"Ming...... Ming's ...... My lord, ...... dead" Watching Ming Xuan's body slowly fall, the soldiers unexpectedly did not cheer and thunder, but one by one diverged empty eyes, stunned, even they themselves did not expect it.

"Little ghost, be a good person in the next life!" Ding Gou squatted down and looked at Ming Xuan's face up close for a long time, and his heart was also unusually calm, and he didn't have much impact on his soul because he personally avenged the blood revenge for Binggan, the fifth captain, and the people of the Eight Heavenly Spirit Divisions who had been mutilated to death in the past ten years, but just as if he had completed three meals a day, it was so ordinary that there was no ripple.

The wound was still dripping blood, the breathing was still tired, and the smell of blood around him was still so strong, as if to remind himself that the battle was not over. That's right, the battle isn't over yet, Zheng Ding's kid and the fake king haven't decided a winner yet, I have to help!

In just a minute or two after coming out of the highly tense combat state, Ding Gou's body was already as heavy as if it had been filled with lead, and if someone asked him what the farthest distance in the world was, he would not hesitate to say that it was a turn when his physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

But when he completed the "farthest turn", what caught his eye was two figures changing at high speed and the sound of ping-pong metal colliding that he would only care about when he saw the picture.

Facing the two who were still in the fierce battle, Ding Gou slowly slipped the long sword in his hand, sat down on the ground, and then lay down in a large shape to accept the sunshine, and said to himself with a relieved smile: "This is no longer a battle that I can mix, stinky boy, the future of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Spirit, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it depends on you!"

However, Zheng Dingzheng was in an ethereal state at this moment, although his hearing was acute and abnormal, but any sound other than Wang Fang was no different from noise in his ears, so he naturally had no time to think about the high hopes given to his shoulders, and he instinctively swung his fist at Wang Bang.

Wang Fang unexpectedly dodged and turned to Zheng Ding's back, and the dragon king smashed out, turning defense into attack and hitting Zheng Ding in the back of the head.

A picture of a broken watermelon flashed in Zheng Ding's mind, in order to prevent his head from becoming this open scoop of watermelon, Zheng Ding squatted down quickly, and also attacked and defended like a king, and threw a sweeping leg to the opponent's ankle.

Wang Bang was caught off guard and couldn't avoid it, and was thrown to the ground, but his psychological quality was as good as his physical fitness, and he didn't panic at all.

And Zheng Ding seemed to have rehearsed with him in advance, and as soon as he held up the dragon king's gong, Zheng Ding pressed it in a posture of pounceing on a hungry tiger. The huge impact that erupted at that moment forced Zheng Ding's steel body out of a big hole, and the blood started from the gap, and it only took a moment to stain most of his body red.

The battle between the two sides is changing rapidly, and it is very likely that the advantage of one second will turn into a disadvantage of the next, and it is never known who will have the upper hand until the last minute. Just like just now, in the eyes of others, it was obvious that Zheng Ding had put down Wang Zhan, but in the blink of an eyelid, Zheng Ding was made into a bloody man.

However, it was not only Yan Hui Xueding who was watching the battle that was surprised, but even Wang Zhan, who was in the middle of the battle, was also very surprised. At this moment, he had already gotten up and looked at Zheng Ding, who was still standing, with a monster-looking gaze: "If it were an ordinary person, I would have been stabbed through the body by the Dragon King this time." ”

Zheng Ding snorted coldly and re-put on his posture: "Nonsense! Am I an ordinary person?"

"Still fighting?" Wang Zhan was quite surprised, "With your current level, it is impossible to win against me, obediently admit defeat, and then be beaten to death by me with less suffering, no shame!"

"It seems that this is indeed the case!" Zheng Ding sighed after being silent for a long time, "Maybe outsiders can't see it, but I can't be clearer than I have fought with you, with my current state, although I can barely beat you in terms of reflexes, but my physical quality is far inferior to yours, this is not something that can be ascensed by a momentary epiphany, at first I naively thought that relying on the consciousness of the mind can make up for this shortcoming, and knock you down." But after fighting for so long, I finally realized that this idea is indeed a bit wishful thinking. ”

Although Yan Huixue and the others couldn't hear what they said specifically, through the aura shrouded in the heads of the two, they also clearly felt the unfavorable situation.

"Is this the end of it?" Ding Gou had even begun to imagine the scene when he was executed.

"It's such a nasty feeling. Zheng Ding continued to sigh.

"Understood!" Wang Fang smiled and slowly approached as a victor, "but you will be relieved in no time." ”

Unexpectedly, Zheng Ding gave him a sharp look, a look that definitely didn't look like giving up resistance and resigning to fate: "No, you don't understand! The bad feeling I said is not the feeling of being unable to defeat the opponent, but the feeling of rushing ducks to the shelves before fully digesting the new move, and about to put it into actual combat, the same is the Flame Fist last time, and this time too!"

