Jiangbian Liu looked at it carefully, and saw that Yan Chuang's 'tiger-shaped splitting fist' was done in one go, as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder. A punch and a kick broke through the air, and each blow shook the air, and Wang Zheng, who was slashing straight in, was defeated and retreated one by one, and retreated twenty or thirty steps before finally stabilizing.

Then, the 'Dragon-Shaped' together, and the strength increased again, and only then did he finally adapt to Yan Chuang's new moves, adapt to the 'Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist', and gradually began to fight back again.

Serpentine Drill Punch!

Tiger Split!

finally forced Wang Zhengyi's 'dragon shape' out.

At this point, in boxing, Wang Zhengyi has reached the limit.

Yan Chuang seemed to be deliberately trying to force Wang Zhengyi's limit, and after Wang Zhengyi was a little used to the 'tiger-shaped splitting fist', after he stabilized a little, the offensive immediately changed again-

"Serpentine!"

"Tiger shape!"

"Drill punch!"

"Split fist!"

But in the middle of the scene, Yan Chuang jumped and moved, light and calm. When you sweep the ground and pounce with force, it is like a thunderbolt rolling down and a lightning strike.

Soft with rigid, rigid with soft.

Hiss~

Roar roar roar ~

The sound comes out at your fingertips!

Wrong!

This is not a 'snake drill fist', it is not a 'tiger splitting fist'.

Wrong wrong!

This is still a 'snake drill fist' or a 'tiger split fist'.

"It's—"

Jiangbian Liu looked at it for a while, and finally determined: "This is to practice the 'Serpentine Drill Boxing' and 'Tiger Splitting Boxing' to a very skilled and profound level, and they can be easily transformed and even combined for their own use!" ”

No trace!

Superb!

"This son is a great talent!"

"I might as well too!"

The riverside willow sighs to himself!

……

Rumble!

In the ring, Yan Chuang's whole body knuckle muscles trembled slightly, and the sound he made was like a muffled thunder rolling through the sky, and the aftermath was endless.

"Hah!"

Suddenly, the exhalation began.

Yan Chuang stepped forward violently, the clothes on his body rattled, and a pair of iron fists broke through the air.

Thundered!

It was like thunder rolling by, like a sledgehammer striking a bell, Yan Chuang was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and like a giant elephant in the forest, punch after punch hit Wang Zhengyi's body like a head.

"Hum~"

"Buzz~"

Wang Zheng felt that his eardrum vibrated and buzzed, and the whole person was stunned by Yan Chuang's blow, and his feet were soft, and he unconsciously retreated, retreating again and again.

Wait for him to come back to his senses.

Wait for him to stop.

Bang!

After turning his head, he saw that one foot was already on the edge of the ring battle zone, and he was about to be out of the game half a step back.

"It's dangerous!"

Wang Zheng looked up again, only to see that Yan Chuang stood still and did not pursue after the blow, otherwise, he was afraid that he would be knocked out of the ring before he had time to take out the 'mirage bead'.

This is Yan Chuang's hand.

It is also strange that Wang Zhengyi saw Yan Chuang's exquisite boxing skills, a set of 'Xingyi Fist' even only performed the 'Snake Shape' in the 'Twelve Shapes', the 'Tiger Shape' and the 'Drill Fist' and 'Split Fist' in the 'Five Elements Fist', which were already extremely exquisite, making him immersed and even forget the competition, forget the victory and defeat, and even forget the life and death.

Until now, I finally woke up.

"Now is not the time to see and ask for advice."

Wang Zhengyi threw his hand at Yan Chuang: "Thank you, Brother Yan, for keeping your hand." ”

"I'm about to see Brother Wang's magic weapon!"

Yan Chuang laughed and groaned.

The voice fell.

As soon as Wang Zheng took out a mirage bead from his arms, his qi and blood surged, and the fog suddenly rose.

The sky is cloudy and foggy, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance.

Yan Chuang!

It's like falling into a fairyland!

……

"Mirage."

This is the third time Yan Chuang has seen Wang Zhengyi perform the 'Mirage', and it is the second time he has been in the fog.

The fog was thick.

I can't see my fingers.

