But the path Yang Ning took was not the same as theirs.

And a hundred-zhang space can only accommodate two people at most, and when the two are fighting, even the Daluo Immortal can't break through the barrier.

And every time Yang Ning went to a hundred zhang space, after the victory, he left directly, and for a while, many Tianjiao wanted to target, but there was no way.

However, the forty-ninth throne is different, because here, there is one person.

"He's ...... dead"

"Let him be arrogant." Yang Ning started to challenge from the last throne, singing all the way, without tasting a single defeat, which is tantamount to a naked slap in the face for those Tianjiao outside Surabaya.

Every time the palace is opened, hundreds of thrones, except for a few thrones, the entire hall is occupied by Liangzhou geniuses outside Surabaya, but now, they are actually challenged by one person to half of the thrones, which makes these Tianjiao, who came from outside Surabaya, and whose eyes are above the top, how can they bear it.

Unacceptable.

However, there was nowhere to vent, because Yang Ning would not stay in any hundred zhang space, as if he was a killing machine.

"The throne here belongs to one person alone, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, for nearly ten consecutive sessions, 1,200 years."

"The King of Fighters." One called out the name of the throne here.

"The boxing family, a stubborn and arrogant family, every time the palace is opened, it only occupies this one throne, and the others are indifferent, it seems that this place has become a mark engraved in the bones."

"I don't know if this generation of boxing champions can continue the myth?"

"Definitely."

"It is rumored that this generation of boxing champions has surpassed the sages, and they are standing at the top of the younger generation in Liangzhou, even if they are Qingzhen and Jiang Che and others, they can't be said to be completely victorious."

"So, Yang Ning will be defeated?"

"Surely we will die."

Yang Ning has already stepped into the Baizhang space.

In the eye, a person sat alone on the throne, very calm, obviously had begun to contact the throne, the final transformation of the royal qi, a looming dragon hovering.

Yang Ning walked in the space, and there was no outgoing breath in his body, it seemed that the two of them were like ordinary people, and as Yang Ning approached, the distance continued to shrink.

On the throne, this person has an ordinary face and does not have anything outstanding, but Yang Ning still found that this person is different from others.

That is, this person actually wore a pair of fist gloves on his hands, and his fists naturally drooped and fell on the armrests of the throne.

When Yang Ning entered this space, the distance between him and the throne was only half, and Yang Ning could finally see who was on the throne.

He was the same age as himself, but from his calm body, Yang Ning saw amazing explosiveness.

"Yang Ning, come and challenge." This is the most calm time in the Baizhang space that Yang Ning entered, generally entering the Baizhang space, traveling less than half the distance, the person on the throne will wake up, but this person has no such signs at all.

The man on the throne didn't move. As if he was competing with Yang Ning in his heart, Jiaolong Qi swirled and rose above the throne.

"Yang Ning, come and challenge." Yang Ning pointed at the same point, and a sword intent followed his fingers and went straight to the throne.

Shout!

Like a cloud-piercing arrow, it instantly came to the throne.

Gloves. Moved.

It's still unremarkable.

But the sword intent was on the fist gauntlet, and there was only a crisp sound.

Bite!

Immediately afterward, there was no movement.

"I've heard of you." Yang Ning had to admit that this person was very arrogant, and at the beginning of entering the palace of the king, he went straight to the space of the king, and then there was no sound, and this space of the king was also very calm, it seemed that everyone was conventional, and believed that this place belonged to him.

But now......

Yang Ning continued: "Boshu the boxing champion. Coming from a family of boxers, it is said to have the ability to shake the heavens and the earth, but unfortunately, in my opinion, it is just a clown who jumps off the beam......"

Suddenly, Yang Ning felt a tightness in his body.

It turned out that Bo Shu's eyes opened, and his eyes were like electricity, falling on Yang Ning.

"Boshu, come to war." Yang Ning was not to be outdone, his eyes stared at Bo Shu.

"Rate me?" Boshu finally spoke, and stood up from the throne.