Yan Huixue in the distance also clearly felt the confident light on Zheng Ding's body, and hurriedly shook Lei Nana and Xin Chen, who were still depressed, in turn: "Look at it carefully, I dare to pack a ticket, this fake king wants a cup!"

Although Wang Fang was sentenced to death in Yan Huixue's mouth, he didn't think so, but felt a little funny: "Interesting, so interesting! You just admitted that the bottleneck of your physique can't be broken through just by consciousness, so where do you have the confidence to face me now?"

Zheng Ding was not in a hurry to answer, and threw a look at him: "Why don't you try it yourself?"

"So it's mysterious!" Wang Bang obviously didn't believe that Zheng Ding could have any other way to return to the sky, so he didn't say much, and in a hurry, the dragon king swept over with a dull wind. This trick seems to be unremarkable, but because of this, it gives people a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain, strong and strong, as if it can freeze the enemy's breath.

But Zheng Ding was also calm, until the opponent's weapon arrived in front of him, he bent his knees, quickly turned over the top of Wang Fang's head, and threw a fist on his shoulder before landing.

Wang Bang was beaten to a stumbling point, and he took several steps in a row to avoid falling, and when he turned around, his eyes had completely changed, full of surprise: "How could this be? How did you do it?"

However, Zheng Ding didn't seem to have the will to solve his doubts, and after landing, there was another ejection, and his body shot at Wang Bang like lightning, Wang Zhan was just about to swing a counterattack in shock, but Zheng Ding swept his waist one step ahead and flew several meters away.

"Impossible! This power, this body, this can't be exerted by that stinky boy!" Wang Bang struggled to his feet, shaking his head like a rattle.

Seeing that Zheng Ding had already posed with a punch again, Wang Fang was also furious, and his left foot was wrapped around a large amount of Lan Li and stepped down fiercely, as if he was stepping on tofu, and inserted it deeply into the jade floor tiles, and then his right foot also concocted "deep quagmire" in the same way, holding his hands and shouting: "Come on!"

The corners of Zheng Ding's mouth rose slightly, and the lightning shot came, and it was directly smashed on the Dragon King Gong that had gathered the strength of Wang Zhan's whole body.

This unbridled clash of forces was like a bomb exploding, releasing a huge shock wave that oppressed the eyes of the spectators. And at the core of that shock wave, the jade under Wang Zhan's feet, along with the little hope left in his heart, was shattered into slag, and his body was blown out again.

"Sister Xue, Brother Ding seems to have changed as a person, but I can't see the difference between the specific and just now......" Xin Chen also felt that there was something changed in Zheng Ding's body.

"It's speed!" Ding Goudao, who had been carried to the side by the soldiers, "This kid's speed is at least two or three times that of just now, and it is said that the world's martial arts, only fast is not broken, the advantage of speed is not only reflected in the time of dodging the opponent's attack, but also in the time of attacking the opponent, the faster the speed, the greater the damage caused! His current speed is obviously beyond his real level, how did he do it?"

"Yes, how did he do it?" After Wang Fang and Ding Gou, Yan Huixue also asked this question in the air.

At this moment, she still doesn't understand that the reason why Zheng Ding has such a hanging-like change is ultimately due to the inspiration given by her Yan Huixue, just like the original Flame Fist. She also didn't think that the intention of Zheng Ding a few days ago when he mysteriously asked him about the magic principles of the other three systems except for the fire system, and the smug look in his eyes when he heard that the wind system was just throwing Lan Li out at high speed, would have something to do with today's new skills.

That's right, after the fire system, Zheng Ding stretched out his "claws" to the wind system at this moment, and just like when he created the Flame Fist, he skipped the step of locking with the external Lan force, directly gathered the Lan force on his hands and feet, and then threw it out at high speed, with the help of that powerful reverse thrust to achieve a speed leap.

It's just the same as the shortcomings of the Flame Fist, the transformation in exchange for this operation still can't jump out of the spell of a short duration, just like a high-speed flying fighter jet, the normal amount of fuel is enough to ensure its several hours of sailing, but in order to fly faster, the pilot turned on the afterburner and directly injected fuel, so it didn't take a few minutes to run out of power?

Of course, Wang Zhan didn't know about this bug, but even if he knew, what could he do. In the face of Zheng Ding, whose strength suddenly skyrocketed, where could he still hold on until the moment when the opponent's Lan power was exhausted? If he could still find a way to resolve it in the face of the high temperature of the Flame Fist, the high speed of the Wind Fist (here is a harmless little spoiler), he was completely out of line, because it was beyond the existence of his reflex nerves, and the real damage on his body.

"Oh yes, you asked me how I did it. I won't tell you this, because countless experiences have shown that if a person gives up his attack and explains the ins and outs of the situation when he is sure of victory, then he is not far from death!" Zheng Ding looked at Wang Zhan, who was beaten by himself in an instant, and frowned in embarrassment, "But in order to make you less regretful, I can tell you the name of my new move, it is called Wind Fist!"