"Dragon Howling Fist!"

An incomparably simple and powerful punch, as if roaring a fierce flame dragon, fully interprets the blood-boiling life.

A person's fist can only show the strength of his heart through his own battle!

Smack!poof——

The martial arts aura of the two sides stubbornly resisted each other, and the hostile collision between fists and fists did not show any bells and whistles boxing skills, and some were just so simple and rude.

"Crack!"

Nie Lingyun's eyes were bloodshot and full of killing intent.

The qi and blood in his body were even more vigorous, and the increase had reached the peak limit.

"Get out!"

With a loud shout, between Nie Feng's fists, the dragon roar continued to roar, causing the entire space to collapse and crack.

"It's not good, this is the strength of the Sevenfold Martial Cultivator!"

Nie Lingyun's eyebrows jumped, and he felt a powerful force that instantly swallowed his martial cultivation aura, causing his entire arm to suddenly become swollen and two fists thick!

"Not good!"

The audience screamed almost at the same time.

Peng ——

A loud bang resounded throughout the sky on the competition platform.

In the dust, a blood-stained figure flew out.

Nie Lingyun, defeated!

Suddenly, everyone was dumbfounded, and the audience was silent.

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"Hmph, bullying the weak guy deserves it. ”

An arrogant snort came from the mouth of a slim girl.

She is as beautiful as a dream, beautiful and dusty, and she is so eye-catching in the crowd.

This girl is none other than Nie Hongxue!

The referee looked at Nie Feng and nodded slightly, as if he remembered what Nie Feng said in his mind:

"If a waste like me becomes the number one in the family one day, how will you step down then?"

This proud and unyielding sentence made the corners of the referee's mouth smile.

At this time.

Whoosh—— whoosh—— whoosh!

A ghostly figure, scurrying through the gap in the crowd, suddenly appeared in the center of the competition platform.

Nie Feng looked closely, and saw that the person who came was a young man with a thin body, like dry wood.

In his body, there was a faint aura of poison, and he cultivated to be above the sevenfold madness of the martial body realm.

"It's Nie Kui, who ranks sixth in the outer layer!"

In the crowd, someone already recognized his identity.

"Boy, defeating Nie Lingyun is just that your cultivation is higher than his. If you can take three tricks from me, you win. ”

Nie Kui's eyes, with a little ruthlessness, stared at Nie Feng and said.

"Three moves, if you can take my punch, even if I lose. ”

Nie Feng did not back down.

His words were very indifferent, as if the other party was just a clown who jumped off the beam, and he really couldn't even catch a punch.

Soon, Nie Feng caused an uproar in the crowd.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant! Which onion and garlic do you think you are, open your dog's eyes and see, it's Nie Kui, who ranks sixth!"

"Nie Kui, that's Nie Kui, not Nie Lingyun's half-ass!"

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Everyone was already extremely dissatisfied with Nie Feng and ridiculed one after another.

"Hmph, self-defeating waste. ”

Nie Kui's eyes were full of viciousness, and he took two big steps, and the aura of cultivation was released.

"Palm of your arm!"

Whew!Whew——

Nie Lingyun's body was facing forward, and the poisonous aura in his body was condensed in the palm of his right hand, sinking his waist, stomach, and palm, all in one go.

This palm is not slow, not fast, not strong, it seems to be weak and weak, and it can be broken with a snap of a finger.

"Dragon Howling Fist!"

Nie Feng pushed the qi and blood in his body, and met it with an understatement punch.

In an instant, there seemed to be an invisible flame burning in his fist, giving people a hot, burning sensation.

Seeing that the two sides were about to stagger their fists, they saw that Nie Kui quickly closed his palms, squatted down his lower body, and slapped the opponent's lower plate again.

"Not good!"

Nie Feng was taken aback, but fortunately, his reflexes were much higher than ordinary people, and he hurriedly performed "Walking with the Wind" and leaped to avoid it.

Boom!Boom——

Without waiting for the latter to breathe, Nie Kui's figure floated again, and the virtual films overlapped, and suddenly ghostly approached Nie Feng's back.

"Arm punch!"

"Dragon Howling Fist!"

Smack!poof——

The two fists collided, making a dull and heavy sound, and the eardrums of the people in the audience were painful and swollen.

"Get out!"

Nie Feng let out another rough shout, and with just one punch, he shook Nie Kui away, dislocated his wrist bone, and spewed out a bloody arrow in the air!

"Another punch to fly!"

Everyone watching the battle was shocked, and there were two teenagers with six martial arts realms, who almost fainted on the spot.

"That guy's strength, how could it suddenly ······. ”

Nie Longfei's expression froze, and he looked at Nie Feng's unharmed figure in amazement, a little incredulous.

At the elder seat, Iron Mask Qing wanted to let out a fart, but because he was in front of the other two elders, he had to hold back for a while.

But who knows, when he saw the results of Nie Feng's battle, his attention shifted for a while, and this fart was involuntarily released.

But luckily, this fart isn't loud and smelly.

In the process of several competitions, Nie Wuru had no time to take care of it.

At the back of the crowd, he sat cross-legged on the ground, as if he had entered some kind of mystical realm of cultivation.

"Nie Feng has won two in a row, so go down to rest first. ”

In the eyes of the referee, there was a layer of deep meaning, and he looked at Nie Feng and said.

In the next competition, Nie Feng was watching carefully. Especially for Nie Guang, although he and himself are both novices, their strength should not be underestimated.

For example, in the third round of the competition, Nie Guang kicked a sevenfold martial arts cultivator into the air with one kick, and there was no suspense at all.

"Nie Guang has won four consecutive victories, and now among the participating disciples, there are still more than fifty left, and if they know that there is a big gap in strength, they can withdraw from the competition by themselves. ”

The referee said loudly.

"I quit. ”

"I'm quitting too. ”

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Among the contestants, a total of more than 20 outer disciples withdrew from the competition.

But the crowd of people watching has not decreased, and most of them are just to stay and watch the fun.

"In the following competition, Nie Guang and Nie Feng are not allowed to participate for the time being, and other players are free to challenge. ”

The referee shouted.

Of course, Nie Feng understood the referee's intention: if he and Nie Guang continued to compete with others on the competition platform, then there was no doubt that he and Nie Guang would win.

Because one person has too many achievements, it will bring a certain psychological burden to others and make other participating disciples fearful.

This competition is like "killing a chicken to show the monkey", the more you win continuously and keep beating your opponents, the more you dare not underestimate you in the hearts of others.

After all, the chief referee is a high-ranking figure in the inner echelons of the Nie family, whether it is rich in combat experience or evaluating the strength of others.

These all fully show his vision and profound martial arts attainments.