The two fists slammed together again, and the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard in the aftermath of the splash of soul power.

Wu Feng gritted his teeth and desperately stepped on the ground, not letting his body be shaken back by the powerful anti-shock force, but he still slid backwards against the ground, his strong physique and powerful strength failed to take advantage for the first time, all because the opponent was a genuine soul master and one of the five young people of Luofeng.

A sneer rose at the corner of Fang Tong's mouth, catching up with Wu Feng who was slipping back, turning his fist into a palm to clasp Wu Feng's fist tightly, and on the other hand, the mercury-colored soul power aura turned into a rich yellow, and the next second he slapped Wu Feng's abdomen with a palm.

In a hurry, Wu Feng concentrated his soul power into his lower abdomen, although he unloaded most of his palm power, he still fell out heavily, the audience was restless, but it was not for Fang Tong, the previous grappling between the two was a simple soul power and strength confrontation, but I didn't expect that it was not Wu Feng, a nobody, who took the lead in using soul skills, but Fang Tong, one of the five young people of Luofeng.

"Fang Tong, can you still have a face?" Wang Hong scolded angrily.

"Brother Wang Hong, there is no rule that you are not allowed to use soul skills, right?" Fang Tong glanced sideways slightly, and when his gaze was withdrawn, he rushed towards Wu Feng on the edge of the ring with flying steps.

"Boy, there are some people you didn't offend, go die!" The ferocious forward charge stopped abruptly, Fang Tong supported his left foot and right leg and threw it back high, kicking Wu Feng hard.

The strength of this kick was that the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but shake their eyes when they saw it, and while marveling at Fang Tong's strength, they also sympathized with Wu Feng.

The wind swept the black hair with coercion, Wu Feng stared closely at the strong leg that flew in, under the frowning sword eyebrows, the ice-pick-like cold front burst out in his eyes, and in the next second, his right fist smashed deeply into the ground of the ring, and his left arm was raised horizontally to block the eye.

The violent wave of qi spread violently, and the eardrums of everyone who were shocked by the loud noise hurt, Fang Tong, who lost his center of gravity, fell backwards, and the powerful impact also knocked most of Wu Feng's body out of the ring, but fortunately, his right hand was firmly clasped to the ground, and in the next second, he endured the waves in his chest, and his right hand pulled back into the ring.

"What?

"This guy's body can't be beaten with iron, and he can't die if he is kicked like this by Fang Tong?"

"It's him!" staring at Wu Feng's left arm tightly, where a layer of white scale armor flickered with his breathing, Zhou Hai exclaimed, and when he saw Bai Sanxiao and the others' calm expressions, he asked in surprise, "You already knew, didn't you?"

"What do you know?" Yang Lei replied in a deep voice, his face was a little ugly, the albino Jiao Reverse Scale belonged to him.

The Four Seas Gang and Luoshamen have a deep grudge, from this point of view, Zhou Hai hopes that Wu Feng will win, but hope is hope, Fang Tong's strength is a few points stronger than himself, and it is not easy for the latter to win, but now it is different, the reverse scales of the albino Jiao can withstand the full force of the Soul King's blow, and Fang Tong is not enough.

Zhou Hai didn't ask any more, his eyebrows raised and he was very excited, "Hey, what a fucking awe!"

"Don't take my word for it!" Wang Hong was equally excited and glared.

"What a grandma!"

On the ring, Fang Tong waited closely for the flickering white scale armor, he looked a little strange when he stood up again, his center of gravity was slightly tilted to his left foot, and it took a while to return to normal, but the red liquid gradually flowed down his right leg, and the ground was wet.

"It's you!"

"Is it unexpected?" Wu Feng grinned at the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Does it hurt?"

Fang Tong's fists clenched, and his eyes were completely gloomy, "Do you think you can defeat me with the reverse scales of the albino Jiao?"

"It's hard to tell, who made you so wasteful. ”

"Hehe!" Fang Tong smiled coldly, and after looking at Wu Feng's left arm, a greedy color flashed in his eyes, "Since you are so confident, how about we make a bet?" If you lose, hand over the reverse scales of the albino Jiao." ”

"What if I win?"

"If you win, I'm not guilty, and I can let you join the Falling Door. ”

Wu Feng smiled faintly and shook his head, the gaze that looked at Fang Tong was full of playfulness, "If I win, you will be my subordinate, am I still interested in joining the Luoshamen?"

"Hehe, do you really think you can win me?"

"If you say I can't win, why should I bet with you?"

Fang Tong's hateful teeth itched, "It's all men, hurry up, bet or not!"

"Of course I bet. Wu Feng smiled, and then put away his smile and said solemnly: "But, the bet is a little practical, how about the reverse scales of the albino Jiao with a Xuan-level lower-grade soul technique?"

"How dare you open your mouth. Fang Tong sneered, and then took out a piece of aura jade from his arms, "This is one of the stunts of the Falling Yarn Gate, the Flower Flying Finger, the Yellow Rank Soul Technique, how about it?"

Wu Feng hesitated, but still nodded, and then looked at Wang Hong, "I wonder if Brother Wang Hong is willing to be a guarantor?"

Why not, Wang Hong laughed and was about to agree, but a voice sounded beside him, Bai Sanxiao stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the breathy Puyu flew straight into his hand, "I'll come!"