If nothing else, the next mirage, all kinds of strange scenes and visions will emerge, accompanied by various sounds that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, immersive, immersive sound, making people unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

For example, at this time-

Whoa!

The water is moving.

In a trance, Yan Chuang suddenly found himself as if he had fallen into a lake, drowning in the water, and there were water weeds in all directions, the water flow was oppressive, and the water weeds were entangled, making him rare to be free, unable to move and stretch.

Jeopardy!

Jeopardy!

Yan Chuang hurriedly transported the 'Zixia Divine Skill', his ears and eyes were clear when his face was covered with purple qi, and in the blink of an eye, he saw that what was oppressing him was a cloud of flowing mist, and what was entangled around him was a wisp of flowing mist.

It's all fog!

It's all fake!

Boom!

Yan Chuang fixed the divine sword in his hand, secretly lucked the 'Zixia Divine Skill', and the 'Zixia Divine Skill' urged by the 'Yijin Sutra' was deeper up, Yan Chuang was in the fog, his eyes were no longer black, and he could barely see in a square circle of the front and back, left and right, and his ears moved slightly, abandoning all noisy and phantom sounds, and carefully distinguishing the true from the false.

Immovable as a mountain!

Immovable as a mountain!

Immovable as a mountain!

As the saying goes, 'one movement is better than stillness', and in this case, static braking is always the best way to deal with it.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

Yan Chuang was very patient, so he stood still, and waited for Wang Zhengyi to attack.

Regardless of the changes, Yan Chuang remained unmoved.

When the fog is surging.

The landscape is constantly changing.

Suddenly.

Whoa!

Yan Chuang went to the bottom of the water again, and then to the bottom of the lake. This time, a whale beast and a turtle beast sprang out from front of him—

"Huh?"

This scene is familiar.

Yan Chuang had a good memory, and he reacted immediately, this was exactly the scene he saw in the waters of Nanyue Lake chasing the dragon beast with the 'Level 10 Clairvoyant Mirror' on the way to the Iron Arm Monkey Mountain in the Mountains and Seas.

It was strange at the time, but I didn't expect it to be repeated in front of my eyes at this time.

"Could it be that this 'mirage' of 'mirage' can still be derived from people's thoughts and even memories and subconscious?"

If this is the case, then this 'mirage' is not simple.

There is a memory dimension involved.

There is a level of consciousness involved.

Since it can be retrieved and derived, it may be possible to modify and tamper with it.

Yan Chuang was shocked.

In a trance, in an instant, the whale beast and the dragon beast had already arrived.

Needless to say –

This whale beast!

This dragonfish!

It must be fog again, and there is no real threat at all.

Yan Chuang did not move the eight winds, and still had to 'brake with static'.

However, at this moment, at the moment when the whale beast passed through the dragon, Yan Chuang's back was cold, and he hurriedly stabbed out a sword when his hair suddenly rose.

Look at this sword—

Whew!

So fast.

In a moment, he had stabbed two hundred and eighteen swords, each sword was divided into three, and there was only one move when the stab was made, and the wrist was shaking, but the sword move was divided into three.

This is exactly the most excellent swordsmanship in the 'Quanzhen Sword Technique', which is called 'One Qi Transformation and Three Clearings'.

Twenty-nine and eighteen swords!

Three out of fifty-four moves!

In an instant, the changes and catharsis were all pierced on the body of a 'dragon' beside the 'passing'.

Boom!

Boom Boom!

The dragon beast swayed, which was clearly in line with Yan Chuang's 'dragon shape'.

One move, one style, the same.

Well-informed in the back, lively in the waist, adjust the tendons and practice qi, seek straightness in the song, divide and combine the left and right, and connect into one breath.

It's the essence of 'Ray-shaped'!

Yan Chuang didn't have time to be surprised, compared to the 'dragon shape' made by this 'dragon beast', Yan Chuang was even more shocked by that-

"This dragonfish!"

"Really?"

……

Yan Chuang stabbed out with a sword, 'one gasification and three clearing', but the sword in his hand collapsed on the spot.

Not only did it work!

Instead, the sword was destroyed!

The dragon beast seems to practice fake and come true, and its breath, strength, and even 'dragon-shaped fist' are all like fakes.

