The long stick has arrived, although Zhang Zheng's leg has bled out, but the momentum is even stronger In the past, although Gong Fan had the advantage, but at this moment, he stood concentrating, and did not dare to strike a blow easily.

Gong Fan has been looking at Zhang Zheng intently, trying to find the flaws in Zhang Zheng's guard, but it seems that although Zhang Zheng has not moved, his momentum has been galloping, and the long stick seems to be flowing, turning around himself, protecting the flaws that seem to be there and not in his body.

The long stick seemed to have a life, as if it was split into two with Zhang Zheng, and seemed to be one with him, replacing his injured foot, replacing his attacking hand, becoming a part of his body, although the long stick could be seen standing sideways, but it seemed to be invisible, from a tangible substance to an invisible illusion.

"Perfect!" This is the thought in Gong Fan's heart, his palms are already sweaty, but his body trembles with excitement, facing such a strong opponent, Gong Fan is both nervous and excited.

Clenched his fists and exhaled a breath of turbidity, Gong Fan's body had moved, since the opponent had no flaws, why not open a gap?

The body shape is still that kind of peculiar rhythm, even better than in the past, it seems to walk instead of walking, it seems to stop but not stopping, it seems to be facing forward, but it suddenly retreats, obviously about to lie down, but suddenly stands, and the body is bizarre to the point of incredible.

Suddenly, Gong Fan's hands moved again, and more than a dozen cold rays broke through the air in all directions, and his head, chest, abdomen, feet, back, and some dead corners that were difficult to take care of were all locked by the cold mang.

Every cold mang is full strength, leaving no room for the slightest, the masters compete with each other, and leave each other's hands, that is to be ruthless to themselves.

The cold continues, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of punches have been blasted out, the force is heavy and accurate, and every blow is unexpected, making people unable to guard against it, even if they are prevented, even if they have the heart, but they are powerless.

The audience next to the ring, looking at the dazzling cold light, couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

However, these dozens of cold rays burst out, and after a flash of fire or a dull sound appeared, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no sound.

Zhang Zheng slowly danced the long stick, as if practicing, as if thinking, Gong Fan's boxing moves were exhausted, the cold mangs were exhausted, but Zhang Zheng's defensive circle had not been broken in the slightest.

When Gong Fan let out the last cold light and disappeared into the firelight, the audience let out an exclamation again, but this time it was no longer an exclamation, but a cry of regret.

Most people thought that Gong Fan had exhausted his strength, but after this cold light disappeared, Gong Fan's hands were cold, and his hands quickly joined together, and he punched again.

A huge beast's claw with a cold glow burst out, just like a rainstorm of dark clouds, and now the rainstorm has stopped, the dark clouds have been removed, and the sun has appeared after a long absence.

The pouring rain can be stopped, but what about the scorching temperature?

Gong Fan's continuous attacks like a torrential rain before, Zhang Zheng didn't pay attention to it at all.

But these fists burst out, his eyes lit up, the long stick stopped swinging, his left foot stepped forward, his waist and abdomen twisted, and the long stick struck out towards the beast's claws with golden light, and the stick was halfway through, and the upper half of the long stick suddenly ignited a fire, and a red and a blue collided suddenly in the stunned eyes of everyone.

A wave of heat hit, and suddenly everyone's white robes bulged up, and their clothes flew up, like waves crashing on the reef.

Wen Huiqing stood on tiptoe, looked around, looked at the scene of the white robe flying, and couldn't help but say: "What beautiful waves!"

Hearing Wen Huiqing's muttering, Zhang Xiaojie also withdrew his gaze from staring at the ring, glanced at Wen Huiqing, then looked at the flying white robe, and then closed his eyes, as if he was silent in the world by the sea.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Yun Luotian grabbed Zhang Xiaojie, who was closing his eyes and meditating, and said loudly: "Don't desert me, the show has just begun!"

Zhang Xiaojie woke up suddenly, his face was red, he didn't speak, and hurriedly looked towards the stage, while Wen Huiqing glared at Yun Luotian and said, "You are really troublesome, you have no mood at all!" After speaking, he looked up at the ring.

