Since Wu Potian killed Yang Shenfeng with one punch and kick, he has become completely famous in Breaking Heaven City, and since then, he has won three consecutive games by the opponent who gave up, until one day, when he met Wang Ziwei, he started the real competition.

I won't mention it here.

During this period of time, Wu Potian quietly practiced the Xuanshen Shadowless Leg Method at home, he practiced hard every day, but this kind of leg technique is easy to learn and difficult to master, and the moves are quite jerky, obviously the time for polishing is not enough, and the power has not been ideal, which makes his heart can't help but be anxious.

In the middle of the night, he was practicing his leg technique in the martial arts hall, and suddenly asked Master Xuanyangzi:

"Master, I have only learned the shape of these five leg techniques you taught me, but the essence of the god has always not been able to perform, and it can't exert its due power, I don't know what the master can do, and now the time is pressing, time is not waiting for me, the three-year covenant of the martial king is not fun, it is a fateful agreement?"

"Haha, you now know the difficulties of these tricks, I learned these tricks for three years, and it is only the beginning, how difficult is it for you to get its essence? Now that you have mentioned it, then you have been practicing the five leg techniques and the six styles of lore in the sea of consciousness in the past few days, anyway, there will be a competition in three days, do you think it will work?"

"Why do you want to go to the space of consciousness?"

"Horn"

A crisp sound came out, and Wu Potian's forehead hit Xuanyangzi again, and he touched his forehead with a bitter face, looking at Xuanyangzi in confusion and waiting for his answer.

"You are stupid, time in the consciousness space is almost static, what do you say you are practicing in the consciousness space for?"

After saying that, Xuanyangzi's body began to dissipate, and instantly turned into a cloud of gray-white smoke, and suddenly floated into Wu Potian's eyebrows, and Wu Potian had no choice but to choose a place to lie down and sink his consciousness into the sea of consciousness:

I saw Master Xuanyangzi in his sea of consciousness, fluttering like a fairy, holding a ball of golden light in each hand, constantly flying, and the golden silk threads in the sky slowly weaved into a closed space, at this time, a golden light in the sea of consciousness flashed wildly, flashing so that Wu Potian quickly closed his eyes, and then the space was frantically distorted, and when Wu Potian opened his eyes again, his person stood in a golden closed space, and then I only heard Master Xuanyangzi say a little out of breath:

"Okay, you can start practicing now, and I'll guide you on the side. ”

Although Wu Potian was very curious in his heart, he saw that the master was a little uneven, so he still endured it without asking, listened to Xuanyangzi's words, and began to practice in the sea of consciousness.

He jumped to his feet and shouted:

The Tiger of the Six Styles of Killing the Sky ......

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The dragon swings its tail

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Dazzling Shadowless Legs......

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One move and one style, he used all the strength of his life and began to practice frantically.

He practiced and figured it out, and asked Xuanyangzi for advice if he didn't understand, until Xuanyangzi was also satisfied, and then practiced the next move, just like that, he practiced day by day in the sea of consciousness, striving for perfection in every move and style, the use of strength, the structure of the moves, and the response to the enemy in battle, etc., were all taken into account one by one, and a very systematic practice was carried out.

Leaving Wu Potian to practice hard, let's take a look at the situation of the game:

Wang Ziwei has been facing off with Wu Potian for a while, his temperament has changed greatly, in the competition, as long as someone comes up to compete with him, he will retreat from the enemy with one move, either a broken hand or a broken leg, and also killed a student in the competition with one punch.

Obviously, he vented his resentment against Wu Potian on other people, and used it to vent his evil fire.

At this time, with the referee's shout, the gentle and elegant gray-clothed young man who was considered very powerful by Wu Potian during the test flew onto the test table.

Seeing the gray-clothed young man who flew up this time, Wang Ziwei's eyes finally showed a solemn look:

He felt that this young man who was not domineering was exposed, and his body contained huge energy, which was much stronger than ordinary opponents, and he could simply compare with Wu Potian.

Calmness, wisdom, and resourcefulness are the characteristics of this person.

After staring for a while, he said domineeringly:

"Hmph, there are really guys who are not afraid of death, is it possible that my Wang Ziwei's pair of iron fists are vegetarians, boy, you know each other and hurry down, lest you be killed by my missed punch!"

The gentle young man in gray said:

"Haha, Wang Ziwei, you really put gold on your face, others are afraid of your iron fists, I don't care, even if you use all your strength to fight me, I will follow. Don't blow it up, it doesn't scare me. ”

"Hmph, then you can continue!"

After saying that, he took a sharp breath and smashed his fist towards the young man on the opposite side, and a sharp roar immediately erupted in the air, and waves of ripples centered on his fist spread rapidly and incomparably in all directions.

The gentle young man, but suddenly a figure floated up like a flying flotsam, and did not take the punch hard, but let the fist blade slam on his wrist with a finger, making Wang Ziwei's hand numb, and his true anger was fully discharged, and the young man then punched Wang Ziwei's chest, knocking him back two steps, and snorted.

The three movements are done in one go, flawlessly, as if they were a matter of course.

The audience shouted:

"Good kung fu!"

There were also a few people from the high-level martial arts academy on the subjective formation platform, and they couldn't help but nod.

At this time, Wang Ziwei was angry, making people take two steps back, and his chest was still stuffy, he immediately howled and raised his fist, and smashed the opponent's middle palace with one punch.

The speed of the punch was so fast that the young man couldn't dodge.