"Fiction and reality!"

"Brother Wang, good means!"

Yan Chuang guessed that this beast was a mist illusion, and it must be Wang Zhengyi who was hiding, hiding behind the mirage and attacking, wanting to hit Yan Chuang by surprise.

But the sword in Yan Chuang's hand is a strange soldier, how can Wang Zhengyi destroy it?

Weird, weird!

Kikiki!

Yan Chuang's reaction was not slow, and the moment he took over, he sensed that something was wrong, and after the 'One Qi and Three Clears' stabbed out, he decisively stepped on the 'Ling Bo Weibu' to bypass the direction and open the distance.

He retreated, and he was really clever.

Rumble!

Hearing only a bang, Yan Chuang just stopped, turned his head to look, and saw that the place where he was standing was mixed with smoke and dust, and a large palm print could be vaguely seen.

"Shhh

Yan Chuang gasped!

At this time, he finally knew where the palm prints on the ground where Wang Zhengyi and Fu Yunzhan fought came from.

I see!

Terrifying!

"What the hell is this—"

Yan Chuang couldn't tell for a while, whether this was a martial art or a treasure, but he knew that even if he had the 'Zixia Divine Skill' and the 'Yijin Sutra', he would never dare to accept this palm, if he couldn't dodge, he would either die or be disabled!

Danger Insurance!

What a risk!

……

Boom Boom!

There was a roar in the thick fog.

Everyone outside the venue suddenly came to the spirit, Fu Yunzhan had experienced it himself, and he knew it best: "It must be Wang Zhengyi who has turned into a strange beast, and he is really moving!" ”

Recalling the battle with Wang Zhengyi a few days ago, and recalling Wang Zhengyi's fierceness in the fog of 'Mirage', Fu Yunzhan was shocked.

Wang Zhengyi in the dense fog is beyond common sense, this person is called 'unparalleled in divine power', and the strength of 'human form' is already unparalleled in the world, but no one could have imagined that he was in the mist, with the help of the mist after turning into a strange beast, his strength rose again and again, and increased by at least ten times!

"Xingyi Fist?"

"I can't beat it!"

"Tai Chi?"

"It's enough to choke!"

Fu Yunzhan shook his head.

Even if 'Tai Chi Boxing' is known as 'four or two thousand catties', but against the absolute power, you still have to be blind, and Wang Zhengyi is to exert the power to the extreme.

Break the law with force!

His 'tricky sword' was a joke in front of Wang Zhengyi.

Yan Chuang's 'Tai Chi', if nothing else, will also be a joke-

……

"Boom!"

Yan Chuang retreated with a touch, his arms shook and hurt, and the tiger's mouth cracked, dripping blood.

This, this, this!

Yan Chuang stepped on the 'Ling Bo Microstep' and hurriedly pulled away the distance, not knowing the direction in the dense fog, but he was shocked to the extreme in his heart. He had just been chased and killed by Wang Zhengyi's 'Dense Mist Beast', and Ling Bo Weibu avoided it again and again, leaving one big palm print after another in the same place.

After dodging for a few rounds, Yan Chuang intended to try Wang Zhengyi again, try the depth and reality of this beast, so he took a breath, the strength in his body flowed, and his right palm swung out, refusing and greeting, wanting to push back all the palm power used by Wang Zhengyi.

But as soon as he came into contact, he felt that the other party's palm force was pushed over like a mountain and a sea, endlessly, and he couldn't move or push at all, but he was shaken by this huge force and stuck in place, forcing him to rise up 'Zixia Divine Skill' to protect his internal organs and then fight hard to bear Wang Zhengyi's palm to get out.

This palm!

Sancheng force!

It's not even yet, but it has already made Yan Chuang's arms numb and cracked, and it was difficult to move for a while, and his Zixia internal force was almost scattered by the shock, and he couldn't be boosted for a while.

"Too fierce!"

Yan Chuang exclaimed.

The strength of this palm is ten times stronger than that of King Zhengyi before outside the dense fog!

"Hidden?"

"Or is it that only with the help of the 'mirage' can the incarnation of a strange beast have such strange powers?"

