Zhao Xiaoyi's strong flesh liliang made Zhao Yuan slightly surprised, but that's all, his fourth-order martial artist, Zhao Xiaoyi's fourth-order martial artist, the difference between the two is a whole level, and it is not at all that such a little liliang can make up for the gap between them.

His figure swept towards Zhao Xiaoyi quickly, and when he approached Zhao Xiaoyi, his fist glowing with white light blasted towards Zhao Xiaoyi again, but because he had learned Zhao Xiaoyi's speed before, this time he was extremely cautious.

Zhao Xiaoyi's face was solemn, although he said that with his current combat strength, he could not be afraid of this fourth-order martial artist, but that was also under the premise of playing haode, if he was slightly distracted, he might be seized by the other party, so as to decide the winner with one move.

His realm is lower than that of the other party, and all he can rely on in close combat is speed, so when the other party bombarded him, Zhao Xiaoyi's spiritual power poured out overwhelmingly, and then his body was like a ghost swimming in front of him, dexterously resisting every tricky move of the other party.

"How can this kid's speed be so fast?" Seeing that ghostly figure, a look of surprise appeared on Zhao Yuan's face again, the speed in front of him, even he, a fourth-order martial artist, did not possess it, if it weren't for the fact that his realm was much stronger than the other party, he would definitely not suppress the other party like this.

Bang! A punch shook Zhao Xiaoyi in front of him, Zhao Yuan's figure retreated a little, and the simple trick collision made him also understand Zhao Xiaoyi's strength, he was indeed a fourth-order martial artist, but Zhao Xiaoyi's physical strength and speed were stronger than ordinary fourth-order martial artists, but if he wanted to be comparable to a fourth-order martial artist, it was even worse.

This is Zhao Xiaoyi's second time fighting a fourth-order martial artist, and he is also thinking in his heart, although he has not fallen behind in the battle just now, it is difficult to fight back, and he doesn't even dare to separate his spiritual power, he is afraid that once the spiritual power is divided to attack Zhao Yuan, the speed will be reduced, thus giving Zhao Yuan a chance to take advantage of.

Zhao Xiaoyi was not afraid of him, but he didn't dare to despise him, after all, the other party was a genuine fourth-order martial artist, and the Zhao family's background was not weak, and the real martial arts had not yet been displayed.

"Boy, the speed is good!" Zhao Yuan's face climbed into a solemn smile, "But if you have this ability, then I will tell you that you are dead." ”

The smile on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth gradually converged, and then his arm shook, and the vitality in his body surged wildly, and the rolling vitality shuttled through his body, waiting for the master's outburst.

The white light on the fist became more and more vigorous, and after the light was already a little dazzling, Zhao Yuan let out a low shout, his body suddenly jumped up, his fist slashed through the air, and he blasted towards Zhao Xiaoyi again with a fierce attitude.

"Heavy Golden Fist!" The fist covered by the white light made a slight wind-breaking sound, and before the fist arrived, the energy fluctuations on it made Zhao Xiaoyi frown slightly.

Heavy Golden Fist, Xuan-level low-level martial arts, one of Zhao Yuan's specialty martial arts, Heavy Gold Fist focuses on liliang, which is almost the same nature as Zhao Xiaoyi's Xuanzhong Hammer, but the power is very different, but it is this Xuan-level low-level martial art, Zhao Yuan can only practice because of his father's status in the Zhao family.

Zhao Xiaoyi stood in place, staring at Zhao Yuan's fist with white light, his figure retreated slightly, and when Zhao Yuan was only two meters away from him, Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes flashed, and a spiritual power suddenly swept out, and Zhao Yuan, who jumped up in mid-air, slammed over.

Feeling the sudden attack of spiritual power, Zhao Yuan was suddenly shocked, he didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyi's spiritual power to be so powerful, obviously a soul master.

However, Zhao Yuan was not helpless against this spiritual power, in mid-air, his fist suddenly swung forward, and under the powerful Yuan Force wave, he punched on this special liliang.

The attack of spiritual power is not so simple, although Zhao Yuan can resist some of Zhao Xiaoyi's spiritual power, but after all, his strength is not enough, and he can't completely resist the spiritual power of a second-level soul master, after the fist blasted out, the remaining aftermath made Zhao Yuan instantly lose his mind for a short time.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhao Xiaoyi stepped on his feet, his figure jumped up suddenly, and then punched Zhao Yuan in mid-air.

