MTL - King of Gods-Chapter 39 Let you ten strokes

Challenge the stage.

The genius children of the two major warriors are far away.

One party is the recently risen "dark horse", sweeping the outer Zhao Feng; the other is the innermost number of the most powerful genius Zhao Han.

The field gradually calmed down.

For this battle, everyone felt that there was not much suspense, but it was still very exciting.

Call ~

Zhao Han’s face was cold and chilling. The body’s turbulent martial arts were in the air, and it was like a cold, and it caused a cold and oppressive wind.

A few feet apart, Zhao Feng felt a chill, and the body was cold.

This is not an illusion, but a real cold. It is caused by the special and powerful martial arts inside Zhao Han.

"The strong internal strength of the martial arts also contains special attributes, which are stronger than some of the five peaks."

Some of the seniors of the Zhao family lost their voices.

indeed.

The inner strength of Zhao Han’s martial arts is too amazing.

On that day, with the "Xin Yu", the third in the inner layer of the Xin family, Zhao Han, with this huge advantage, won with only one stroke.

At that time, the power of Zhao Han went deep into the heart.

To this day, Zhao Han’s control over the violent internal strength of the body is far better than the last time, and the body becomes even more terrible.

"Zhao Han, this child, a few months ago, had a chance to take advantage of the power of a mysterious ice crystal fragment, let the martial arts strength, and make a leap."

A senior old man explained with a smile.

"It turns out that, but the opportunity is not to be forced."

Senior elders, nodded.

The mainland of Qinghua, boundless and prosperous, has survived for thousands of times, leaving countless suspense and monuments. The living creatures living on this continent, there are many people who have adventures, soaring in a day, squid leaping to the dragon gate.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Han is such a lucky person.

In the past six months, he relied on his personal experience to make his training and strength soar, and he has the qualification to hit the first place in the inner layer.

"Zhao Feng, I will give you three opportunities."

Zhao Han is at the height of his height, and the chill in his voice seems to be integrated with his own martial arts. It is only a slogan that condenses incomparable power and makes people shudder.

Three opportunities?

The crowd did not think that he was arrogant, but he took it for granted.

After all, Zhao Han’s ranking is far beyond Zhao Feng. After doing so, he will not be able to win the game and be detained with a hat of “strong bullying”.

"Ha ha ha ... three strokes? Zhao Han! Do you have this amount of equipment? Zhao can give you ten opportunities."

Zhao Fengchang laughed, unexpectedly strong, and retorted.

Ten strokes!

On the field, I looked at Zhao Feng's gaze as if I were watching a monster.

Zhao Feng not only did not want Zhao Han to make three moves, but also took the initiative to let ten strokes.

This kind of counterattack, at least in terms of momentum, is not weak and half, and even counter-pressure.

After a sensation, the field resumed quiet.

"He must be joking and talking about it."

"When it is not true."

Someone shook his head.

"In any case, he must lose, so what is the difference between the ten tricks."

......

"Ten tricks?"

Zhao Han was stunned by his face, his eyebrows faintly twitching, and his anger was burning in his chest. The words were cold and bitter: "...you are looking for shame!"

Snoring!

The voice did not fall, and his arms and shoulders twitched with a silvery cold, like a winter snow frost, emitting a suppressed cold.

Forty-eight inner-aged children sitting opposite each other, many people shuddered.

In the cold and screaming, Zhao Han palm twitched a layer of silver cold snow frost, like a thick ice knife, smashing toward Zhao Feng.

With the martial arts five-fold cultivation, and even the strong martial arts internal strength, the power of Zhao Han's palm is enough to shock all martial arts.

"The first move... Come well!"

Zhao Feng snorted and did not attack, urging Lingdu to protect his body and secretly running the "Iron Wall".

Two figures, one attack and one guard, hard together.

Snapped!

Zhao Hanyi cut Zhao Feng in the palm of his hand. The latter's figure was slightly stunned, and his arm was surprisingly turned. He successfully intercepted the cold palm.

In an instant, the two martial arts were in the air and collided.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

One of the figures, a few steps back and forth, accompanied by amazement.

what happened!

Some of the Zhao people on the field were completely shocked.

Because of the wretched figure, it is Zhao Han!

Zhao Han retired a few meters, his body shape was steady and his face was gloomy.

His arm, numb, a faint sigh of pain, could not help but lose his voice: "How can he have such a terrible power."

Ten days ago, Zhao Han had confronted Xin Qi, and the other side’s refining martial arts was good, almost threatening him.

However, compared with Zhao Feng, the day’s Xin Xin is a small witch.

"Oh, in this world, you can have more than one adventure."

Zhao Feng smiled and smiled, and his body exuded a fierce but fascinating martial art.

The strength of the martial art, even breaking through the martial arts, reached the point of five martial arts.

The most important thing is that Zhao Feng’s internal strength in the martial arts is very condensed, and the control is more satisfactory. Unlike Zhao Han, the mottled is impure and wins by volume.

"The martial arts five-fold inner strength!"

The elders on the battle platform were a little surprised.

The repairs revealed by Zhao Feng are four peaks, but the inner strength of the martial arts has reached the five-level level.

"His refining martial arts is very clever, and I am afraid that it will surpass all the inner children of this family."

The white-beard referee has a smile on his face.

Facts have proved that he supports Zhao Feng and is a correct choice.

"He has some temperament in his body. It seems that this time has some opportunities in recent days."

