"Guan Feiyu, win, points, sixty-two points!"

A golden light flashed, and while he got the supreme glory, he was also burdened with a heavy responsibility like a mountain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Guan Feiyu successfully advanced, but immediately after, what awaits him will be a battle with the second prince of the Qianqiu Realm, Feng Feisha, to compete for the final championship seat.

The difference between the two is a whole big realm, and the gap is like the distance between heaven and earth.

"This Wu Linfeng is sick in the brain, he will admit defeat to Guan Feiyu, although it is his brother, but he will not give up the championship because of this, right?"

"Could it be that he thinks that Guan Feiyu is stronger than him and has the strength to compete with the second prince?"

"No, one has just broken through to the Hundred Turns Realm, and the other is a super powerhouse in the Thousand Autumn Realm, no matter how dark his horse is, how can he cross an entire great realm to fight?"

"All in all, either Wu Linfeng's brain is in water, or he is sick, how can ordinary people do this?"

"Yes, in this way, it means that the four wonders are willing to give up the championship battle, which is soft on the second prince Feng Feisha!"

"But the gamble between them ......"

In the outside world, the melon-gnawing masses directly exploded, no matter which side of the melon-gnawing masses they all had a unified expression and unified thinking at this time.

They were full of doubts in their hearts, which of the four wonders was not a high-minded and arrogant person, why would they retreat without a fight?

Could it be that the second prince Feng Feisha is really so powerful that he can surrender without a fight?

Everyone is puzzled, they are just ordinary people, and if they have not reached that height, they will not understand what people at that height are thinking and what they will do.

If it is for ordinary people, the gap in cultivation between Guan Feiyu and the second prince Feng Feisha is an insurmountable gap, and the latter is a supreme existence that can only be looked up to, but not climbed.

However, Guan Feiyu is not an ordinary person, and his fighting spirit is surging, like a stormy wave.

After appearing in the outside world, his eyes inadvertently turned to the second prince Feng Feisha, the eyes of the two were intertwined, and the surrounding air was stagnant.

The melon-gnawing crowd standing between the two of them felt a suffocation in their chests, as if they were on a lonely boat, with stormy waves coming from all directions.

"The second game of the final final, start!"

Wu Youyang exited at the right time, breaking the dull atmosphere in the field.

"Huh~"

This battle is not the final battle of champions, but the pinnacle battle of Wu Youyang and the second prince Feng Feisha, the two thousand autumn realms.

These two people are in the realm of thousands of autumns at the same time, and the strength of Yuan Li is almost the same, and what they have to fight for is the strength of their physique, the advantages and disadvantages of their hole cards, and the level of combat awareness.

"Go down, you're not my opponent!" The second prince Feng Feisha looked light-hearted, shook his head, and didn't seem to take the other party in his eyes.

Facing opponents of the same level, he can still face it so calmly, looking at the entire academy, except for Guan Feiyu, there is only him.

"Although you are very strong and have a lot of hole cards in your body, if you don't fight a game, who dares to talk about the final outcome?" Although Wu Linfeng knew that it was difficult to win against the other party, and there was not even much hope, his fighting spirit was not wiped out because of this, but his blood was boiling.

He is a battle maniac himself, and among the younger generation, no matter who the enemy is, he dares to fight.

Even if you lose, you must lose to glory!

"From the time you conceded defeat to Guan Feiyu, you have lost your qualification to be my opponent!" the second prince Feng Feisha said calmly, shaking the folding fan in his hand, not affected by the opponent's fighting spirit.

"It doesn't matter if I'm qualified to be your opponent or not, the important thing is that you have to fight me now!" Wu Linfeng stepped forward, his hands pinched in front of him, the sound of crackling bones sounded, and a vast momentum exploded.

"Fight with you?no, I'm just warming up!" the second prince, Feng Feisha, shook his head slightly and laughed softly.

"Arrogance~ Eat me and say it again!" Wu Linfeng shouted angrily, his fist burst out, and the vast momentum made the space tremble.

"Eighteen Fists of Shaking the Heavens, First Punch!"

This is a kind of heaven-level high-grade martial art, in the exchange hall, it needs 10 million sky-high points to exchange, and it has a strong and powerful power.

A punch was thrown, and the space in front of the fist seemed to be shattered.

"Easy Palm!" In the face of such a strong offensive, the second prince was still light and light, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and gently poked out with his palm.

According to ancient records, this kind of martial art was created by a quasi-saint in ancient times, and he was enthusiastic about being free, so it was named Xiaoyaozhang.

It is rumored that there are a total of 36 styles of this palm technique, and each style contains 72 variations.

The second prince's palm of wind and sand seems to be extremely casual, but it has great power, it seems to be able to destroy the world and destroy the earth, and wherever it passes, nothing can stop it.

"Boom~"

The fusion of fists and palms exploded, and a pitch-black spatial crack appeared, but it was quickly repaired by some mysterious and powerful rule.

"Haha~ It's not bad, the next thing is to move the real thing!" Wu Linfeng smiled loudly and struck again.

"Easy Palm!" The second prince Feng Feisha was in place, with a set of free palm techniques, no matter how strong and fierce the opponent's attack was, I attacked myself at will, and I didn't move half a step.

His palm prints are unpredictable, sometimes up and down, sometimes left and sometimes right, sometimes in front and sometimes behind.

Not only can it perfectly resist the opponent's attack, but it can also quietly launch an attack in the gap between the opponent's move switches.

"Eighteen fists that shake the heavens, shake the heavens!" Wu Linfeng shouted angrily, the golden light on his fist flashed, and he actually ignored the palm print that attacked him from a tricky angle, and swung his fist forward.

He is going to exchange injuries for injuries, and he is fighting with the second prince Feng Feisha.

"The breath of the emperor, the sword that shocks the world!" The second prince Feng Feisha did not dodge, he drank softly in his heart, his body suddenly became golden, and the folding fan in his hand pointed forward.

The folding fan that seems to be ordinary on weekdays finally shows its true face at this moment.

I saw that under the wrapping of a golden light, the folding fan suddenly changed its appearance, and it was a sword hilt that looked extremely solemn and sacred.

Golden light burst out, extending four feet and seven inches from the hilt of the sword, replacing the sword body.

The sword body turned from the inexplicable golden light was unexpectedly sharp, ignoring the power of Wu Linfeng's fist, and stabbed straight forward.

"Poof~"

A dull sound sounded, and the golden light stained blood, actually penetrating Wu Linfeng's body.

The momentum on the two of them is still vast, but the posture is frozen, and it seems that time has stopped at this moment.

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