Chapter 883
"Boom!"
The second punch!
The powerful force cut through the air, and a sharp whistle was heard!
The two fists collided again.
The air wave was like a flood!
Fang Ming's arm shook, his robe fluttered, and he still stood there without moving!
But Luo Qingzhou couldn't help himself and retreated "swoosh swoosh swoosh".
Fang Ming still didn't rush to pursue the victory, and continued to move forward slowly while accumulating strength.
As if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.
But the flashing fist aura in his hand had blocked all the space on both sides.
The space where Luo Qingzhou was was compressed step by step!
"Moo——"
Just as he stood firm, he rushed up again!
The third punch!
His fists became horns, and his body was like a fierce bull, coming in an instant.
The devil bull collides!
"Bang!"
This time, the combination of strength and speed finally made Fang Ming's body shake and retreat a few steps.
His pupils shrank, and he seemed to feel his face was dull. He suddenly took a few steps forward, and then rushed forward. He poured all the power of the Grandmaster into his fist and attacked fiercely!
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the fist light exploded like the scorching sun!
Luo Qingzhou flew backwards again and hit the formation light shield behind him heavily.
When he stood up from the ground, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Sure enough, the difference in cultivation is too big. After all, there is a big realm difference."
"The disciple of Piaomiao Xianzong is very cautious. I'm afraid he won't give the boy any chance. A few more punches, I guess he can't stand it."
"The boy is already very good. He won three games in a row from Piaomiao Xianzong, and now he is fighting against the opponent's Grandmaster. Other practitioners don't have this strength."
"Indeed, I don't know who will be sent to play in the next few games of Da Yan."
The people under the stage saw that there seemed to be no suspense in this competition, and they all whispered.
The people of Da Yan were solemn and silent.
Nangong Huoyue clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, staring at the figure on the stage motionlessly.
Fang Ming's test was over.
He rushed forward directly, and the fist in his hand suddenly turned into a sky full of fist shadows, like a small mountain of fist shadows, crushing towards Luo Qingzhou!
The true strength of the Grandmaster was fully demonstrated at this moment!
Luo Qingzhou had no way to avoid it.
Moreover, he didn't want to avoid it!
"Wow!"
A black fist light suddenly lit up on his fist, and a demon bull suddenly appeared behind him!
Then, he rushed into the opponent's fist shadow!
Explosive sounds rang around him.
His whole body seemed to be heavily beaten by the opponent's fist shadow and fist light.
Waves of pain came from all over his body.
It was like a sword being hammered by a hammer, gradually beating out all the impurities inside.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion!
The fist light disappeared, and he flew backwards, falling heavily in the corner of the battle platform.
When he stood up from the ground, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. He was hit all over his body, in a mess and in pain.
But at this moment, he felt extremely comfortable.
The power that had been accumulated in his body for a long time had been ready to move. Now he could finally release it without any scruples. At the same time, he could use this surging power and the opponent's power to start breaking through!
Continue!
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rushed up again!
Fang Ming's pupils shrank, and his fists suddenly roared like a beast. His two fists suddenly grew many times larger and hit him hard again.
Luo Qingzhou was knocked away.
But he was still fearless, and it seemed that he had not suffered any shock injuries in his body. He immediately stood up and rushed towards him.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Fang Ming gritted his teeth and fiercely released his grandmaster's power, his fists smashing like a storm.
He didn't believe that the opponent, with a mere grandmaster's body, could withstand his attacks all the time!
After half an incense stick!
After an incense stick!
After half an hour...
Fang Ming's attack was like a wave, one after another, and each punch was full of terrible power.
The entire battlefield was almost covered by his fist light.
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang.
He sent out another fist light with terrifying power, like a roaring beast, swallowing the boy opposite in one bite!
But when the fist light dissipated, the boy actually stood up from the ground again.
I saw that the opponent's clothes were stained with blood, and the skin seemed to have been torn everywhere, and the robe on his body was also torn a lot, looking particularly miserable.
