And what about Mu Tian?

He can naturally see Wu Fan's fist path clearly, but so what, when he is being dogged in close quarters, Wu Fan's every punch can cut through the skin with just the fist wind, if it weren't for the martial arts level body's strong body, he was afraid that he would have hung up the color a long time ago, but even so, he still felt a hot pain on his skin!

And this is just fist style, so what if it is hit?

Mu Tian soon enjoyed this treatment.

If the spiral strength of Mu Tianbu's fist is a diamond diamond, then Wu Fan's half-step collapse fist is an explosive condensed at one point, one relies on the force of rotation, and the other relies on an instantaneous explosion from point to surface.

This punch hit Mu Tian's chest, and the dark energy that exploded in an instant was like a bomb that had been counting down for a long time, exploding in an instant.

Mu Tian's internal strength protected the kidneys in his body and resisted the invasion of dark energy, but he couldn't defend against the most direct burst of power, and a deep fist mark was embedded in Mu Tian's chest, which made him fly upside down three meters away!

In the case of equal dark energy and internal strength, the most direct strength and speed have become the primary conditions for a decisive victory, and Mu Tian is obviously insufficient at this point!

After a rigorous test, the strength that the third level of the warrior can burst out is two hundred kilograms, which is seven or eight times that of ordinary people, and the strength brought by the third level of the martial arts can hit five hundred kilograms of power alone, and if it is coupled with the explosion of internal strength, it can play a number far beyond its own strength.

Killing a cow with one punch is definitely no joke!

So what is Wu Fan's strength?

This is going to talk about the power system of national arts, from punching to hitting the target, the average person can mobilize only 50% of the body's strength, and too much energy is wasted in unnecessary places.

And Guoshu is so well aware of this that he retains all his energy without wasting it at all and uses it in his fists, so he can burst out with 100% power, making them twice as powerful!

From this, it can be seen that Wu Fan's strength is no less than Mu Tian, who is a third-level martial artist.

But!

That is on the basis of establishing Wu Fan's third-level warrior, and the key problem is that the ability of Guoshu cannot be positioned by the measurement system of internal strength at all, these are two completely different systems, therefore, Wu Fan's strength is definitely greater than Mu Tian.

Coupled with the special explosive power brought by the half-step collapse fist, Wu Fan's punch made Mu Tian, who had internal strength to protect his body.

And Wu Fan's shock was not over, and then he stepped out, smashed the stone slab of the ring, and the whole person ejected.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Guoshu Yu beat Yu Qiang, and in an instant, Wu Fan bullied himself again, this time with his left elbow as his heart, and pressed towards Mu Tian, who was lying on the ground.

Mu Tian reacted in the blink of an eye, before he had time to think in his mind, he instinctively reacted to a roll and wanted to dodge Wu Fan's elbow blow, but Wu Fan reacted faster, and at the moment Mu Tian rolled, his left hand turned into a palm, pressed it on the ground, twisted his body stiffly, exerted his strength again, and quickly catapulted over.

And Mu Tian also stood up from the new combat strength in this gap, and drew a circle of arms, this time he did not resist hard, and unloaded most of his strength, but still took half a step back.

Every time he took a step, Wu Fan could always stir up a piece of rubble, the power was so great that the floor tiles on the ring were shattered layer by layer, and every punch was even more vigorous, and the fist wind he brought up seemed to be able to tear the air, and occasionally a punch passed by Mu Tian, which could instantly cause a blood mark on his body.

After knowing that the other party's strength was strong, Mu Tian changed his strategy and began to walk with footwork, taking off and moving, Wu Fan always expected the opportunity to dodge the past every time he bullied him, and at this time, the two began a tug-of-war.

"Hmph!" Wu Fan sneered, at this moment he had no doubt that he had the advantage, and the qi in his body was like a raging flame, Yu Lai Yu Lie, every punch and leg was like a wild dragon going out to sea, carrying an indomitable momentum, and wherever he passed, the wind was fierce.

With another step, the slate shattered! Wu Fan suddenly increased his speed, and his whole person turned into a streamer, and the dark energy flowed all over his body, heading straight for Mu Tianmian's door.

In the eyes of the audience, he could only barely capture Wu Fan's figure catapulting towards Mu Tian, but in Mu Tian's eyes, he had already seen pieces of fist shadows.

Can't hide!

Mu Tian's internal strength is already less than three layers left, but Wu Fan is getting stronger and stronger!

"If you can't hide, you can fight!"

Mu Tiangao shouted, a flame ignited in his heart, his eyes were shining, his internal strength went upstream, gathered above his head, and a trace of white gas could be faintly seen!

"The eighth punch of Bujiaquan!"

I saw that he actually put the top of his head directly at Wu Fan's fist, and the eighth fist of this step of the family fist was actually a fist with his head as a fist! I saw a faint flash of golden light above Mu Tian's head, mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, "snorting" in the air!

And Xingyi boxing has never been an elegant boxing road, it is a positive, narrow road to meet the brave to win!

"Cannon Fist!"

Wu Fan's whole body was secretly circulating, and there was a faint feeling of tearing the space on his fist, like a stormy wave, opening mountains and cracking rocks, and no one could stop him wherever he passed!

"Bang!"

Like a bomb exploding in an instant, Wu Fan's fist was against Mu Tian's eighth fist that sacrificed his life with his head as his fist, and a radius of dozens of meters centered on the two of them stirred up a cloud of smoke and dust, and the floor the size of the door panel was lifted one by one, as if a natural disaster had come, and the field was even hazy, and outsiders couldn't see the situation at all.

"This Mu Tian is also powerful, and he actually created the unique eighth punch of the Bujia Fist!" Ji Lan sighed, this eighth punch actually used the head as a fist, which was completely a way to fight with death in a desperate situation.

"What's even more surprising is that Wu Fan, the older generation of masters who are not very old but can fight, fight with their lives. Others sighed as well.

"Who won?"

This is the audience's question, it is the absolute final showdown that everyone can see, the kind of powerful and domineering hedging even the audience can feel the sense of urgency from the air, and then look at the power of arousal, this is definitely only one person can stand, or both of them lie down.

Eventually, the smoke slowly cleared.

A figure gradually showed clearly in front of the audience's eyes, the gray practice clothes were already worn, and there were all kinds of cracks and holes.

"It's Mu Tian!"

One of them shouted!

"Mu Tian won?"

"It's likely that after all, Wuying is a rare master!" one viewer tried to explain.

Ding Bo outside the court instantly had a heart hanging high, Liu Xiu kept clenching his fists, and Chen Xi's face was solemn!

Soon, the last bit of smoke finally cleared, and the final result was presented to everyone.

Wu Fan's body was standing straight, the coat of the navy blue tunics had already been beaten to pieces, and the fist wind brought by Mu Tian alone could tear it apart, and inside the coat was an army green vest, through which strong muscles could be observed.

"Didi"

The sound of water droplets was very small, and it was difficult for the audience to hear them, but they could see that along Wu Fan's right hand, a little bit of Yin Hong's blood was dripping on the ground