Bang!

A dull sound broke out, and the big screen at the scene was frozen at the fist where Lou Cheng and Mo Zicong collided, where it seemed that circles of impact could be seen spreading outward, which made some viewers forget Sun Jian's panic when he was knocked out of the ring, staring intently at the past, forgetting to cheer and cheer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The exchange was only a matter of moments, but Mo Zicong seemed to have spent a long century, guarding against the impact of the concussion, he only felt that the rolling cold current was poured into his body with the power of the other party, and his arms were frozen in an instant, spreading to all parts of his body, making him feel like he was staying up naked all night in the ice and snow at dozens of degrees below zero.

He shuddered involuntarily, his lips turned purple all at once, and only one thought echoed in his mind:

"It's cold!"

Lou Cheng is not easy, Frost Jin is not a mastery to improve strength, and Mo Zicong is naturally powerful, even in all the nine professional products, he can be called outstanding in this aspect, and he is superior to Ye Youting's strange power superman, in addition, he still cultivates the "Elephant Throwing Gong", which is known for improving his strength, and he hits with all his strength, almost as powerful as Jiang Guosheng of the Red Luo Martial Arts Pavilion when he broke out.

Jiang Guosheng's power when he broke out was known as having a bit of the flavor of Dan Realm!

Therefore, Lou Cheng immediately felt a terrible force that could lift the elephant and throw it out, and he didn't dare to resist, for fear of hurting his right arm.

Kicking and staring, he took three steps back, from the first step on the cracked green bricks to the ground intact.

It was only at this time that Mo Zicong heard his heart beating vigorously and powerfully, knock knock, knock knock, it continued to spew out hot blood, relieving the chill everywhere in his body.

What kind of martial arts is this?

It's completely impossible to resist, completely defenseless!

He looked at Lou Cheng in amazement and wanted to chase after him, but his body trembled, his legs stiffened, and it was difficult to take just one step, and he could only hope that the temperature of blood could heal these as soon as possible.

What kind of martial arts is this?

............

After noticing that Lou Cheng pounced on Mo Zicong, Zhu Tao no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and caught up with Yan Zheke, who was stumbling back, to defeat her while her center of gravity had not yet recovered, and it was difficult to exert force.

With a snap, his right arm shook, and he hit it straight out, hitting the opponent's neck, Yan Zheke saw that he couldn't resist, so he simply wanted to give up his center of gravity, lean back, kick high, and roll with the lazy donkey.

At this time, Li Mao and Lin Hua arrived in time, one thigh muscle tensed, snapped out a whip leg, stirred up the wind, kicked between Zhu Tao's legs from behind, and sat on his hips, slashed his fist, and attacked the opponent's temple from the side.

It's all critical, and I didn't hesitate!

In this situation, Zhu Tao seemed to have expected it, his back flicked, his blue and black skin swelled, and he forcibly moved a small step to the left, allowing Li Mao's instep to kick his thigh, and Lin Hua's split punch hit his right shoulder.

Poof! The attack of the two was like a middle layer of defeat, and they failed to penetrate the enemy's iron cloth shirt.

And Zhu Tao borrowed some strength instead, so he pounced forward, and when he passed by Yan Zheke, he stretched out his hands, grabbed her right arm, and threw her forward, throwing her out and out of the ring.

Yan Zheke suddenly felt like he was driving the clouds, forcibly calmed down, adjusted his body slightly in mid-air, partially controlled the center of gravity, and then his spine bounced, his waist exerted force, and a harrier turned over, fell lightly and smartly, stood firmly, and did not fall, the only problem was that her position was outside the ring.

"It's so angry, but you still have to keep smiling, you can't affect the orange ......" she pursed her lips and watched the game on the field as she walked around the ring to the home team's seat.

No matter how much preparation and analysis there is, in the ever-changing actual combat, it is often dislike that it is not enough!

With one successful move, Zhu Tao's heart fell to the ground, took a few steps forward, took advantage of the situation to turn around, and counterattacked Li Mao and Lin Hua.

This time, he didn't need to worry about being mobbed anymore!

Can two amateur warriors be called a siege?

............

At this time, Lou Cheng unloaded most of his strength, borrowed the rest, and injected it into the soles of his feet, in exchange for a crack of blue bricks and a more ferocious forward pounce.