Yan Chuang didn't know.

But Wang Zhengyi's strength is ridiculously strong-

'Tai Chi' is also good!

'Dugu Nine Swords' is fine!

In the face of such an absolute power gap, we must be blind.

What is 'one force to break ten thousand laws'?

'Tai Chi' is the Dharma!

'Dugu Nine Swords' is the law!

Wang Zhengyi's strength is the 'Taijiquan', and it is the 'Dugu Nine Swords' that is Yan Chuang.

In the face of such a Wang Zhengyi, Yan Chuang could only swim and dodge with 'Ling Bo micro-step'.

'Limbo Microstep' is exquisite.

Wang Zhengyi beat Wang Zhengyi.

Yan Chuang walked Yan Chuang .

The two are irrelevant.

Yan Chuang didn't dare to touch Wang Zheng.

Wang Zhengyi couldn't touch Yan Chuang.

It's so draining.

Sooner or later draws.

If neither side comes up with anything new, it ends up in a draw.

Wang Zheng turned over and over, and seemed to be poor in donkey skills.

Yan Chuang blindly dodged, and it seemed that there was no way.

In this way, the two of them were consumed.

Everyone outside the stadium could only hear the roar in the thick fog. Here, Yu Jinpeng and the other four people and the other four people from the Guangling Academy on the opposite side had already stopped, and they didn't fight anymore, they gathered in one place, in the thick fog, listening and staring at each other, it was really like being in the demon fairy world, there were immortals and demons fighting around them, and it was too scary to be in it.

It's not just them.

In this ring, there are thirty-six referees, standing on the stone pillar, but they are also covered by thick fog, what they see and hear, all are foggy illusions, sometimes there is a roar, accompanied by lightning and thunder, just like the thunder god is angry, thunder is angry, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, which is terrifying.

There were also nine 'immersive seats', and hundreds of spectators were even more frightened, some curled up in their seats and did not dare to move for half a minute, and some jumped out of the stands in a panic and ran around.

Met Yan Chuang.

Met Wang Zhengyi.

are all sent out.

Thereupon.

Out.

Everyone saw that one by one the spectators were thrown from all directions.

Or flutter on the ground.

Or fall to the ground with teeth and claws.

In short, none of them came out of the way.

So.

So.

It's been more than an hour.

Finally, this decisive battle is coming to an end, but in the fog, it seems that the winner is still not decided.

"It's-"

Sima Feng was surprised, did he want a draw?

The thought moved.

Suddenly.

Thundered!

"No matter how sudden the heavy rain comes, it must be full of ditches. The wind is wild and directionless, and the thunder is hoarse and silent. Frightened away the finch in front of the eaves, and the warbler hidden deep in the bottom of the tree. Who is the one who lifts the clouds and mist, and the moon turns bright in an instant. ”

I only heard a long howl in the fog above the ring, some people recited poems, and the sound of spitting out words was like thunder rolling, and it was like a lion roaring forest, but when I saw the fog on the stage rolling like a dragon and a phoenix, the wind and clouds surging and shaking the Quartet, even Sima Feng was shaken, and the internal force in the body was unconsciously resisting.

Look around again—

The audience in the Quartet sat stammering one by one, their faces were stunned, and then their faces turned into pain, as if they were suffering torture all over their bodies.

After another moment—

"Ahhh

One by one, they covered their ears, and their bodies twisted and went crazy.

Look at the side again-

The faces of the fifth- and sixth-grade masters changed, and they immediately sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, and their internal strength confronted the whistle.

A newcomer like Gu Shengyan was even more difficult, beads of sweat like soybeans rolled down his forehead, and his pretty face couldn't help twitching.

Seeing that Du Zhenzong, Lan Yongqiang and other martial arts school talkers were unbearable, these people were not in the middle grade, and jumped up one by one, wanting to escape. But as soon as he flew high, he fell straight down, fell to the ground, covered his ears and put on a mask of pain.

Painful!

The riverside willow was shaken by his strength, ignoring such a long howl, and his face showed surprise-

"It's!"

"Lion's roar?!"

……

Guess what level Yan Chuang's lion roar is, and why is it so powerful?

(End of chapter)