The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

Lin Qiusheng said to the soldiers of the Holy Alliance beside him.

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, if this person dares to see me, I will give him any strength!"

A muscular warrior, like a humanoid beast, stared at Zifeng and said with a sneer.

Shenmeng body refiner Wu Ba, terrified with horror, possesses physical power. When he was in Xuanwu, he once defeated a master in a heavy military environment.

He is also one of the top ten disciples.

Faced with the provocation of the Holy Alliance, Zifeng smiled contemptuously and walked off the tournament table.

Looking back, several other championships are in full swing.

Qi Xuan defeated her opponent with one punch and scored. He walked down from the tournament table in a cool manner, and a group of boxers exclaimed. "Brother, are you a sword alliance fighter?"

Girl Huang, who had been defeated by Lin Qiusheng before this, walked over with a group of swordsmen, and asked weakly.

"Yes."

Zifeng smiled faintly:

"Really? My name is Huang Xiaoxiao." said the girl in yellow.

"My name is Zifeng." Zifeng reacted coldly.

Brother Zifeng, you are so kind, you defeated Fang Lin with one punch. Huang Xiaoxiao looked at Zifeng obsessively and said.

"Brother, good job."

"Great, give us a long face."

The other soldiers of the Holy Alliance also said happily.

"Haha, God Alliance is just a pile of rubbish." Zifeng shook his head disdainfully.

Hush!

Hearing Zi Feng's words, Huang Xiaoxiao and a group of sword alliance fighters gasped in fright.

God alliance, a pile of rubbish.

They are all wondering how confident this person is and dare to say this.

Next, Zifeng experienced several games in the tenth battlefield.

There is no doubt that Zifeng was defeated by one blow.

There were also several Holy Alliance fighters who provoke Zifeng, and their meridians were all broken by Zifeng. Qi Linqiusheng's face was pale.

The championship is gradually entering its late stages, and the top boxers on the tenth battlefield have also appeared.

Lin Qiusheng, 78 points.

Wu Ba, 76 points.

Zifeng, 78 points.

Among them, Lin Qiusheng and Zifeng have not lost a game.

However, Wu Ba met Lin Qiusheng once, and when they beat him, Wu Ba gave in.

Next time, from 15th to 71st!

The 15th is Purple Wind.

The number 71 license plate is Wu Ba, and Shenmeng has high hopes for him.

Wu Ba and Zifeng are about to fight.

"Wu Ba will win. His physical training has reached the point where it is difficult for a basalt fighter to contend!"

I only need one punch to defeat Zifeng.

Zifeng will not be able to break his defense.

A group of soldiers were whispering.

Lin Qiusheng said sternly: "Brother Wu, at the last moment, crush him directly!"

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, I haven't seen this person." Wu Ba glanced at Zi Feng contemptuously. He stepped onto the game table confidently, staring at Zifeng.

"Get up and die."

Wu Ba roared.

Zi Feng sneered and went to the competition table, standing opposite Wu Ba.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance to kneel down and knock me three times. I can give you a break. Otherwise, when I beat you, I will have to cut all your meridians."

Wu Ba said viciously.

Are the soldiers of the Holy Alliance so confident?

"Go, if you can make me take a step back, I will lose!"

Zi Feng stood calmly on the spot and said coldly.

"Hahaha, arrogant!"

Wu Ba seems to have heard a big joke: "I can beat you to **** with one punch!"

Boom.

Wu Ba's exercise art, a violent force burst out of his body, his muscles squirmed, and power surged in it.

"Get out!"

boom.

Zifeng punched in the chest!

This person is too big to stand still and let Wu Ba attack. "Huh, this is just a death wish. Wu Ba can kill him with one punch!"

The Alliance Warrior said with a smile.

"Brother Zifeng, be careful. Wu Ba is a fitness trainer. He is very physically strong."

Huang Xiaoxiao shouted worriedly.

"Physical strength? Haha, my physical strength is at least three levels higher than him!"

Zifeng smiled disdainfully.

Wu Ba got cold all over, bombarded with a fist, hitting Zifeng's chest.

when?

The sound of steel clashing, Wu Ba's blow not only failed to repel Zi Feng, but a rebellious force shook Wu Ba's wrist.

"How can this be!"

Many fighters were waiting for Zifeng's defeat, but when they saw this scene, they suddenly appeared surprised.

Is this person also a body refiner?

"Oh my God, his physical strength is even more terrifying than Wu Ba!"

Wu Ba didn't knock Zifeng back with a punch, but was taken aback by Zifeng's physical strength.

A group of soldiers said in horror again and again.

The fighters of the Sword League are very excited. As long as Zifeng can defeat Wu Ba, only Lin Qiusheng can fight Zifeng on the tenth battlefield.

After defeating Lin Qiusheng, Zifeng was qualified to become one of the top ten disciples of the Outer Sect.

"Is that all? Go on."

Zifeng patted his chest, and smiled comfortably:

"Child, don't be crazy, I just used three points of strength."

"Now let you feel my full blow!"

Wu Ba was hurt by Zifeng's relaxed smile.

The strength of the body has been refined, and the rolling martial artist is at the same level as him, even the eight-fold martial artist in the basalt state cannot defeat it.

However, Wu Ba was depressed physically and mentally, and very angry.

"Split Mountain Fist!"

Wu Ba roared, full of anger, grim and spittle.

With a punch, under the bombardment of Conan the Destroyer, the air above it burst open, and the deafening sound blasted pain in the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers.

"Die me!"

Wu Ba lost a punch and hit Zifeng in the chest.

when?

There was still a loud noise from the impact on the steel, and Zifeng's feet seemed to be rooted in the competition stage, but did not move a step.

"This, this, how is this possible!"

This blow failed to repel Zifeng. Ba doubted his strength and looked at Zifeng in horror.

"nothing is impossible!"

"If you hit me twice, I will hit you twice."

Zi Feng coldly punched, step by step, with heavy blows, hitting Wu Ba's forehead like a mountain dumping.

Zifeng stepped onto the stage of the tournament and demonstrated his murderous aura.

On the game table, two strong winds entangled, and there were sword marks on the ground.

We have not met yet, but the momentum of the two sides has begun to collide fiercely!

Needless to say, the winner of this one is the king!