Whether it was the classmates at the scene or the audience in front of the computer and TV, they were surprised that Mo Zicong didn't seize the opportunity for Lou Cheng to lose his center of gravity and staggered back, but Yan Xiaoling, Huanfan and others thought of Peng Chengguang in the last game, and nodded to themselves as if they understood everything:

"Well, Shake Fist!"

Only Peng Leyun in the office of the Martial Arts Club of Shanbei University frowned slightly, staring at Mo Zicong's lips that had faded from blue to pale.

When he pounced on the opponent who had not completely recovered, Lou Cheng quickly adjusted the subtle changes in the body corresponding to the "Cold Heaven and Frozen Diagram", so that some muscles, fascia and joints were in a state of preparation, and because his "Thunder Sound Shock Zen" internal practice method had only begun to practice for more than a month, martial arts had not yet been refined into the bones, and refined into the body, and could only rely on the breathing method to indirectly affect the internal organs, so it took a certain amount of preparation time to play the "Frost Strength", and it was difficult to achieve it overnight.

And because he has only initially practiced this strength today, he can't combine it with "Thunder Sound Shock Zen", and he can't play the latter's bottom-of-the-box trick "Drink as a head".

Between two steps, Lou Cheng pounced in front of Mo Zicong, his body had been adjusted and prepared, and he once again visualized the turbid river in his mind.

With a step, he completely smashed a piece of blue brick that had just been cracked, Lou Cheng's ankle joint flicked, his knees straightened, his back straightened, and his shoulders flicked, and he made a seemingly ordinary punch.

But in his body, the power that had been brewing exploded at the same time, and they superimposed fluctuations, creating a cold intent, which made the power of the frost ability suddenly magnify, turning into a cold wave, and rolling towards the fist.

In the imagination, the cold is coming, and the river containing terrifying kinetic energy is instantly frozen, covered with frozen layers, and the waves scattered in the air are no exception, like a finely carved work of art.

Stimulated by this, the muscles, viscera and fascia of Lou Cheng's body regenerated subtle changes, and then there were strange fluctuations, which condensed the chill rushing to the fist and turned into ice.

The meaning of frost, the power of frost!

When Lou Cheng threw that punch, there seemed to be white gas swirling around the fist, like the kind that came out in the cold of winter.

This is a manifestation that his frost strength is not skilled enough, and his strength has leaked out, and the sign of a real Xiaocheng is a punch, no abnormality, and all the strength is restrained!

In the face of this punch, thinking of the experience just now, Mo Zicong really didn't want to make a move to block it, so as not to suffer another cold hell, but he had no choice, the freezing feeling of his legs had just dissipated, and a hasty dodge would only allow Lou Cheng to seize the opportunity to make a ruthless hit.

He took a deep breath, and his abdomen again let out a low elephant chirping, but the sound was full of trembling, like a tropical animal coming to the far north.

As soon as his back sank, Mo Zicong puffed up the muscles of his arms, which were still rigid, and crossed his hands in front of him.

Bang!

With a punch, the frost and cold current poured into Mo Zicong's body, making him taste the terrifying feeling of his body being frozen so quickly that he lost consciousness.

"Cold, cold, cold!"

His teeth collided involuntarily, only to feel the temperature of his body passing rapidly, and his heart beating violently, resisting the invasion of cold.

"Frost ......" In the office of the Martial Arts Club of Shanbei University, Peng Leyun whispered to himself.

"Frost strength?" Xu Wannian looked at Senior Brother Peng beside him in amazement,

The computer screen in front of the two of them flashed with snowflakes and made a zziz sound, which seemed to be affected by some external electromagnetic field.

............

When Yan Zheke was thrown out of the ring, Lin Que, who was constantly compressing the range of Deng Hua's fight, suddenly paused, as if he had fallen into some kind of "quiet" state.

He took a breath, and his strength, spirit, and qi and blood seemed to be recovered, and after pressing to a certain level, he exploded and sprayed outward!

In the spray, Lin Que swooped forward, like a leopard that had finally seized the hunting opportunity.

Deng Hua's self-perceived safe distance and reaction time were wiped out under this pounce, and before he could dodge, he was bullied in front of him by Lin Que!