The young man saw that the fist had arrived beside him, so he had to swing his fist and punch hard.

"Peng" made a loud noise:

As soon as the two fists touched, the air collapsed, and the surrounding air also let out a powerful explosion.

The two each took a step back, and the original stalemate was formed.

"Hmph, I didn't think you really had a second-hand. Wang Ziwei said with a sarcastic smile on his face: "But this is not worthy of competing with me, the punch just now is just a little hors d'oeuvres before the big battle, since you don't know each other, then wait to be ridiculed!"

"Haha, you do have a set of braggart skills, take my trick and talk about it. The gentle young man in gray still said with a light smile, but his right hand suddenly raised:

The five fingers formed a sword shape, and the true qi was transported steeply into the five fingers, and the sword gang, which was more than a zhang long, rushed straight towards Wang Ziwei.

Prince Weihaha laughed and said:

"Is that a trick?"

As he spoke, his figure suddenly took half a step back, and his right hand shrank back sharply and then turned into a fist and suddenly smashed towards Jian Gang.

But that Jian Gang was extremely agile, and did not force his fist blade, when the fist and sword were connected, the Jian Gang suddenly deviated, and the sharp sword qi cut towards Wang Ziwei's right rib extremely quickly, and there was still a distance of five feet away from Wang Ziwei's body, his skin began to tighten, and suddenly a burst of blue light flashed on Wang Ziwei's body, and the flying Jian Gang actually 'clanked', as if encountering a hard object of gold and iron, and could not move forward again.

At this moment, the prince clenched his fist violently and suddenly struck at Jian Gang, shattering the mortal blow.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, you still want to repel me based on this?"

The prince shouted angrily.

"Hehe, what kind of small skills, what can repel the enemy is a good skill, Wang Ziwei, you said yes?"

"Really?"

Before he could finish speaking, his man immediately walked around to the back of the gray-clothed young man, and stood with his five fingers and thrust towards his chest, his movements as fast as a phantom lightning.

For this sudden sneak attack, the gray-clothed young man finally couldn't dodge, and immediately hit the move, and withdrew as many as five steps with a muffled snort.

Seeing that the young man in gray was secretly attacked and retreated by him, Wang Ziwei immediately sneered:

"With this ability, you still want to go against me, go back and study for another ten years!" was extremely proud in his tone, and he forgot that he had almost pierced a transparent hole in a sword just now.

"Humph!"

The gray-clothed young man snorted coldly, and his retreating body suddenly rushed forward, and then put his hands together into a sword shape and plunged straight into Wang Ziwei's chest, the sharp sword was incomparable, with an indomitable momentum, with a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air, towards Wang Ziweiche.

But Wang Ziwei's face was solemn, the blue light on his body flashed violently, and in an instant he turned into a blue light and shadow, and the blue light took a big step forward, and shouted:

"Look for death!"

In the face of such a terrifying Jian Gang, Wang Ziqiang actually raised his right fist, the blue light flashed on the fist, and smashed it at Jian Gang.

Regarding the performance of the young man in gray, the people from the senior martial arts academy who sat on the high platform and watched kept nodding their heads: this young man is not ordinary, he has the courage to fight to the death when he encounters a strong opponent, and now he is obviously at a disadvantage, but he does not flinch and rises to the challenge, this kind of person is very promising for cultivation, even the old man in brocade robe and the old man in linen are slightly appreciative.

What was the flickering blue light in Wang Ziwei's hand, and in the face of such a sharp sword gang, he dared to hit it directly with his fist that flashed blue light?

It seems that this blue light must have a origin, and it is also his arrogant capital, only by breaking the blue light on his body, it is possible to defeat him!

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Three explosions continued to come from the junction of the fist and the sword, and all the gravel and dirt around them surged up in all directions, causing all the people watching the battle around to rush backwards like the tide of the sea......

And every time there was a sound at the junction of the fist and the sword, the sword gang was a little weaker, and after three explosions, the thick and sharp sword gang was actually beaten into shattered heaven and earth vitality and dissipated into the air.

Hahaha......

As soon as he smashed the sword gang, Wang Ziwei laughed proudly: "What if your sword gang is sharp, isn't it broken up by my punch?"

Bang Bang Bang ......

The gray-clothed young man took seven or eight steps back in a row, and there were drops of blood between his ten fingers, and a slight sound of bone cracking came from his ten fingers.

The young man in gray was not insulted at all, and sneered:

"Relying on that strange blue light, it's arrogant like this, and if you have the ability, remove the blue light and fight me again!"

"Blu-ray? Blue light is also a comprehensive combat power, you can also use red light, white light to fight me, am I restricting you? I didn't expect you to have the strength of a martial artist, but this strength alone is not my opponent, get out of here immediately!"

Wang Ziwei was arrogant in the audience and said loudly:

"Get out!"

Seeing that the gray-clothed young man was still standing in the middle of the field and did not move, the prince suddenly conjured up his right hand, turned a palm into a knife and slashed at the gray-clothed youth's chest, knocking it out and sending it flying, with blood rushing out of his mouth......

It's a sneak attack again!

And there were only some sporadic boos in the audience, because most of them were taken by the obscenity of the two families, and they didn't dare to offend them too much, the Wang and Meng families were not vegetarians, and they hated them, maybe when they slept at night, their necks were broken for no reason, and they didn't know where their heads would fly, whether to feed dogs or pigs depends on the interests of these two overlords!