked themselves, "What's wrong with us?" Why is there only one winning streak in his eyes, but there is nothing else......

And at the same time, on the viewing platform in the dark night of the north of the country, Yan Gang, who was holding the fence in front of him with one hand, nodded frequently, what a king, what a streak, I have a successor to Qingluo......

"Hehehe, Wang Dong, your kid's broken drink is so domineering, he almost shook his brother into a deaf man. ”

Lian Sheng looked at Wang Dong on the opposite side of the seven feet with a smile, and there was a closeness in his mellow voice, as if he had been a close friend for many years with Wang Dong, who had only met today, and spoke very casually.

"Senior brother was so good, so I took the initiative to enter the urn for a while, but I didn't realize it, and I almost fell into it and couldn't pull it out. ”

Wang Dong looked at Lian Sheng's honest and close eyes, and bluntly expressed his heart.

His words were not hypocritical and perfunctory, but real heartfelt words, only he knew how dangerous it was.

Fangcai's winning streak makes people feel the slightest momentum all over his body, but no momentum is the greatest momentum, because before you can notice it, his momentum that is actually everywhere has secretly broken through your heart defense.

He looks like an ordinary farmer, and he is full of flaws, but there are too many flaws, and it becomes no flaws, because you don't know where to start.

At this time, you who are deeply involved and do not know it, you will only have him winning streak in your eyes, and you will ponder a question with one mind: There are many flaws in his body like a hole in a fishing net, which part of him should I attack?

And the more you think about it, the more undecided you become, until the moment he walks up to you and decisively kills you, what should you do when you are already in a state of confusion......

Lian Sheng smiled, didn't say any polite words such as "junior brother praises falsely, deserve it", and said softly: "This is the last battle between you and me." ”

Wang Dong nodded: "Yes." ”

The situation was already so clear, and Wang Dong certainly understood that this battle was not only related to the two newcomer valleys as a whole, but also related to him and Lian Sheng.

If he wins, he will become famous in one battle, win the crown of this year's Lianggu Disciple Competition, and completely confirm the title of "the first person in the body forging realm".

And the winning streak of winning the first place in the big competition for three consecutive years will abdicate and give way to Xian, and settle for second.

This battle is the real first battle for my king to win the immortal road and become famous in the world, and I will go all out......

Wang Dong's two palms hanging by his side gradually clenched into fists, and his undisguised movements, how could he not see the winning streak.

Lian Sheng also clenched his fists and said seriously: "I will do my best to fight." ”

Wang Dong said in a deep voice: "Me too!"

Lian Sheng stared at Wang Dong's fists that were clenched until the muscles were exposed, his pupils slowly contracted, but he pretended to be relaxed and quipped: "Your strength has been consumed so far, is it okay?"

Wang Dong laughed wildly: "I'm a man, how can I not do it?"

"Good!"

After a streak of applause, no more nonsense, one step forward and one punch.

And at the same time when the word "good" came out of the streak, Wang Dong, who was experienced in the enemy, had already noticed that the streak was about to make a move, he did not lag behind the streak by half a beat, and he also stepped forward and raised his hand to punch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two muffled sounds of the hammer hitting the wood really sounded at the same time, before and after.

Wang Dong was as fast as lightning with a right fist, hanging the evil wind in the middle of the streak in the left chest, and the streak of punches "Oooo

And he didn't get half a benefit, a right punch that was as fast as a meteor in the streak also hit his left chest, and he withdrew four steps away from the punch, and the soles of his feet clenched the ground and shook his body twice, which was considered to be a firm foothold.

"It's amazing. ”

Wang Dong felt a sharp pain in his chest under the silk inner armor, and even a burst of qi and blood rolled in his chest.

At this moment, the bloody streak on the opposite side of the mouth did not stop for half a moment, and the small broken steps on tiptoe were getting faster and faster, and they were already rushing towards him.

Wang Dongqiang suppressed a mouthful of reverse blood and greeted him without showing weakness......

For a while, on the ring, the four iron fists of the "whirring" wind flew up and down, and in the bright and clear light of the pearl that night, they brought out a series of criss-crossing fist shadows.

With a burst of drinking, the fist-to-fist "bang" hard shaking sound was endless, shocking.

Wang Dong and Lian Sheng's bodies are staggered and shaking, the last moment you advance and I retreat, the next moment I attack you and defend, the two of them are also punching out like the wind, and their bodies are vigorous, and they kill an even opponent in an instant, and it is difficult to separate.

The strong confrontation of the dragon and the tiger in the ring simply dazzled the disciples of the two valleys who were watching the battle, not to mention shouting and cheering, it was difficult to even take a breath.

The disciples of Dongxingu were afraid that they would lose a streak and lose under the hands of Wang, but the disciples of Xixingu were much more relaxed, and they thought very simply about Wang Dong, who was stiff and unshaken in the ring.

Not to mention that Wang Dong did not show defeat at the moment, even if he was defeated, what was the big deal.

After Wang Dong arrived in the sky today, everyone can see how many consecutive battles he has won, and the momentum of passing the level all the way is simply a fierce and fierce mess, and the Dongxin Valley side that was forced by one person only has one person left in a row.

