Super Master System

The look and expression made Gu Zhong want to rush up and strangle the kid to death.

What makes you serious? Do you want to try what is meant by ending before it starts?

Unhappy and returning unhappy, Yun Feifan started to move, unfolding intricate steps, and then walked around behind Gu Zhong, his spiritual power whizzed over and condensed a seal covering the entire competition platform.

What the hell? ? The knot in the sky kept pressing down, and it was about to fall on the top of Gu Zhong.

The violent wind blew the black hair of the ancient bell, and felt the strong pressure from above, his scalp numb.

"It's Jiuziyin! The ability of Senior Brother Yun to condense such a large range of seals in a short time is definitely an insight into this holy martial skill!

The Jiuzi Yin is a unique skill of the Cangshan School. Only the head and the direct disciples of the head can practice it. It is a saint-level low-grade martial skill. There are nine levels of this martial skill, but many disciples have at most three or four levels. I can no longer continue to diligently.

Seeing Yun Feihua's momentum displayed casually, at least he has already comprehended the sixth or even seventh. It is indeed a disciple who has high hopes from the head.

"not good!"

Gu Zhong had no time to escape, so he could only use Zhishang to defend himself.

Boom—————

Jiu Ziyin and Zhishang's defensive cover confronted each other. After a strong turmoil, Gu Zhong dragged Pan Gu axe back several steps.

At this time, Yun Feifan attacked again, changing rapidly twice in a row, and the Nine Ziyins were displayed at the same time, and two huge seals were pressed down from the sky.

boom! boom!

The ancient head was not stabilized yet and was hit again. The condensed Zhishang defensive cover instantly shattered, and the person retreated wildly. When he stabilized his body, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood. .

Damn, it turned out to be a half-step Primal Spirit Realm, better than the unjust fucking!

After several collisions, Gu Zhong finally figured out Yun Extraordinary strength.

The surprise and doubt in Yun Feifan's heart must be no less than that of Gu Zhong. After all, the cultivation level of Gu Zhong's face, but the peak of the real pill realm, logically speaking, the ancient clock is already a cold corpse.

The results of it? He didn't even vomit blood in the mouth, which is really outrageous.

Yun Feifan was not eager to attack, but said in amazement: "Your defensive martial skills may not be of low quality."

Being able to block his saint-level martial arts one after another is definitely not something ordinary ordinary products can do.

"I don't know, my wife gave it."

Gu Zhong took a mouthful of blood and said shamelessly.

Zhou Ruoxiao, who was still a little concerned about the ancient clock, blushed again when she heard these words.

The whole body's cold was uncontrollably released.

"Uncle Master..."

"cold…."

"Aqian~~"

"Calm down..."

The few people standing next to Zhou Ruoxiao no longer care whether their head can win against a strong enemy. They are even more concerned, following the rhythm of the dialogue between the head and Yun Feihua.

Can they resist it and not be frozen into ice sculptures by the uncle before the head of the boss steps down?

The ball is up, head, you close the wheat.

"Wife?" Could this person's grandmother also be a warrior? Yun Extraordinary secretly said.

"call!"

Gu Zhong let out a sigh of relief, his eyes serious.

Compared with Wuyi's demon sect, Yun Feihua is several times stronger than Wuyi's demon school, both in strength and martial skills, and must be taken seriously, otherwise he will lose face to see the younger sister.

"brush!"

Gu Zhong stepped on his light boots, and his whole person ran lightly, his psychic energy poured into the Pan Gu axe, and the surface of the axe flashed with blue light.

It was just a big gap compared with Yun Feifan's heavy spiritual power.

Fart! There is no such word in Laozi's dictionary!

"brush!"

The Pan Gu axe slashed down again, and the cyan blade light cut through the void and swept across.

Yun Feifan also knew that the opponent's weapon was strong, so he didn't blindly use his spiritual power to fight head-on, but stepped on his body to avoid it.

"boom!"

Axe cut open the table!

"Swipe! Brush!"

Gu Zhong took advantage of the trend and chopped it again.

boom!

boom!

For a while, the blue sword light broke out frequently and slashed on the ground, suddenly bringing up billowing dust!

Everyone's vision was obstructed, but they were also amazed that although the ancient clock fell behind the wind, its momentum was very strong.

This alone is worthy of respect!

The previous nine games, plus the one between Fengyue and Gu Zhong, had already won honor for these ten people, so even if Gu Zhong lost, the disciples of the Shangjing Cangshan faction would not laugh at him.

boom!

There was a thick fist in the dust.

"Tatata!"

Gu Zhong retreated all the way, until it retreated to the edge of the martial arts field, and then reluctantly slashed to the ground with a knife to stabilize his body.

"Wow!"

This time it was difficult to control, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Judging from the situation, everyone guessed that the head of Gu must have been slapped again by Yun Feifan.

Finally...vomited blood!

"Head!"

The disciple who was in the freezing cold suddenly became worried.

"Don't be aggressive, boss!"

"Strong?"

"does not exist!"

"Is this seat really strong?"

Gu Zhong shouted angrily, the spiritual energy in his body madly poured into the Pan Gu axe, and the dark axe was instantly lit.

Yun Feifei's pupils shrank sharply, because in his perception, Gu Zhong's aura was showing explosive growth.