At this moment, Zhang Zheng and Gong Fan were glued together, their steel claws against the long stick, their teeth were clenched, and beads of sweat from beans flowed down their cheeks, leaving a sweat stain on the white robe.

Everyone couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Zheng and the two, they didn't fight long before they threw away the complicated skill battle, and they went all out as soon as they came up, and the victory and defeat seemed to be in an instant, and no one wanted to miss this wonderful moment.

The two of them were still fighting hard in the ring, for a while it was Zhang Zheng who pressed Gong Fan down, and for a while it was Gong Fan who pushed Zhang Zheng back, and everyone's heads also swayed with the ups and downs of the two, as if it was themselves who were fighting on the stage, not Zhang Zheng and Gong Fan.

Suddenly, the ring under Gong Fan's feet cracked, Gong Fan's body immediately sank, and the long stick in his hand followed, at this critical moment, Gong Fan bent over and rolled, but he could avoid the long stick, only to hear the sound of "bang", the ring exploded again, the broken stone slabs scattered out, and then the dust raised shrouded the ring, and he couldn't see the situation in the ring for a while.

Qiu Bing came to Yunluotian in a flash, drew a circle with the sheath of the long sword in his hand, knocked down all the flying gravel, and said indifferently: "The movement of the fight is really big!"

Wen Huiqing looked at Qiu Bing, pursed her lips, and said, "This movement is as big as yours?"

Qiu Bing shrugged his shoulders slightly and said, "I didn't make it!"

Wen Huiqing snorted heavily and turned her head to look at the ring.

Gong Fan, who had just escaped the catastrophe, jumped up and bullied forward again, every punch was shrouded in the cold of the beast's claws, Zhang Zheng did not dare to slack off, the golden long stick lit up again to meet the flames, every time the red and blue collided, there would be gravel flying out of the ring, tumbling and tumbling for a long time, the victory was still not decided, but the ring was on the verge of collapse, and it would not take a few strokes for the ring to be completely destroyed.

The two fought again, and at the same time retreated, standing on the gravel on the edge of the ring, staring at each other, silent for a long time, as if thinking about making a move, and as if they were sympathizing with each other.

In the middle of the sound, Zhang Zheng turned the long stick behind his back and said: "You are very good, you are fully qualified to enter the promotion round, but this time there is only one place, and we are destined to only leave one person." ”

Gong Fan said: "I know. ”

Zhang Zheng let out a long sigh and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Gong Fan couldn't help but ask, "What's a pity?"

Zhang Zhengdao: "It's a pity that we are all too anxious, if we stagger it, I believe we will not be eliminated." ”

The crowd in the audience booed, listening to what Zhang Zheng said, it seemed that the two of them were at the top.

Qiu Bing glanced at Yun Luotian indifferently, and at the same time, Yun Luotian also felt Lin Chi's teasing gaze in the distance.

Gong Fan leaned down, put on an offensive posture, and said, "Since it has already begun, it is useless to think about this, why don't we have a good time?"

Zhang Zheng nodded and said, "It's exactly what I want!" After speaking, he stepped forward, if the person was off the string of the arrow, he waved the long stick with a scorching flame, and swept towards Gong Fan's head, Gong Fan's face remained unchanged, his body bowed down again, and the attack was dodged, the long stick just passed his back, Gong Fan twisted his waist, and kicked the stick head in the middle of a backspin.

Zhang Zheng's old strength has been exhausted, the new force has not been born, only to feel the huge force in his hand, the tiger's mouth shocked, the long stick took off when he landed, and immediately rose to the sky, Zhang Zheng was shocked, only to see Gong Fan jump on the ground with both hands, kick his feet suddenly, hurriedly hold his head and do a somersault, barely dodging this kick, but Gong Fan twisted his waist again, his body stopped at a low altitude incredibly, and a spinning kick kicked on Zhang Zheng's back, when he landed, Zhang Zheng spit out a mouthful of blood, and a huge force sent Zhang Zheng to the sky.

