The crowd was in an uproar, and even the disciples of Wanshengtang couldn't help but forget the rules and shouted: "Feng Qi!

Off-the-field support was originally not allowed, and Wanshengtang disciples would inevitably be despised. But this situation is too weird, even if someone shouts something like "out of the Xuan Army", it is simply nonsense, and it is not even a trick.

Bai Feng, Crazy Bear, and Fighting all spent a little effort to enter the queue of Xingzhu Hall to watch the battle, and at this time, it was natural to see that the palms of their hands were cold, and a chill rose from the soles of their feet, blowing a whirlwind in their hearts. Poor Feng Qi, although Zhilu Dao is most likely to end up like this, but--this scene looks too miserable! In comparison, their encounter is like a warm spring! The problem is that if Tong Hu is provoked, winter will come directly.

Another stick of incense has passed, and no one has used the voice-over to remind Feng Qi what Xuan Bing is using.

Tong Hu was still in that position, shouting: "I'll fight, I'll fight, I'll fight!"

Feng Qi was still screaming "ah", "oh" and "woo", but he didn't have the strength to say "" anymore.

Some people even began to wonder if Feng Qi was already dead, it was just a sound that was squeezed out of his lungs and throat. But Feng Qi's hand was still protecting his face, so he couldn't be considered unconscious.

Sword Saint Juntian's face was very ugly, Tong Hu's cultivation was far above Feng Qi, he already understood this, but how did Tong Hu do it, as a powerhouse who ranked among the top ten heavens in Wuji Gate, he couldn't figure it out. Every hall has the secret of every hall, and he understands this, but he can't understand the last disciple, which is really unreasonable in his heart.

And what he could see was that Feng Qi was already in the other party's grasp, every breath, every force, had been mastered by Tong Hu. Every time Feng Qi wanted to make a knife, his true qi would be interrupted by Tong Hu before he exerted his strength. And Feng Qi was still holding on with his tenacious willpower, waiting for the opportunity to make a knife.

But ordinary disciples may not be able to see and understand clearly like the Sword Saint. Didn't Feng Qi come up with a knife? Didn't he already successfully fuse a Tiangang knife? This gradually became a bewildering question.

Tong Hu's knee collision looks like a big movement, but in fact, it is not very lethal. Although Feng Qi was dragged and beaten, because he had been protecting the vital point with his true qi and continued to protect it with his arm, the injury was very light, and it was not enough for the martial cultivation disciples to give up the duel and admit the surrender.

"Senior brother, why is Feng Qi not out of Xuanbing?" the beautiful girl asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it is, I can't get out of this state. Tang Yaojing said lightly. As the number one senior brother in the lower eighth court, he was not as impulsive as those who were ranked low. For him, what is needed is always defense, so he will not take the initiative to find trouble.

However, this kind of answer can't satisfy the junior sister Shui Linglong.

The girl pouted: "Then why didn't Feng Qi admit defeat directly?"

"It's not time to throw in the towel yet. Tang Yaojing said lightly, "The outcome is unpredictable. ”

"This is obviously blindly being beaten!"

"Once Tong Hu has no strength, Feng Qi can fight back. All he needed was a respite. ”

"Oh. Shui Linglong had no choice but to continue watching.

At this moment, Tong Hu let go of his hand and trembled. Feng Qi lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground with a pop. Tong Hu was also so tired that he was snorting and panting.

Tong Hu shook his hands and was speechless, and said to himself: "Three days, it turns out that it is really a very difficult ...... for a peerless master to fight for three days and three nights."

After speaking, he actually took a deep breath, raised his hands and waist, and started stretching.

Feng Qi lay on the ground and took a deep breath, he had been suffering so hard until now, and this was what he wanted.

Although the person was still lying on the ground, the soul movement coming from Feng Qi's body had already given people a fierce feeling like a knife wind, and his true qi had undergone a qualitative change, and every pore was full of killing intent. Feng Qi's injuries calmed down instantly, and his bruised and swollen face returned to normal with the pouring of knife intent.