But the opponent not only did not fall down, but looked more energetic, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!
After half an hour of violent attacks, the opponent could still do this!
Fang Ming clenched his fists, his chest was heaving, his mouth was panting heavily, and dense sweat oozed out of his head.
Even a grandmaster could not stand such continuous and fierce attacks.
What's more, the opponent did not just stand there and let him hit him, his counterattack was equally fierce.
Fang Ming clenched his fists and felt his fists and arms were a little numb.
At the same time, more than half of the Yuanli in the Danhai had been consumed.
It is said that he had consumed so much Yuanli of the grandmaster level, and the Yuanli of the other party at the grandmaster level should have been gone long ago.
"The other party should have been at the end of his strength..."
Thinking like this in his heart, he took a deep breath, and the Yuanli in his body rushed to his fists again.
Do it in one go!
"Boom!"
He rushed up again!
This time, it was still a continuous and fierce attack.
The Yuanli surged out like a wave, and the fist light poured out like a storm!
There were piercing screams in the air.
The formation shields around him also flickered in this fierce attack.
Nearly half an hour passed again.
There was little Yuanli left in his body, and he had to stop after throwing the last punch.
At this time, his face was a little pale, his chest was heaving violently, the heavy breathing in his mouth was clearly visible, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
At the same time, the Danhai in his body was twitching slightly to warn.
The Yuanli in the Danhai was almost exhausted.
He panted and looked at the opposite side.
The dazzling fist light dissipated, and the boy on the opposite side was knocked to the ground, covered in blood, and finally seemed unable to get up.
He was relieved immediately.
Everyone in the audience was silent, looking at the figure lying on the ground with complicated expressions.
Being able to hold on for so long under the fist of the grandmaster, even making the grandmaster almost fall down due to exhaustion, this strength is terrifying.
What's more, he is only a grandmaster!
He was knocked down again and again, and stood up from the ground again and again.
This is not only supported by strength, but also by terrible willpower!
This boy fought for his country and was ready to die!
At this moment, everyone's hearts were full of admiration and regret, and they sighed secretly.
It's a pity that such a brave boy with passion, loyalty and talent was born in the weak Da Yan.
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Not only the people in the audience felt sorry, but also the people in Penglai Fairy Island and Jiutian Yaotai felt sorry at this moment.
On the cloud boat not far away.
Fairy Qin Yao had already come out of the room with several disciples and stood at the bow.
At this moment, everyone in Da Yan clenched their fists and stared at the figure lying on the stage.
On the battle stage.
Fang Ming calmed down the blood in his body a little, then took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked towards the boy opposite, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
This boy must be killed on the spot!
In addition to avenging those junior brothers and sisters and explaining to the elders of the sect, he also had to wash away his shame!
Also, the strength and willpower of this boy frightened him!
Must be killed!
"Shua!"
His fist shone again, and he walked over step by step.
Offstage.
Among the people of Dayan, Nangong Huoyue's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "Dean!"
Bai Yishan immediately looked at Jia Xun standing next to the battle stage. When he was about to admit defeat, the crowd beside him suddenly gasped.
"Stand up! He stood up again!"
Bai Yishan's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly looked at the stage.
The young man who fell to the ground and was covered in blood stood up slowly from the ground, and stood so straight, and even said, "Not enough, continue..."
Fang Ming on the opposite side paused, and his heart suddenly shrank.
At this moment, his fist with a gleam of fist suddenly trembled.
"Grandmaster? It seems that the strength is still not enough..."
Luo Qingzhou whispered again, and suddenly his figure flashed and rushed up!
"Moo——"
The demon bull roared!
At the same time, a red lightning flashed on his fist!
The black fist light and the red lightning instantly magnified in Fang Ming's pupils!
"Boom!"
He threw a punch in a hurry!
The two fists collided heavily.
But this time, his grandmaster's power was completely defeated!
His body shook and was directly blown away by a huge force. At the same time, the protective wind and protective light shield on his body broke instantly.