As Boshu got up, the throne was finally revealed.

This throne is not like the others, only a simple royal aura lingers, and the most important thing is that it is recessed on the backrest.

Yang Ning paid attention to it, and then his heart was also shocked.

The throne here can be said to be indestructible, even if it is his own killing sword, if he wants to leave traces, it is not usually possible to make a half-sword, but judging from the traces of the concave, these concave places can be regarded as left by fists.

In other words, these traces were all left by this boxing family.

It's scary.

Yang Ning had to admit that the strength of the person in front of him was very strong, and it would even be the strongest battle of his opponent after he entered the Fengwang Palace.

Yang Ning's gaze gradually became solemn.

Bo Shu seemed to know Yang Ning's mood, looked at Yang Ning, and continued: "Why are you afraid?" ”

Bo Shu took the initiative to let go of his body and completely exposed the throne to Yang Ning's gaze.

Immediately afterwards, Bo Shu pointed to a trace in the backrest, where the trace is slightly deeper than other traces, and on the trace, there is a lot of artistic conception, and even faintly, there is a rule lingering.

"This is what I left, have you decided to fight again?" Very arrogant, long hair hanging down, but it can't hide Boshu's arrogance.

Yang Ning's heart has returned to normal.

Bo Shu is indeed powerful, but this does not conflict with Yang Ning's desire to fight.

On the contrary, there was a vague fanaticism in Yang Ning's heart, and he seemed to want to leave some traces on it, but soon, Yang Ning suppressed his impulsive thoughts.

Yang Ning said calmly: "You are indeed very strong, but if you want me to change my original intention, you can't do it, not to mention surpassing your ancestors, it doesn't mean that you can surpass your peers." ”

Bo Shuqing is better than blue out of blue, in the eyes of many people, such glory is indeed a gimmick, but Yang Ning does not see it that way, this is a great world, not only many people agree with this point of view, but the most important thing is that the old Taoist priest he once met also said so, this is not groundless.

From an outsider's point of view, Bo Shu surpassed his ancestors and surpassed all the previous boxing champions, but this world is different.

"I've never thought of it like that, but come to think of it, it's still not a problem to defeat you." Boshu was furious.

The goal I have been working hard for is to surpass my ancestors and surpass my ancestors in the same period, but I was said by Yang Ning to be so worthless, and I also indirectly humiliated my ancestors, how can I bear it.

"Then practice makes sense." Yang Ning said calmly.

Bo Shu is angry, it doesn't mean that Yang Ning can be angry, the experience of the previous life, the experience of the previous life, is not comparable to Bo Shu.

"Fist - shocking the world." Tiger and tiger.

A sound broke through the air.

"Die!" At the same time, accompanied by Boshu's anger, fast, very fast.

Yang Ning was frightened, worthy of being a figure who could surpass his ancestors, but it was a pity that he was too arrogant.

Yang Ning dodged, and a punch passed by, leaving traces of fist wind on the green shirt.

"It's too slow......" Yang Ning reprimanded mercilessly, such a strong man, if he wants to defeat him, he must first defeat his arrogance.

"Fist - move the world." Looking back, Yang Ning couldn't avoid it.

Boom!

The sword is unsheathed.

Ever since entering this space, Yang Ning had been condensing his sword momentum, and finally reached its peak at this moment.

Sword drawing.

Twenty-three stacks.

Bite!

It's like thunder.

Reverberates throughout the entire space.

A sword slashed into the gloves, and the two shook at the same time. Relatively speaking, Yang Ning's sword is still stronger after all, and there is a sword mark left on the fist glove.

"Unforgivable." Bo Shu was furious, this is a fist that has been passed down by his family for thousands of years, and he was actually left with sword marks.

"Anger? It doesn't mean you can defeat the enemy. Yang Ning's face was extremely cold against the backdrop of the blood-colored sword light.

"Fist - roaring the world." The two fists moved, the fist intent was intertwined, the rules were mixed in, and the silver-white fist gloves were like a tiger descending, with boundless anger, and the roar continued.