The feeling of Dan Realm...... Startled, he took a breath, and without thinking about it, he quickly pushed his arms forward.

As soon as he put on a defensive stand, Lin Que's fist struck out like a meteor, unusually fast, mixed with the residual squirting intent from before.

Bang!

As soon as the two came into contact, Deng Hua felt that he had been hit by a bomb, and the shock wave roared, shocking all over his body, making every bone in his house shaking, every muscle trembling, and every qi and blood rolling!

And this also hooked the residual effects of his last strong pressure, which affected all his internal organs, making him extremely uncomfortable, nauseous and wanting to vomit.

As a result, his attempt to use the method to counteract some of the shocks was half a beat slower, and he watched Lin Que punch again!

............

In the face of Zhu Tao's counterattack, Li Mao suppressed the tension in his heart, did not make a head-on confrontation, slipped his footsteps, flashed to the side, and cooperated with Lin Hua, a hit in the throat and a dozen temples.

Zhu Tao was practicing sideways with an iron cloth shirt, his head suddenly shrunk, his body was slightly short, and he hit Li Mao's fist sideways.

Due to the change in height and direction, his forehead was hit squarely, making a sound like a hand clapping an ancient bell, and Lin Hua's fist landed on his shoulder and neck, and was bounced away by his inhaled and inflated thick neck.

Bang! Zhu Tao stumbled into Li Mao, making him take a step backwards before he barely managed to hold on.

Immediately after, the bald villain relied on the iron cloth shirt and accurate prediction to withstand Lin Hua's kicks, strode up, opened his hands, and snapped into a wave of critical hits.

Li Mao couldn't dodge, and after blocking twice, he was already in danger, and at this time, Lin Hua caught up, his instep was tense, his whip leg was whipped, and he kicked Zhu Tao's lower * yin again.

At the critical moment, Zhu Tao didn't make a hard block, his footsteps slipped, his body spun, and he deftly flashed to Li Mao's back, and he took a slap on the hind legs, forcibly narrowed the distance, and punched the opponent's spine.

As soon as he sticked, he didn't exert any force, but the referee had already pulled Li Mao away and asked him to withdraw from the ring.

However, in a short period of time, only Lin Hua was left among the four amateur martial artists, and when she saw Zhu Tao attacking, she instinctively chose to dodge.

Zhu Tao was satisfied, knowing that his side was already a sure winner, as long as Mo Zicong and Deng Hua were not defeated within a few moves, things would be simple.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the other two battlefields, and saw Mo Zicong's majestic and burly figure standing there, which made people feel relieved at a glance, he was crossing his hands at this time, leaning in front of him, blocking Lou Cheng's fist.

Just block it, I'll come to the flank attack right away! Zhu Tao's thought just appeared, but his eyes suddenly froze.

Because Lou Cheng had already closed his fists and turned around, he didn't even look at Mo Zicong anymore!

Is he stupid?

Zhu Tao paused, and wanted to witness Mo Zicong give him a ruthless blow from behind Lou Cheng's back, but he only saw that the captain's body, who was usually called "elephant", was trembling obviously, and his face was strangely pale and pale.

What's wrong? Zhu Tao forgot that he still had to chase after Lin Hua, and stopped in shock.

Lou Cheng bowed his body, his eyes locked on Zhu Tao, and behind him, Mo Zicong pushed Jin Shan to fall backwards and fell to the ground, causing a loud noise and splashing a little rubble.

Lu Zhishen killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches, this is a ring match, I only punched two punches!

Zhu Tao was stunned, and heard a sound of falling to the ground, he turned his head to look, only to see Deng Hua lying on the ring, retching, Lin Que turned his body, and Lou Cheng, locked his eyes on himself, his eyes were cold and restrained!

One left and one right, Lou Cheng on one side and Lin Que on the other, he spontaneously had a deep despair.

What the hell is going on with this TM?

Lin Hua also noticed the change in the situation, she stood not far away, looking at Zhu Tao with some embarrassment.

When Lin Que and Lou Cheng attacked him, his fists and feet would definitely be dangerous, and it would be inconvenient to get close, so I rushed to join, but it would be a burden, in this case, I would have nothing to do if I remained on the field.

What should I do?

She seriously considered the "difficult" question. (To be continued.) )