Gong Fan a squat jump, people rushed to the sky, the speed was still more than Zhang Zheng, and he was about to surpass Zhang Zheng, giving him a fatal blow, but Zhang Zheng, who was knocked away, suddenly stopped, and then his body rotated sharply, Gong Fan's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly put his hands on the top of his head, and his hands were just set up, and the sharp kick immediately kicked Gong Fan, who was rising, and Zhang Zheng himself rose sharply with the power of this kick, and instantly grabbed the long stick that was still climbing and still climbing, and at this time Gong Fan fell to the ground, and the dilapidated ring was razed to the ground in an instant。

The fragments scattered again, but at this time, except for a few people who appeared to shoot down the flying stones, everyone raised their heads to look at Zhang Zheng in the sky.

The long stick spun violently, and it was like a tornado blowing in the sky, and suddenly the flames suddenly ignited, forming a fire hovering above Zhang Zheng's head, making him hover in the air and looking proudly at Gong Fan under his feet.

Although Zhang Zheng hovered in the air, it was like a meteorite outside the sky, not falling, but fear came quietly.

Gong Fan, who was standing on the ground, was soaked with cold sweat, and in the face of the upcoming blow, he couldn't crack it, nor could he dodge, so he could only meet it head-on, but Zhang Zheng's volley hit took the advantage, which made him double the pressure.

At this time, the crowd also held their breath, the long sticks fluttering in the sky whirred, and the burning brazier seemed to replace the blazing roar on the head.

Gong Fan took a few breaths, stabilized his restless mind, and in dozens of surprised gazes, he slowly closed his eyes, his legs were slightly bent, and his hands swayed with his body in a peculiar rhythm.

Gong Fan's hands danced faster and faster, more and more cold mang, and the skeleton of a fierce beast appeared around him in surprise, and then the cold mang burst out, at this moment he didn't seem to be competing, but like a painter, his fists replaced the brush, and he was meticulously sketching a perfect picture.

At the same time, Zhang Zheng's long stick spun faster and faster, and the flames became more and more vigorous, as if they had reached their peak.

"Look at the stick" shouted, with the momentum of wind and fire and thunder, Zhang Zheng raised the stick and slashed down, and at this time, Gong Fan's hands slapped suddenly, and a long howl resounded through the sky, Gong Fan had disappeared, replaced by a sky blue horizontal striped giant tiger prostrate on the ground, looking up at the giant flames falling from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the giant flame was halfway through, and the air around him seemed to suddenly rise a lot, and the people closest to the ring in the crowd were already dripping with sweat, and Yun Luotian, who was supporting Lei Daqiang, was already sweating.

At this moment, the tiger on the ground jumped up and threw itself into the flames with a wave of its huge claws.

"Boom!"

The huge impact sound, like the thunder in the sky, everyone only felt that their ears were buzzing, and they wanted to raise their hands to cover their ears, but the huge shock wave that followed was mixed with the heat wave, and the crowd suddenly staggered, like a reed in the turbulent wind, swaying endlessly, and the crowd that was originally tightly surrounded by a group of people was also scattered according to their personal cultivation, and the strong ones retreated slightly, and the weak ones were pushed far away, and almost fell, so the cultivation of everyone was clear at a glance.

In this huge shock wave, Qiu Bing and other players who advanced did not retreat a step, and Lei Daqiang, who was supported by Yun Luotian, took a step back with him unconsciously.

As a result, the faces of the people in the back row changed, and they were shocked at how Dugu Yun, who was a waste, could have such a cultivation.

But after thinking about it, Lei Daqiang pressed on Yun Luotian's shoulder, most likely the weight of the two resisted the shock wave, thinking of this, everyone's eyes looked at the two people who set off an uproar, at this time, the original ring was a pit slightly inferior to the No. 1 ring, the golden long stick was inserted horizontally on the wall, Zhang Zheng's head was full of blood, and the blood on his hands kept dripping, and the whole person sat on the stick pantingly, but at this time Gong Fan was nowhere to be found.

There was silence, and everyone held their breath again.

"Is Gong Fan dead or alive?" The competition reached the point of life and death, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.