The Warrior Who Crosses the Heavens

boom!

On the platform of the Wharf Entertainment City, Lei Hu picked up hard qigong, blasted out his heavy punches like a shotgun shell, and collided fiercely with the mighty iron fist on the opposite side, making a muffled sound.

A majestic force screamed from the fist, the arm bone joints crackled, and some could not withstand the violent violent force. Thunder Tiger's tall and strong body stepped back and forth in three steps.

Wu Ke hadn't waited for him to completely heal the blood in his body, and a sharp iron fist had whistled.

The fist made a sharp noise when it rubbed against the air. Obviously, the speed of the fist was astonishing, and its strength should not be underestimated.

Xun Leihu reached out to block, followed the huge strength of his arm back, and suddenly squatted out with one leg.

Yan Zhendong on the opposite side was unmoved. The exposed calf's skin suddenly tightened, and he carried a fierce whip leg of Thunder Tiger, and his body moved half a meter across the platform.

He is not vegetarian, and his other leg is flying on the ground, going straight to the root of Thunder Tiger's thigh.

Just swept out one leg, did not hurt Yan Zhendong's support leg, but was shocked by the huge strength of the leg, which caused the blood to swell and throb the leg bones. Seeing the opponent's leg shovel was unceremonious, Thunder Tiger was shocked to overlap his hands Take a shot forward, just on the feet of steel as hard as a shovel.

By the hand, the body returned to the huge shock, and flew backwards, avoiding the fierce shovel leg, and fell steadily on the platform, three meters away.

Xun Zhou's anger and blood channeling was uncomfortable, and he was successively subjected to extremely powerful counter-vibration force. The layers of stacking shocked him, making it difficult for him to calm down.

Ji Yan Zhendong didn't plan to give him a breather. Several steps rushed to Lei Hu before stepping, and fists in both hands like a dragon out of the sea.

Fight!

Qi Leihu had not recovered his qi and blood disorder at this time. Seeing that his opponent did not give him a chance to breathe, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward in secret, his upper body condensed on his fists and whistled out.

The two played fast, and saw the two figures flipping on top of the ring. It was almost impossible to tell whether it was true or not.

The sound of the fierce collision of banging and banging was endless, and his fists and dances brought out a loud and explosive roar.

This is definitely a wonderful showdown. It is also a screaming battle of hundreds of spectators.

The well-known Leihutang, the famous loyalty church, and Yan Zhendong, Qilu's iron cloth shirt, which has gained popularity recently, have become fierce from the beginning. Both of them are senior bright masters, and dare not care at all.

Shooting is their own best ability. Thunder Tiger's combat skills are extremely sharp, almost everything is used, or fists or palms or claws or legs. As long as they can attack, they become the most powerful attack weapon. .

Yan Yanzheng's methods are even more stern. A pair of iron fists whistled with fierce strength and strength, his legs widened and closed like a knife and an axe, and he overwhelmingly dominated.

The most frightening thing is that his fist and foot attack not only is fierce and overbearing, but also every attack, regardless of the fist and foot, brings a tremendous force of great strength.

In contrast, Thunder Tiger is much worse. He can use most of his body strength, but he can't take into account the fist and foot, that is, the fist with fierce and aggressive power attack, but there is no way to carry the vigorous energy on his legs and feet.

The same is true in the opposite direction. The legs and feet are stiff, and even if the fists can carry the strength, the power is weakened a lot.

This is the gap between Ming Jin's middle period and Ming Jin's later period or even the peak level!

还 I can't see it in a short time, but the effects of mutual bombardment will soon appear over a long period of time, and it will have a severe test on the ability of the body to bear.

The battle between Lei Hu and Yan Zhendong proved exactly this!

Within 50 strokes, Thunder Tiger can rely on his **** courage and exquisite and powerful means, and he can compete with Yan Zhendong quite well.

After 50 strokes, the body was subjected to tremendous pressure from backlashes, qi and blood disorders in the body, tremor of bones and bones, and parts of the body that were greatly hurt by the shock of the backlash, which greatly affected the performance of Thunder Tiger. .

After the next 30 strokes, he could only attack less and defend more. In the end, he even lost his ability to counterattack.

After eighty moves, Thunder Tiger's defeat is set!

boom!

Rising up Yu Yong, fighting the risk of cracking his fists, gritting his teeth and Yan Zhendong Honglai to fight a hard fist, another wave of huge seismic shock rushed forward, regardless of the severe pain of the fist arm back, body like The parabola generally rises upside down and falls directly to the edge of the platform.

"I surrender!"

He didn't continue to stubbornly, he jumped off the platform directly and let Yan Zhendong fly forward, his face was calm and his sweat was dripping on his forehead, and his mouth gasped like a bellow of crazy agitation.

The whole body was covered with bruises and bruises. Every part that was attacked by Yan Zhendong's fists and strengths came with a lot of pain at this time. If it was not for his strong willpower, I was afraid he could not help rolling and mourning.

He is like this, but his condition is not very good at this time, even walking a step feels very difficult ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But, he did not blame Yan Zhendong at all, but his heart was quite uplifted.

Xu and Yan Zhendong fought fiercely, although the blood and blood in his body were shaken and trembled, the periosteal membranes were not badly injured, but he also touched the threshold of Ming Jin's later stage.

Sure enough, high-intensity, high-risk fierce battles are the best way to upgrade the state of art!

"Assign!"

On the ring, Yan Zhendong stood up and folded his hands as a gift to Thunder Tiger, turned around and jumped off from the other side of the ring. In the audience's crazy shouting and cheering, the meteor strode away from the player channel.

No one noticed, Yan Zhendong's hands dangled from the side, he kept trembling slightly.

Obviously, in the 80th round of the mid-term masters like Lei Hu, he did not hurt him too much, but Yan Zhendong was the final winner, and others didn't think much about it.

"Ahu is all right?"

Lin Shirong, who had been standing on the edge of the platform, found that it was not right, and rushed to the quietly immobile Thunder Tiger, and eagerly asked loudly, his eyes began to turn red.

"Nothing, there will be no problem when I calm down the agitated blood in my body!"

He shook his head and the Thunder Tiger looked calm and normal, soothing the anxious Lin Shirong. It didn't take long for him to move forward, as if nothing had left the player's channel.

As for the deafening boos from the audience, he didn't care at all, as if he hadn't heard the general look calmly, but Lin Shirong left with his face full of embarrassment, not embarrassed. Not thick enough.

"It's grass, it's Naina, it hurts me!"

When I returned to the player's lounge, Thunder Tiger couldn't hold back his masterful style anymore, his teeth cracked and his throat was exhaled ...