Seeing this, Senju's expression also became solemn.

"Play, let's go!"

With the host's order.

Qianju's body suddenly moved, and he rushed towards Ling Jiuqiu.

At the same time, his blood-red true qi gushed out all over his body, quickly outlining into a burly ape phantom, and his arms smashed down towards Ling Jiuqiu's head like pillars of steel.

Xuan-level martial soul - King Kong Ape!

In addition to the unknown mutated martial souls, among the three series and five types of martial souls of the same level, the body of the King Kong Ape can be called the strongest, and the explosion of strength is only the overlord martial soul and several divine martial souls.

"Die!"

A thousand hands shouted violently.

Ling Jiuqiu was not moved at all, activated the Soul Refining Ding and the Fire Element at the same time, and rushed straight towards the opponent.

The four fists collided violently.

The next moment.

The tall body of Qianshou suddenly took a few steps back, and his clenched fists couldn't help but let go, and his ten fingers trembled faintly.

"What a strong force!"

A thousand hands were horrified.

As everyone knows, Ling Jiuqiu is a heaven-level low-grade mutated martial soul, and his level is five levels higher than his Xuan-level middle-grade Vajra Ape!

What's more, this kind of thing is known for its sturdiness and heaviness, and in a certain period of time, it was even used as a measure word to describe great strength.

In the words "Ding", "Ding" represents a powerful force.

The cultivation of the two of them is the same True Qi Realm Triple, but the difference in martial souls is too great, so that the martial arts of a thousand hands can be called perfect, and it is not enough to make up for the gap between the two.

What Qianshou didn't know was that in order to properly keep the hole cards, Ling Jiuqiu only made seventy percent of the strength of this blow.

Seeing that Ling Jiuqiu had a clear advantage, and there was a hint of horror on Qianshou's face, many viewers immediately turned against each other and excitedly shouted for Ling Jiuqiu.

"Chiyan, come on!"

"Kill a thousand hands! Tear him to shreds! ”

"You thousand hands, you are a waste, you can't even win a teenage child, let me die!"

“……”

In the Happo Martial Arts Arena, the audience's stance can change at any time.

After all, their previous taunt was not to look at Jiuqiu's eyes, but simply wanted to see the bloody and exciting scenes.

Now, Ling Jiuqiu's performance was unexpected, and everyone knew that this might be another top powerhouse, so they were naturally excited.

They only cheer for the winner!

In the ring.

After Ling Jiuqiu repelled the opponent with a punch, he kicked his feet and chased after him non-stop.

The right hand is in the palm of the hand, and the true qi in the body runs at a high speed in a special route, and finally gathers on the two palms.

The blood-colored true qi was particularly strong on the right hand.

Falling Star Sword!

This is the first time that Jiuqiu has activated his martial soul in actual combat, and at the same time, he has gone all out to display his martial arts.

The true qi in the body is quickly consumed.

Seeing this, Qianshou's face suddenly changed greatly.

The other party just broke out the martial spirit, and he couldn't bear it, and now with the explosion of the superimposed martial arts, it was even more impossible for him to bear it.

"Hide! Hold on for three minutes! ”

Qianshou gritted his teeth, his body moved, and he hurriedly dodged the palm that Ling Jiuqiu had chopped.

According to the rules of the Bafang Martial Arts Arena, once you are on the field, you are not allowed to admit defeat within three minutes.

In fact, many fighters died tragically in the ring because of this rule, and even some people took pleasure in abusing people, and their opponents could not escape it.

Therefore, this is also known as the three minutes of death.

Qianshou's plan was to survive the death for three minutes first, and then try to fight Ling Jiuqiu, so that if he was defeated, he could admit defeat at any time and save his life.

This tactic is also quite common in the ring.

"Flee from what? Let's fight! ”

Ling Jiuqiu's palms sometimes slapped, like a sledgehammer that opened mountains and cracked stones, and sometimes slashed, and like a sharp and incomparable broadsword.

His offensive was continuous, and he seemed to have completely ignored the defense and the loss of true qi, and pursued after Qianshou closely.

This crazy offensive not only made Qianshou's scalp numb, but also made the surrounding audience jaw-dropping.

No one thought in advance that this young man, who looked extremely immature and thin, would be so violent and fierce in battle.

Thousand Hands dodged thrillingly again and again, but he knew in his heart that under the continuous fierce attacks of the other party, if he only cared about dodging, the final result would only be defeat.

The next moment.

Qianshou's face turned ruthless, and he had a determination in his heart.

"In that case, I'd like to see who is more resistant to beating!"

He paused at his feet, abruptly stopped his retreat, grabbed his right palm with his left hand at Ling Jiuqiu's attack, and his right hand clenched his fist and slammed forward!

He wants to exchange injuries with Ling Jiuqiu!

The truth was indeed as he expected, in the case of his sudden change of moves, it seemed that Jiuqiu had no time to dodge at all, so he could only choose to fight hard.

He also took advantage of the length of his hand and took the lead in smashing Ling Jiuqiu's chest with one punch.

But the result was completely unexpected.

This punch was like hitting Hong Zhong Da Lu, and there was only a deep and heavy touch in his hand, and a low muffled sound.

"The defense is so strong!"

Just as this thought popped into Qianshou's mind, Ling Jiuqiu's palm had already broken through the resistance of his left hand and was also imprinted on his chest.

"Bump!"

With a dull crashing sound, Senju only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and several ribs made a crisp and clear cracking sound.

The powerful defense of the Vajra Ape, which he was so proud of, was so easily broken under the palm of the opponent's hand.

Thousand hands spat blood from their mouths and flew out upside down, their eyes still widening in disbelief.

"Roar! Come on! Kill him! ”

The audience chanted excitedly.

The faces of the dozens of people in the waiting area were solemn, and their eyes were firmly locked on Ling Jiuqiu's thin body.

"With the strength of a thousand hands, he is likely to impact the star fighter, he is probably stronger than most of us, but now he is easily defeated in the hands of Chi Yan."

"This kid is really not simple."

"But what is that martial soul of his? Is it a double martial spirit? Or a big tripod with a flame burning? ”

While everyone was discussing, Ling Jiuqiu did not have the slightest intention of letting go of the thousand hands, and as soon as his feet moved, he chased after him closely.

Qianshou's body had just landed, and Ling Jiuqiu had already come to him, and a palm knife slammed down.

Qianshou couldn't help but look shocked, and a lazy donkey rolled and hurriedly dodged to the side.

"Boom!"

Ling Jiuqiu's palm fell to the ground, splitting out an obvious crack like a knife and an axe.

missed the blow, causing Jiuqiu to chase after him non-stop, so that the other party didn't even have a chance to get up and fight back, so he could only turn over and over on the ground.

Qianshou, who originally loved face very much, now didn't care about how embarrassed his posture was, he just dodged around in a hurry, until he was grabbed by Ling Jiuqiu's calf.

"I throw in the towel! Wait......"

Senju opened his mouth in horror and conceded defeat.

But Ling Jiuqiu didn't pay attention to it at all, and slashed the opponent's knee with a palm knife, and when he couldn't bear the severe pain, he pulled the other party in front of him.

The Falling Star Palm Knife stabbed the opponent in the neck several times at a very fast speed, until the neck was poked into a mess of flesh, and then the palm slapped on the opponent's head.

Refining the Soul Ding, plundering!