Yang Ning didn't dare to be careless, although this punch was not enough for him to deal with with it with all his strength, but the terrifying rules still made Yang Ning feel dangerous.

Lore Sword.

In a short period of time, Yang Ning was unable to cast the Seven-Step Killing Sword, and the Seven-Step Killing Sword was already slightly less powerful at this moment, and this Killing Sword was born from the Seven-Step Killing Sword, but it was even more powerful.

This is also the result of Yang Ning's sword path constantly advancing, after all, the seven-step lore sword is only a Xuan-rank primary sword technique, and for these Tianjiao, the Xuan-level primary can no longer pose a threat to it.

Therefore, Yang Ning has been improving, because the explosive power of the seven-step lore sword is absolutely amazing, which is also the reason why Yang Ning is unwilling to give up.

In the roar, the silver-white iron fist, like a fierce tiger's roar, accompanied by the sound of the wind, collided with the killing sword again.

Bite!

Metallic trills reverberate. The two took dozens of steps backwards again.

"How is this possible?" The hall was once again filled with incredibleness.

Originally, I thought that the reason why this Yang Ning was able to fight fifty games in a row was only to rely on that one move to draw the sword, but now it seems that this is not the case, which makes it difficult for these Tianjiao from Liangzhou to accept it for a while.

"But I'm sure the king will be able to beat him."

"The boxing champion has surpassed his ancestors, and this strength can definitely be proud of the contemporary."

Against boxing champion Boshu, they have great confidence.

With the discussion of many Tianjiao, the two have collided dozens of times, but every time they collide, the two are almost evenly divided, and the unscrupulous spiritual power continues to lap on the surrounding barriers, stirring up Dao ripples, but these barriers, and the Fengwang Palace, have never been able to break the barrier since ancient times, unless it is beyond the peak power of the mountain building realm.

However, how could these cultivators who were only at the peak of the Mountain Building Realm Sixfold Realm reach it.

Between the collisions, sparks sputtered, like a flash flood, constantly swirling between the two.

The sword is even more blood-red, and the fist gloves are even more dazzling.

Boom!

Bite!

……

The battle between the two seemed to be inseparable for a while.

"This Yang Ning, don't you know that you are tired?" Everyone has finally realized a problem.

As everyone knows, Ling Tianjue's operation makes Yang Ning's recovery power different from ordinary people, and with the improvement of Yang Ning's kendo realm, it can be said that at any moment, Yang Ning can be at his peak.

"Fist - the dragon sings the world." Faintly, on top of a pair of fist gloves, two long dragons could be seen flying out.

"This is the soul of the dragon hidden in the fist?"

"It is rumored that the boxing king family detained two sixth-order peak dragons with strong strength and sealed them in the fist gloves, thinking that this is ......"

"Jiaolong, sixth-order peak?" Not only the Tianjiao outside Surabaya, but also the geniuses of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya also felt a hint of crisis at this moment.

Sixth-order peak, this is already equivalent to the strength of the peak of the Ninefold Realm of the Mountain Building Realm, although there is only a dragon soul, but with only the peak of the Sixfold Realm of the Mountain Building Realm, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist.

"Die." Bo Shu's anger finally subsided with the blast of this punch, because he was sure that no one in the same level could take this punch.

Although the strength of the Jiaolong Soul has greatly decreased after years of use, even if it is so, how can a Tianjiao who only has the peak of the sixfold realm of the mountain building realm be compared to the sixth-order peak fierce beast.

Roar!

The dragon groaned and shook, and the Baizhang space trembled even more.

One punch moves the mountains and rivers, and one punch flattens the world.

Yang Ning's face finally became solemn.

At the moment of punching, Yang Ning already had a premonition of the horror of this punch.

And as the sound of the dragon's groan sounded, Yang Ning knew that he couldn't hide it.

Otherwise, if this punch falls, I'm afraid that I will really be crushed into pulp.

"Broken Sword." Yang Ning roared.