"Brother Pengyun, are you scared?"

Hong Sheng deliberately provoked.

But Gong Pengyun didn't say a word, he just flipped his hand and shot a flying needle.

The needle speed was extremely fast, forcing Hong Sheng to dodge carefully.

Before the innate time, the only far-reaching trick of Yanliugong was the Fire Cloud Palm.

However, this move is a battle formation killing method, the attack range is large, but the speed is not fast, and it is not easy to use in the face of opponents with similar cultivation.

Hong Sheng can only press forward.

In the continuous purple rain, he opened the way with a soldering iron hand, constantly closing the distance.

The gas needle occasionally hit, but there was no blood, only silently submerged into the flesh.

The rammed earth blasted up the smoke and dust.

Hong Sheng burst into kicks, putting his opponent within range of his punches and kicks.

The bow was opened left and right, and in the blink of an eye, three rounds of hooks were connected, which were blocked by Gong Pengyun with his palm, forearm, and shoulder.

After three muffled sounds, Hong Sheng slid up and hit his opponent's lower abdomen.

There was a footprint on the plain white clothes at first, and then the charred yellow spontaneously combusted and instantly ashed.

The two separated again.

Gong Pengyun slid back a few meters, his cheek muscles trembled, and he was obviously in pain.

A soldering iron hand with a high temperature of 1,000 degrees can still cause damage even if it is only briefly exposed under the isolation of true qi.

After a breath, the battle resumed.

In dozens of rounds of continuous fighting, Gong Pengyun has been passively beaten, and he has fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

Later, the onlookers already felt that their side would win, and every time Hong Sheng punched and kicked, it immediately caused cheers and cheers.

But in fact, the penetration of Xuanyin True Qi is also accumulating.

The fire cloud came out and forced him to move.

Hong Sheng walked short for a moment, his fists were as hot as fire, and he was pressed in front of his opponent.

Just when the anger was fierce and the hair was raised, Gong Pengyun saw an opportunity to win.

"Eclipse, erupt!"

His hands were sealed, and he roared violently, activating all the Xuanyin True Qi in his opponent's body in an instant.

Severe pain spread from multiple parts of Hong Sheng's body.

Especially the arms, not only is the real qi not smooth, but the pain is so thick that it is impossible to resist it with will.

The punch had been swung out, and it was only three steps away from the target, but Hong Sheng couldn't suppress his cry and staggered to a stop.

"Isn't it comfortable?"

Gong Pengyun asked with a soft smile, and stepped up with a kick.

Hong Sheng was unable to defend and was blasted back three meters.

His face was lowered, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

But he still wouldn't fall.

"Xuanyin True Qi acts on the meridians, and the severe pain caused by it cannot be resisted by human beings."

Seeing this, Gong Pengyun's face was slightly solemn, and he persuaded him.

"What you can't move, it's over."

Under the deathly gaze of everyone, he casually tore off his burnt sleeves and stepped forward with his bare arms, intending to make up for the final blow.

At this moment, Hong Sheng suddenly burst out.

Ten percent of the forceful flying knee hit the opponent's defenseless right upper abdomen.

The liver area was hit, and the pain was like a raging wave, which destroyed Gong Pengyun to the ground.

The victory and defeat reversed again, and many viewers were ecstatic.

"You, how did you do that?"

Gong Pengyun pressed his chest and abdomen, and worked hard several times before he finished the question.

"The Secret Technique of Yanliu Gong - Burning Pain."

Hong Sheng stood up straight and replied, with no trace of pain on his face.

"Grilling the inside and outside of your own skin and flesh fascia with gentle fire can stop the pain immediately."

Most of the people in the audience had heard of this killing method for the first time, and they were full of discussion and curiosity.

However, Hong Fanfu had already guessed the principle as soon as he heard it.

It is nothing more than burning the free nerve endings in the designated area with the strength of the inflammatory flow, artificially blocking the perception of pain.

In past lives, mass incineration of nerves can lead to irreversible sequelae.

However, the physical strength of the martial arts of the Pure Realm Realm, with the appropriate injury medicine, it should not be difficult to recover as before.

In the commotion, Gong Pengyun was helped down by Gong Mingyuan.

Xuanyin True Qi is known as the "Plum Rain Dark Tide", and it is very good at hiding after the invasion, and it is also very difficult to remove.