"Oh, Feng Qi did have a qualitative leap after condensing the Xuan Bing. The people of Wanshengtang suddenly became excited.

A strange-shaped short knife appeared in his palm, although it was only a foot long, like a broken half-cut blade, but there was a sharp knife qi erupting from the broken blade, showing a complete knife shape, and even the flashing rainbow light on the back of the knife and the inverted blade on the blade like a shark's tooth......

"Tong Tiger ——!" A ripple of true qi stepped out from Feng Qi's feet, causing the ground near him to crack. Everything happened between lightning and fire, and with Feng Qi's roar, the Xuandao was raised high with the domineering spirit of cutting through all grievances......

Tong Hu flew his knee and hit Feng Qi's stomach hard.

With a bang, the Xuandao took off his hand and fell to the ground alone, like a broken blade.

Tong Hu grabbed Feng Qi's hair, hit the bridge of Feng Qi's newly repaired nose with one knee, and then continued to bow left and right, shouting in his mouth: "I'll fight!

Feng Qiyi spurted a mouthful of blood on the ground, struggling to protect his face with his arm, and let out a ecstatic cry of "ah", "oh" and "woo......

The disciples of Wanshengtang are all full of grief and indignation, this is a home duel, this face is too embarrassing!

An iron unicorn like a hill slowly appeared at the entrance of Wansheng Hall, and Su Su sat on the top of the iron unicorn, hugging his knees, looking forward to the fight inside. To be precise, it is looking at Tong Hu's bullying appearance. Tong Hu has a few catties and taels, and she knows very well that Feng Qi's kind of goods cannot be his opponent.

It's just that she has no interest in reminding these guys who don't know what to do.

A year ago, Tong Hu was able to win against her by luck, and the trapped dragon rope tied to her made her unable to exert half of her strength.

A year later, she conquered the trapped dragon rope and the iron unicorn, but Tong Hu was able to fight with her. At least that's what she thinks, Tong Hu's cultivation is one thing, but the victory or defeat doesn't all depend on cultivation, Tong Hu has a unique strength that is not inferior to her.

The Sword Saint's face twitched, and the duel that he thought was a few seconds had been fought for almost an hour. And the scenery of the almost duel is only to raise the legs high on the spot, if there is no opponent like a wooden man who is grabbed and hit in the face, this is calisthenics at all, right?

Impermanence stood silently as he breathed evenly and slenderly from within the iron mask.

Elder Sun, the deacon of Douzhan, stood there like an old turtle, and finally couldn't help but shout, "Can you change your fighting style?" Tong Hu, your master is asleep!"

Tong Hu turned his head to glance, and everyone turned their heads to glance, and the mask of impermanence turned out to be so wonderful!

There was indeed a change in the field, Tong Hu grabbed Feng Qi's head and twisted his neck and pushed back, taking a step forward with every time he hit it with his knee. Feng Qi was beaten so much that he couldn't open his eyes, his head was like a watermelon, and he was twisted by Tong Hu and retreated while being beaten, but his will was still sober and tenacious, and he would not withdraw from the realm, but retreated into a circle and circled around the school field.

Tong Hu shouted: "Elder, look, this is much more exciting! One, two, three, four, I'll hit me! Two, two, three, four, I'll hit me!"

There were a lot of people missing in the cafeteria for no reason. At the end of the morning exercise, Wanshengtang was full of people inside and outside to see the excitement.

Shui Linglong sighed: "Senior brother, do you think Feng Qi still has a chance?"

Tang Yao respectfully said: "Yes." He himself thought so, so he refused to give up. For Feng Qi, there is only one way to keep fighting. ”

Shui Linglong bit her lip and suddenly said loudly: "Feng Qi, come on!"

The entire Wansheng Hall fell silent.