He no longer had enough energy in his body to help him continue to maintain and repair these defensive light shields.
He hit the formation light shield behind him heavily and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
When the dignity of the Immortal Sect disciple made him stand up from the ground despite the pain, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The whole process was just like the process of the boy opposite being beaten by him just now.
This scene made all the practitioners in the audience silent.
"Boom!"
Luo Qingzhou's second punch hit again.
Black fist light, with purple lightning!
Fang Ming desperately used up his last strength, with red eyes, and swung his fist.
But this time, he was knocked out again!
"Bang!"
Luo Qingzhou threw a third punch!
Black fist light, with black lightning!
This punch directly dented Fang Ming's chest!
"Zizi..."
Three-color lightning suddenly appeared on Luo Qingzhou's fist!
Fang Ming lay on the ground, eyes wide open, blood gushing out of his chest and mouth. He seemed to want to admit defeat and beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Streams of blood gushed out of his mouth.
At this moment, the grandmaster disciple of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect felt fear and despair for the first time.
"Stop! We..."
Under the stage, Zhou Yuanshan shouted angrily and wanted to admit defeat, but as an elder of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, he couldn't shout those two words in front of so many people.
He only hoped that if he shouted "Stop", the other party would really stop.
"Boom--"
Luo Qingzhou turned a deaf ear to it, and the black fist light with three-color lightning directly smashed down at the grandmaster of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect on the ground!
With a loud bang!
Fang Ming's whole body was directly blown to pieces by the exploding fist light.
At the same time, his soul was instantly annihilated in the roaring three-color lightning and turned into nothingness!
The practitioners under the stage were silent and watched this scene with wide eyes.
"Wow!"
On the stage, the dazzling fist light slowly disappeared.
The figure of the young man standing upright slowly appeared in the light.
On the ground, there was a pool of bloody flesh.
The disciple of Piaomiao Xianzong had been killed, his soul was scattered...
There was a dead silence below the stage.
Everyone in Piaomiao Xianzong had an extremely ugly expression on their faces, and they couldn't believe it.
Especially those young disciples, their faces were pale.
The young man named Zhu Yufeng, who had just not dared to go on stage, was trembling with his teeth and shaking all over, and murmured in a trembling voice: "Fortunately... Fortunately..."
The people of Dayan opposite the stage were also silent, with unbelievable expressions on their faces.
Won...
Won again...
Grandmaster vs. Grandmaster...
Even Bai Yishan, whose face was always calm, was stained with blood and became excited.
Unbelievable!
This time, Luo Qingzhou neither sprinkled powder nor took anything.
He raised his head and looked at the people of Piaomiao Xianzong below the stage. After a pause, he said in a light tone: "The next game will still be me."
His tone was flat.
But at this moment, all the practitioners below the stage felt a domineering aura that made their blood boil!
The third game was me!
The fourth game was still me!
The fifth game was still me!
The sixth game was still me!
The next game was still me!
He won four games in a row, and the next game was still him!
Although his robe was torn, scarred, and covered in blood, and he looked shaky and embarrassed, at this moment, when he said this, almost no one in the audience dared to despise and laugh at him.
This is a domineering and power that makes people feel excited from the bottom of their hearts and souls!
And for Piaomiao Xianzong.
This young man finally made them feel fear - the fear of a cultivator from a small country and a master level!
It's really funny.
Before coming here, even when the young man won three games in a row on the stage, they didn't feel this way.
But now, they really felt it.
"The sixth match, Da Yan wins!"
At this time, Jia Xun's indifferent voice finally broke the silence in the arena.
Then, he waved his sleeves and removed the light shield on the stage.
"We won! We won again!"
The people of Da Yan cheered like thunder, and rushed to the young man on the stage with a whoosh.
The body behind the young man was still lying there coldly with blood and flesh.
No one from the Piao Miao Xian Zong came up immediately to take him away.
Grandmaster vs. Grandmaster, defeated miserably, body and soul destroyed.
All the practitioners in the world were watching, who would have the face to come up?
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