Zhao Tiancang, the owner, has a slightly narrow eye.

"Kids! Hugh to be proud, I just played 50% of the strength."

Zhao Han’s eyes are cold and some are angry and angry.

Snow cold palm!

Zhao Han's body shape fluttered, and a palm slowly shot.

That palm seems to be slow, but it pushes to condense a more violent cold current. The attack has not arrived, and the coldness is cold, so that the opponent's blood will condense.

"The second move!"

Zhao Feng was not ill, and steadily stayed in the same place, urging "Lingdu Discouragement" and "Iron Tick", once again caught Zhao Han's attack.

Canopy!

The two people had a dull and low-pitched shock in front of them. During the collision between the martial arts, there was a ring of air and waves, which were wrapped for four or five meters, which allowed the martial arts to dump and be injured.

The second hard squat, Zhao Han figure out again a few steps, the arm is almost stiff.

After the retreat of Zhao Han, Zhao Feng also felt a chilly internal strength and drilled into the body.

However, after the cultivation of the "Tiebi 诀" to the fourth floor, not only the whole body is like an iron wall, but also the invulnerability of the martial arts.

What's more, Zhao Feng's "Lingdu Discouragement" is not a vegetarian, and it has the real repair of Wudao Wuzhong.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Han’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, madly urging a more powerful martial arts internal strength, flew to Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng in the line of sight, like an iron wall, does not move.

When he attacked like a storm, Zhao Feng's iron wall was not broken, and his power was amazing. He was shocked again and again.

"A strong body, this kind of defense, I am afraid to rank first in the inner layer."

The children of the Zhao people who were present were almost sluggish.

The second move... the third move... the fourth move...

Every time Zhao Feng picks up a move, he will make a sound prompt and bring great pressure to Zhao Han.

That's right.

He has been passive defense and has not attacked.

"God, is he really going to make Zhao Han ten strokes."

"Yes, there have been five moves, and he has not taken the initiative."

There was a horror in the field.

On the bench seat, Zhao Yijian, the twelfth, paled: "How could this be... How has his strength been promoted to this point? Adventure? Why not me!"

"He not only did not die, but also had a chance..."

Zhao Tianjian on the battle platform, looked pale and almost blown up.

He hired people to assassinate Zhao Feng, but instead urged the other party to make rapid progress, it is really a stealing of the chicken.

"The defense is like the iron wall, and the power is infinite. Even the inner strength of the martial arts can resist a few points. He at least cultivated the "Tiebi 诀" to the fourth floor."

Zhao Yufei's face is full of shock, and she can hardly believe her eyes.

Even if I tell my grandfather about this fact, I am afraid I can't believe it.

We must know that Zhao Feng’s "Iron Tent" was exchanged from her side. For the strength of this martial arts and the difficulty of cultivation, Zhao Yufei is the clearest.

The fifth measure... the sixth move... the seventh move...

Zhao Han’s attack is more and more crazy.

In the end, his eyes were in chaos, his blood was shining, his lips were bitten.

however.

Repeated attacks made his tiger's mouth shatter, blood and DC, not only did not hurt Zhao Feng, but he was not hurt.

"The ninth move ... the tenth move --" Zhao Feng's voice suddenly increased: "Zhao Han! Ten strokes have passed! Your combat power is getting worse and worse, disappointing."

His voice, like a nightmare, made Zhao Han physically and mentally shocked.

Ten strokes have passed!

Zhao Feng is not a rumor.

Let you ten strokes, let you ten strokes.

do as promised!

In this case, many Zhao people and family elders were shocked.

It can be expected that Zhao Feng will never passively defend after ten strokes.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

Zhao Feng's palms set off a blue-colored atmosphere, like a flaming flame, whistling like a dragon, strange.

He is playing "Rangerous Dragon Fist", which almost surpasses the "Foot Dragon Fist" of perfection!

Up to now, Zhao Feng's "Round Dragon Fist", faintly wants to break through the original boxing style, and incorporates the agility and elegance of "Lingdu Discouragement".

啪嗙——

The elegant punch, just cut the flaws in Zhao Han's body, hit the target moment, bursting out the power of the roar of the roaring dragon.

Wow!

Zhao Han spit out a blood, his body receded and his arm was almost shaken.

But at this moment, he completely lost his senses and snarled to launch a counterattack.

The more you can, the more flaws he has.

In the eyes of Zhao Feng, the other side is like a young child waving a stick, without any lethality.

When Zhao was quiet and peaked, Zhao Feng believed that his strength should be equal to the second Zhao Feng, even slightly better than two points. Now that he loses his sense, there is no threat.

"I don't believe, give me a defeat -"

After a stroke of retreat, Zhao Han became more and more crazy, just arrogant use of martial arts internal strength, no technical content.

Soon, Zhao Feng escaped from Zhao Han’s blow, and his foot was in the middle of his abdomen.

Hey!

Zhao Han’s body flew out a dozen meters in the volley and fell a dog to eat.

I do not believe!

Zhao Han face Pang Wei, struggling to get up, want to counterattack.

"The referee, still not sentenced him to lose!"

Zhao Feng brows and reminds him.

"what!"

Hosting the referee, he "woke up" and announced loudly: "Zhao Han, the challenge failed! The challenged party Zhao Feng, replacing the position of the third place."

Third place?

Zhao Feng’s mouth twitched with a smile.

His goal is to reach the top three in the inner layer and it is now realized.