The soul skill was taken away, Fang Tong didn't look panicked at all, instead looked at Wu Feng proudly, "Since the reverse scales of the albino Jiao have become a bet, you can't use it anymore, it would be unfair if there was any damage." ”

"Fang Tong, can you be a little more shameless?" Wang Hong scolded angrily, but Wu Feng nodded, "Don't worry!"

"My friend is really a well-known man. Fang Tong said with a smile, when the smile faded sharply, the strong aura of the one-star soul master was completely triggered, and each hand punched, and the two yellow fist shadows pulled up the whistling wind, galloping away one after the other.

The sword eyebrows were horizontal, his eyes were sharp, Wu Feng's legs were bent, and he burst out in the next second, and his right hand leaned back, pulling out the black blade, shattering the shroud.

The deafening loud noises erupted one after another, and Wu Feng swung the black blade to slash left and right, splitting the two fierce fist shadows alive. And he himself was shocked back, knelt on one knee, slid back to the edge of the ring, and finally stuck the black blade into the ring to stabilize the inertia.

"Hehe, yes, but it's still not enough. ”

Fang Tong snorted coldly, and suddenly moved in the next second, when he was less than two meters away from Wu Feng, he stomped hard and leaped up, and his arm was full like a strong bow in the fall, and the soul power on his fist was many times thicker than that fist shadow, and smashed it at the top of Wu Feng's head.

"Huang Yanquan!"

Feeling the coercion above his head, Wu Feng couldn't help but tremble, it was the Yellow Rank Soul Technique, which was worthy of the Falling Screen Gate, but this secret shock was just a flash, and the kneeling one knee stood up suddenly, and at the same time pulled out the black blade inserted in the ground, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and burst into the air from the bottom up.

The fists and knives collided, and the two soul power breaths of mercury and yellow faced each other fiercely, and the resulting wave of qi shook the crowd near the ring backwards.

With a thud, the black blade slammed into the ground, and the fist that fell down was shaken back.

Before Fang Tong landed, Wu Feng rolled away from the edge of the ring, and the moment he got up again, his waist drove his upper body, his upper body drove his arms, his arms picked up the black blade, and the black blade slashed away with a whistling sound.

As soon as his feet landed, the aura of danger was already attached to his back, the corners of Fang Tong's eyes were sharply condensed, his waist and back arched up, and a circle of shields condensed by soul power suddenly appeared.

"Water tortoise shell!"

Collapse!

The loud bang broke out again, Wu Feng stepped heavily and quickly retreated, clutching the hilt of the knife to prevent the black blade from flying out, and at this time, the shield armor on Fang Tong's back had already disappeared, turning around, sneering, and pursuing.

"Bastard, it's really a turtle, so hard!"

Looking at Fang Tong, who was killing again, Wu Feng stomped to stop his inertia, and handed the black blade from his numb left hand to his right hand and rushed out again.

The fierce collision broke out in a continuous explosion of earth-shattering loud noises, and the fight above the ring gradually became white-hot, and under the ring, the crowd's eyes widened, and from time to time erupted into exclamations like mountains and seas.

Another violent collision, Fang Tong kept panting, staring closely at the black blade in Wu Feng's hand, from the beginning of the gambling game, he didn't have any hands, but the latter was always able to use the black short blade in his hand to carry his attacks hard.

"What kind of knife is this?"

"Pig Killing Knife!"

Fang Tong burst out and shouted angrily again, Wu Feng's face was solemn, and he pointed the black blade diagonally at the ground and rushed out as well.

In the ring, two figures came and went, the two breaths collided fiercely, Fang Tong slowly gained the upper hand, but Wu Feng was always able to find life in the cracks.

The more Zhou Hai and Wang Hong looked at it, the more excited they became, although Yang Lei was calm on the surface, the surprise in the depths of his eyes was obvious, Leng Lan'er looked sideways slightly, and Bai Sanxiao's gaze just happened to see, the two looked at each other and smiled.

A punch shook Wu Feng back a few meters, Fang Tong looked angry, and the next second he roared and pounced again.

Wiping the sweat stuck to his eyelashes, Wu Feng's chest rose and fell violently, if it weren't for the powerful black blade and strong physique, how could he have persevered until now?

However, just as Fang Tong pounced frantically again, the corners of Wu Feng's mouth curled up with a smug arc, as if he had been planning for a long time, and then he met it without any defense, completely exposing his chest to the former's fist wind.

Seeing that Wu Feng's door was wide open, Fang Tong's heart was very fast, and the afterburner speed of the soles of his feet was a few points faster, concentrating all the soul power and aura corruption of his whole body into his right fist, which was about to blast the former's chest into flesh.

"What is he going to do? It's not this spell to fight hard!" Zhou Hai was surprised.

A loud muffled sound erupted instantly, but not one, but two.

The heavy punch slammed into Wu Feng's chest, and Wu Feng snorted and spewed blood mist and flew away, with obvious pits on his chest. And Fang Tong also screamed and retreated, the arm that punched fell down, as if it had been smashed alive by a blunt object.

There was no exclamation, only silence, watching the two losers in the ring, and the crowd was silent.

Zhou Hai swallowed his saliva, and finally knew why Wu Feng didn't have any defense.

This time, Yang Lei trembled not from the corners of his eyes but with his body.

Leng Lan'er looked at Bai San beside her again, and there was no faint smile on the latter's face.

The only one who spoke was Wang Hong, and his throat shook a few times and only said two words: ruthless enough