Zhao Yuan's mind was temporarily unconscious, but because he had just resisted most of Zhao Xiaoyi's mental power with one punch, the time he lost his mind was very short, and when Zhao Xiaoyi's fist reached his chest, Zhao Yuan had already come back to his senses.

"King Kong Body!" At the moment of crisis, Zhao Yuan could no longer withdraw his hand to resist, his face changed, he let out a low cry in his mouth, and the vitality in his body suddenly surged towards his chest, and a golden light flashed from his chest in an instant.

Bang! Zhao Xiaoyi ignored the shining golden light, his momentum continued unabated, and a punch slammed into Zhao Yuan's chest.

Under the strong force, before Zhao Yuan's figure landed, he flew out upside down, and only stopped after landing on the ground and rubbing a line.

However, under this punch, Zhao Yuan did not spit out red blood, not even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his face was a little pale, he stood up from the ground, exhaled deeply, and then his eyes were locked on Zhao Xiaoyi again.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Xiaoyi frowned slightly, although this punch was not his strongest punch, but it was also infused with Yuan Li, under normal circumstances, even if it was a fourth-order martial artist, it would be impossible to be safe and sound under such an unhindered punch, obviously, that Zhao Yuan had practiced defensive martial arts.

"If you just hit him with a Xuanzhong hammer, I don't know that the defensive martial arts skill can't resist it. Zhao Xiaoyi landed on his feet, clenched his fists, and muttered in his heart, the Xuanzhong Hammer is his hole card, and it is also the strongest martial art, of course, it is impossible for him to use the Xuanzhong Hammer if he is not forced to do so in this kind of place, the lineup between the two sides is almost the same, and he does not dare to make a desperate bet.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be a soul master, I underestimated you. Zhao Yuan's teeth were bitten together, Zhao Xiaoyi's endless things made him suffer a lot, and these things naturally made Zhao Xiaoyi's combat power much stronger than that of ordinary fourth-order martial artists, especially that spiritual power, just now Zhao Yuan almost hit the move without knowing it, although he blocked that punch with defensive martial arts, but there was still a faint pain in his chest.

"What's the matter, scared?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Zhao Xiaoyi showed a smile, but he knew in his heart that it was not so easy to defeat Zhao Yuan.

"Hmph, afraid of you, I'm not Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan snorted coldly, staring at Zhao Xiaoyi with cold eyes, "If there is anything else, hurry up and show it together! ”

"Whether there is a chance or not is not up to you, for me, you are not qualified to comment yet. The smile on Zhao Xiaoyi's face gradually retracted, his arm shook, and the vitality in his body surged, and at the same time, a murderous aura gradually spread around.

"You'll know if you're qualified to try it. Zhao Yuan's face was cold, and when the words fell, his arms poked out of his sleeve robe, and then a handprint came out of his hand.

And with the formation of Zhao Yuan's handprint, behind his head, suddenly a shadow of a lion's head loomed out, and at the same time, a powerful Yuan Force fluctuation was also spreading to Zhao Xiaoyi's side.

"Tiangang Demon Lion Fist!" Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, and after the white light on his fist was extremely thick, he stepped under his feet and swept towards Zhao Xiaoyi again.

Tiangang Demon Lion Fist, a low-level martial art of the Xuan Rank, the level is the same as the heavy gold fist, but the power is stronger than the heavy gold fist, which is also Zhao Yuan's hole card, and now he even has the Tiangang Demon Lion Fist, it can be seen that he has been forced to what point by Zhao Xiaoyi.

The fist glowing with white light carried a trace of electricity, and a low lion's roar could be faintly heard, and the rippling Yuan force in the air pushed away the dust and mist, and Zhao Yuan slammed down on Zhao Xiaoyi with a punch.

Staring at the fist containing surging Yuan Force, Zhao Xiaoyi's face appeared solemn, Zhao Yuan had already taken out the hole cards, he naturally didn't dare to keep it anymore, this punch of the fluctuating Yuan Force has some blocking power, he wants to dodge it must not be able to dodge, at this time, he can only fight hard.

With a slight breath, a handprint formed in Zhao Xiaoyi's hand, and with the formation of his handprint, six shuttles also flashed in front of him out of thin air.