As soon as Yang Tong jumped down from the ring, Feng Xiaobo greeted him and said with a look of adoration: "Yang Tong, your slow boxing technique is really so powerful?"

"It wasn't easy for me to win. Yang Tong shook his head, he didn't feel excited, but a little pressure, the first opponent of the total competition was so powerful, and the following is good? Fortunately, this competition gave me a new understanding of Taijiquan.

There is pressure to be motivated, Yang Tong is full of motivation now, Yang Tong rarely has such a strong motivation.

The one-eighth finals being held in the ring have all ended the game one by one, and the eight people who qualified for the next round of the competition were Yan Xiaodong of the first class, Xiao Jian of the fourth class, Yang Tong of the fifth class, Feng Jun of the sixth class, Di Xuanluo and Niu Yue of the seventh class, Zheng Meimei of the eighth class, and Lu Guang of the ninth class.

In the quarterfinals, Yan Xiaodong vs. Xiao Jian, Yang Tong vs. Feng Jun, Di Xuanluo vs. Zheng Meimei, Niu Yue vs. Lu Guang.

The game officially started half an hour later.

Yang Tong's first game ended early, so he had enough rest, he himself was not in a hurry, and he was chatting with Feng Xiaobo with or without a match. Feng Xiaobo was gloating and teasing the battle between Di Xuanluo and Zheng Meimei, which was the battle between the beautiful man and Nahe.

At this moment, Ge Yunfei walked over.

"Squad leader, why are you here. Feng Xiaobo watched Ge Yunfei come and hurriedly greeted. Ge Yunfei is the squad leader of Class 5, and he is quite popular in the class.

"It's nothing, just come and talk to Yang Tong. Ge Yunfei replied with a smile, "Yang Tong, you are the only one left in our fifth class, you have to come on." Your next opponent is not simple, his palm is called "Divine Sword Palm", which is adapted from swordsmanship, as fast as wind and lightning, as sharp as a divine weapon, and cannot be prevented. ”

When Yang Tong heard Ge Yunfei's words, he nodded with a serious face and thanked: "Thank you for telling me, I will be careful." For the opponent in the next game, Yang Tong naturally attaches great importance to it, because he doesn't want to lose. Moreover, Yang Tong knew that Feng Jun and Feng Jun were twin brothers, and the number of martial arts paths was about the same, and Feng Jun was defeated by Emperor Xuanluo. If he can't even beat Feng Jun, then won't this champion have his own share?

Feng Jun naturally had acquaintances over there who informed Yang Tong of some of his strength.

"Fellow contestants, get ready to take your seat. At this moment, the sound announcing that the game was about to start sounded, and the originally noisy stadium suddenly fell silent.

"Yang Tong, come on!" Feng Xiaobo handed the water bottle to Yang Tong, patted Yang Tong on the shoulder and said.

Yang Tong nodded, took a sip of water, returned the bottle to Feng Xiaobo, and jumped into the ring.

Feng Jun was a tall, thin and cold young man, and under the auspices of the referee, the two sides saluted each other and put on their own positions.

"Let's go!" the referee announced with a wave of his hand.

"My palm technique is in the name of the Excalibur, look at it, take it!" Feng Jun attacked as soon as he came up.

Although Yang Tong reacted in time to dodge, he didn't expect Feng Jun's palm technique to be so weird. The general palm technique is mainly "shooting", and the palm is the strongest place in attack, but Feng Jun's palm technique is mainly based on "insertion", which is extremely penetrating, and is good at finding the enemy's flaws.

After dodging a few moves and parrying more than a dozen moves, Yang Tong finally adapted to this palm technique, found the center of gravity of the palm technique, and directly broke the root of its strength, cut off its root, and borrowed its strength.

Feng Jun has been in the upper hand since he gained the opportunity to attack strongly, but suddenly he felt a strange force, and after luring his strength away, he returned it, and suddenly there was an awkward feeling of punching Mianhua. Feng Jun wanted to withdraw his arms, but found that he was stuck by his opponent and couldn't take them back.

Feng Jun made a quick decision, kicked at the place where the two fists met, forcefully withdrew the move, and took two steps back.

"Good boxing technique, come again!" Feng Jun somewhat understood the effect of Yang Tong's boxing technique, and suddenly his surname was Dasheng.

"Divine Sword Falls British!" Feng Jun knew that he couldn't entangle with Yang Tong, Yang Tong's boxing technique borrowed strength, and if it dragged on, he would be defeated sooner or later, so it was better to win or lose with one move. This move is the most powerful of the Excalibur Palms.

Yang Tong's surroundings were immediately overwhelmed by countless palm shadows, like falling flowers, and he couldn't distinguish between virtual and real. It seems that every palm shadow has deadly penetrating and lethal power.

Yang Tong was speechless, in the face of this unreasonable move, it was really a bit troublesome.

Tai Chi is round, like a seal!

Yang Tong used eight points of force, and he himself was divided into several figures, his tricks seemed to be slow and fast, and countless arm shadows formed a "circle", which blocked the penetration of countless palm shadows, and difficult to introduce the opponent's power into the "circle".

Feng Jun couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that he couldn't attack for a long time.

You must know that even he can't use it for too long, and the consumption of this move is very large. But he knows that the pressure on his opponent is also not small, because if he holds for a long time, he will lose, and as time goes by, the pressure will inevitably increase greatly, and now it depends on who can't hold on first.

Yang Tong does have a huge pressure, if he can't hold it, defeat is certain, but it is not like the increasing pressure in Feng Jun's imagination, in fact, as time goes by, Yang Tong can borrow more and more power and resist the power of resistance, and naturally it is more and more relaxed.

The two of them held each other for about five minutes, and Feng Jun finally couldn't support it anymore, and his strength and speed began to decline.

Yang Tong saw the opportunity, and with a "collapse" formula, he released all the power accumulated in the "circle" at one time.

Feng Jun reacted extremely quickly, withdrew his strength and moves, and mustered up the remaining strength to meet Yang Tong's palms, and the two of them exchanged palms.

"Boom-"

Yang Tong was knocked back three steps, but Feng Jun was directly knocked five meters away, and fell to the ground, sweating like rain, as if he was out of breath, obviously consumed too much, plus the last blow, the internal organs will inevitably be injured.

"1, 2, 3, 4......" The referee started counting seconds.

Yang Tong stood in place and didn't move, but he had more understanding in his heart, everything has a limit, if Feng Jun's palm penetration and speed exceeded Yang Tong's nerve reaction speed, even if Tai Chi was exquisite, it couldn't be stopped.

Just now, it was Feng Jun's speed that did not exceed Yang Tong's nerve reaction speed, and he was completely aware of the number of paths, so that he could perfectly defend it.

"9, 10! Yang Tongsheng!" the referee announced loudly, and at the same time, several school doctors came up to give Feng Jun a careful examination.

"It's okay, it's just a loss of strength, and there are some concussions in the internal organs, and it's okay. "After the school doctor examined him, he carried the person down.

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