It is good to win, but it is also second to lose, and this second is much higher than the first gold content of consecutive wins.

Even the few old disciples who were in the same hospital as Wang Dong and tried to find fault on the day Wang Dong entered the door, but were viciously cleaned up by Wang Dong, were also admired from the bottom of their hearts.

However, how did they know that Wang Dong, who was fighting in the ring at the moment, was secretly anxious.

"I must not be so stubborn again, I am afraid that in another moment, the spiritual power that protects my eight veins of the Qi Jing will dissipate, and I will never be willing to hate the hand of the winning streak. ”

Wang Dong shook his shoulder to dodge the punch smashed by Lian Sheng, and raised his hand to counterattack with a punch.

"I don't know how to cultivate the winning streak, the speed of his punches is actually faster than Xia Junlin's Thirteen Swords of Thorn Shadow, and it is already comparable to the speed of my punches.

And the two fists that he also infused with internal breath are not inferior in terms of hardness, compared to the pair of iron fists that I have trained by striking Tie Shusheng.

Besides, although I don't know what kind of defensive inner armor he is wearing under his shirt, he can withstand my heavy blows again and again, which is obviously not an ordinary color, and I am afraid that it is much more advanced than my defensive and unloading black silk inner armor.

How do I win quickly?

Do you really want to transport the fist intent of opening mountains and splitting rocks to the fist blade? No, I must not waste a pair of his fists. ”

Wang Dong clearly knew that once the fist intent of the opening mountain and cracking the stone was already completed, and the silent luck was infused into the fist of internal breath, even the iron tree that was as hard as iron and stone could be beaten alive, and no matter how hard the fist of the winning streak was, it would definitely not be able to bear it, and the flesh and bones would be broken.

But he couldn't do it, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to.

Liansheng is a man who is above board, saying one is one and saying two is two, spitting and foaming on the ground is a pit, and he is really a man who stands up to the sky.

Although I only saw it today, it is like love at first sight between men and women in the world, and in this short period of time, Wang Dong, who is iron-blooded and proud in his bones, has given birth to a feeling of seeing each other late and feeling sorry for each other.

"There's not much time left, it's really not enough, what should I do? How can I beat him......"

Wang Dong was not only fighting against Lian Sheng, but also secretly anxious, and couldn't help but be distracted for two purposes, this time it was broken, and Lian Sheng seized the opportunity to hit him in the chest with an iron fist "bang".

"Poof!"

Wang Dong couldn't suppress the blood anymore, and while blurting out, the whole person was beaten backwards.

"Wang Dong be careful, take another punch from me!"

At the same time as Lian Sheng's clear reminder, he slammed his toes on the ground, chasing after the king who had retreated backwards and his chin was stained with blood.

Although Wang Dong was injured and retreated quickly, how could he be able to chase the speed of the continuous victory, and after two breaths, he was caught up by the continuous victory.

Seeing that a punch as fast as a meteor came straight to his chest, Wang Dong, who was leaning back, was forced to be helpless, and he was also ruthless, and he met it viciously with a left fist.

"Bang!"

This blow was so powerful that the winning streak of the forward rush and pursuit was forcibly stopped by the reaction force, and the originally red face was blue and white.

As for the fact that he was already regressing, it was even more unbearable to rush to meet Wang Dong, who had no roots under his feet!

He was knocked diagonally and retreated more than three feet away, until he retreated to the southwest corner of the ring, under the flagpole that was erected high and hugged by one person, and then he barely stood still.

But standing still, Wang Dong felt the burning pain in his chest that overturned the river and the sea, and his cheeks bulged one after another, like a toad called Chun, and suddenly bent over and "wow" A mouthful of blood sprayed under his feet.

Seeing this, the two outer disciples guarding the lampstand under the flagpole hurriedly asked Wang Dong how his injuries were, Wang Dong raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on his lips and chin, shook his head to signal that he was fine, and the two outer disciples retreated.

"Good...... It's amazing!"

Wang Dong was used to being seriously injured several times, and his palm pressed against his chest, which was obviously much better after a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he felt that the injury was not too serious, and he still had the strength to fight down.

So he turned around and shouted at the Xixingu disciples who had persuaded him to admit defeat, and turned around and smiled at Lian Sheng, who was standing outside Sanzhang, obviously waiting for him to take a breath of relief: "Senior brother, do you admit defeat?"

Lian Sheng looked at Wang Dong who was standing like a javelin next to the lampstand under the flagpole, secretly gave a thumbs up and gave a thumbs up, and suddenly smiled: "Can you still fight?"

Wang Dong raised his fist with a smile: "Try it!"

Lian Sheng laughed and said: "Good boy, let's do it, since you and I don't want to admit defeat, and you don't have much time left, then, you and I will decide the winner with three punches, how about it?"

"Three punches to determine the winner?"

Everyone watching the battle up and down the ring was stunned, and secretly said that Ye Shuangfei had also mentioned a similar fighting method with Wang Dong before, could it be that he would follow suit if he won a streak?