Generally speaking, once a martial artist is hit, he must meditate and look inward before he can completely solve it.

Therefore, Gong Zi'an did not give Hong Sheng any chance to adjust his breath and immediately played.

His tactics are the same as Gong Pengyun's.

Fight long distances with Xuanyin Qi needles.

On the other side, Hong Sheng's upper limbs were useless, and he couldn't even use the Huoyun Palm at this time, so he could only charge blindly with his arms down.

With the advantage of his peak strength, although he once forced his opponent to dodge in embarrassment with his legs, he was hit by qi needles all the time.

After ten rounds, the fire gradually weakened, and the two declined and three exhausted.

Hong Sheng still fought fiercely until Hong Jian spoke out.

"Ah Sheng, that's enough."

"The longer the Xuanyin True Qi remains in the meridians, the greater the damage will be caused."

"Come down."

Hong Sheng finally slowed down and staggered a few steps before he could stand firm.

"Zi'an Gongzi, I lost."

He exhaled deeply and conceded defeat.

No matter which side the spectators are supporting, they do not hesitate to applaud at this time.

Gong Zi'an also silently hugged his fists and sent him off.

He was only slightly injured, and he consumed about thirty percent of his true qi.

The next appearance of the Hong family is Hong Amnesty.

This matchup is particularly crucial.

In the judgment of the people of Jinhai, Hong Sheng is definitely not inferior to Gong Pengyun, and Hong Fan will most likely surpass Gong Puhe in terms of real combat power.

The biggest gap between the two sides lies in the middle of the period.

Although Hong Yu is the second among the younger generation of the Hong family, he is already twenty-two years old.

In terms of talent, not to mention that compared with the two brothers, he is even inferior to Gao Junxia.

In the eyes of everyone, Hong Yu tightened his sleeves and saluted his opponent.

Miyako Ann has a lot of combat experience.

Coupled with the double disadvantage of cultivation and skill grade, Hong Yu's chance of winning is very small.

But he wasn't flustered.

Just now, Hong Fan had privately explained the eight-character policy with his clan brother - bombing indiscriminately, exchanging injuries for injuries.

Xuanyin Zhengong takes the path of water drops and stones.

The more cautious Hong Yu is, the more Gong Zi'an will be like a fish in water.

Only if you come up and go all out, maybe you can consume a few more points of the latter.

"Jin Haihong's family, Hong pardon."

After the name was revealed, Hong Yu's ten fingers were clenched into a pair of fists, and the Yanliu True Qi was densely spread throughout his arms.

The 600-degree heat distorts the air in an instant.

With five times the consumption of the normal soldering iron hand, he shouted and rushed forward, pressing forward with an all-out and defenseless attitude.

Gong Zi'an was slightly caught off guard.

It's just that in terms of strength and speed, he is far superior to Hong Yu after all.

Between advancing and retreating, Gong Zi An saw the move, and actually blocked every attack with a Yin flow hand.

The battle lasted more than a dozen rounds.

In the end, Hong Yu was not tortured by the erosion, but was knocked to the ground by his fists and feet, unable to get up again.

The price Gong Zi'an paid was two moderate burns, as well as forty percent true qi consumption.

There was silence on the sidelines of the martial arts arena.

Only Gong Mingyuan led a few outsiders to smile and applaud.

Hong Fan is the only one left in the Hong family.

Many people's faces are already hard to look at.

Not long after Kwon Huarong's immovable defeat, Hong Fan's cultivation progress is not a secret.

At that time, it was nine serious and consummating, and ten were one line off.

Now it's only past the dawn of the sun, and I'm able to penetrate the tenth canon.

Even if you count the sand world, if you want to say that Hong Fan has the possibility of defeating the peak of ordinary penetration, no one will believe it.

But to fight against the three veins, it must be very insufficient.

"I have heard of the world name of Jin Haisha for a long time, and it is a great honor for Zi'an to be able to fight with Hong Fan Gongzi today."

Gong Zi'an slightly sorted out his appearance, and said loudly to the audience.

At this time, he lost two people in a row, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and his words carried some urging.

When Hong Fan heard this, he lowered his head, and after looking at Hong Jian, Hong Li, Hong Wu and others, he finally walked down slowly.

(End of chapter)