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Chapter 883 Anti-kill the grand master!The next game will still be me!

"boom!"

Second punch!
A powerful force pierced the air, and there was a piercing scream!
The fists of the two collided again.

The waves are like a torrent!

Fang Ming's arm trembled, his robe fluttered, and he still stood there without moving!

But Luo Qingzhou couldn't help himself, "噗噐咒" backed away.

Fang Ming was still not in a hurry to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, and continued to move forward slowly while accumulating strength.

It's like taking a walk in the garden.

But the flickering fist light in his hand has already blocked all the space on both sides.

The space where Luo Qingzhou was located was being compressed step by step!
"Moo-"

As soon as he stood firm, he rushed up again!

Third punch!
His fists formed into horns, his body was like a fierce bull, and he came in an instant.

Magic Bull Clash!

"boom!"

This time, the combination of strength and speed finally made Fang Ming startled and took a few steps back.

His pupils shrank, as if feeling dull, he suddenly took a few steps forward, and then rushed forward, all the power of the great master was poured into his fist, and he attacked suddenly!

"boom!"

With a bang, the fist light exploded like the scorching sun!

Luo Qingzhou flew backward again, and hit heavily on the formation mask behind him.

When he stood up from the ground, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Sure enough, the difference in cultivation base is too big, after all, there is a big difference in realm."

"That disciple of Misty Immortal Sect is very cautious, I'm afraid he won't give that young man any chance. If you give him a few more punches, he probably won't be able to take it anymore."

"That boy is already very good. He has won three matches in a row in the Misty Immortal Sect, and now he is fighting against the opponent's great master. Other cultivators don't have this strength."

"Indeed, I don't know who will be sent in the next few rounds of Dayan."

Seeing that there seemed to be no suspense in this competition, everyone in the audience began to discuss in low voices.

Everyone in Dayan looked dignified and silent.

Nangong Huoyue clenched her hands tightly, her eyes fixed on the figure on the stage.

Fang Ming's temptation has ended.

He rushed straight up, and the fist in his hand suddenly turned into shadows of fists all over the sky, like a hill of fist shadows, rolling towards Luo Qingzhou!

The true strength of the grand master is fully displayed at this moment!

Luo Qingzhou cannot avoid it.

Moreover, he didn't want to avoid it either!

"Wow!"

A black glow suddenly lit up on his fist, and a phantom of a demon cow suddenly appeared behind him!
Then, he rushed into the opponent's fist shadow!

A loud bang resounded around him.

His whole body seemed to be beaten heavily by the shadow and light of the opponent's fist.

A burst of pain came from all over the body.

It was like a precious sword, being hammered repeatedly with an iron hammer, gradually removing all the impurities in it.

"boom!"

A bang!
The fist light disappeared, he flew backwards, and fell heavily in the corner of the battle arena.

When he stood up from the ground, he said "wow", and spit out another mouthful of blood. He was punched all over his body, embarrassed and in pain.

But at this moment, he felt extremely comfortable.

The power accumulated in his body has been ready to move for a long time, and now he can finally release it without any scruples. At the same time, he can 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 charged forward again!
Fang Ming's pupils shrank, and his fists suddenly roared like a wild animal. The two fists suddenly swelled many times, and they smashed hard again.

Luo Qingzhou was thrown into the air.

But he was still fearless, and he didn't seem to have suffered any shock damage in his body, so he immediately got up and rushed towards him.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fang Ming gritted his teeth, violently released the power of his great master, and smashed his fists like a storm.

He didn't believe that the opponent, with the physical body of a mere master, could always resist his attack!
After half a column of incense!

After a stick of incense!
After half an hour...

Fang Ming's attacks were like waves, wave after wave, continuous, every punch carried terrifying power.

The entire arena was almost covered by his fist light.

"boom!"

A bang.

He struck out another fist with terrifying power, like a roaring beast, devouring the boy opposite him in one gulp!
But when the light from the fist dissipated, the boy stood up from the ground again.

I saw that the shirt on the opponent's chest was already stained red with blood, the skin seemed to have split everywhere, and the robe on his body was also split a lot, making him look extremely miserable.

But not only did the opponent not get down without him, but he looked even more radiant, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!

After attacking like a storm for half an hour, the opponent can still do this!
Fang Ming clenched his fists, his chest heaved, he was panting heavily, and his head was dripping with sweat.

Even the Great Grandmaster couldn't stand such continuous violent attacks.

What's more, the opponent didn't just stand there and let him fight, the opponent's counterattack was equally fierce.

Fang Ming clenched his fists, feeling a little numbness in his fists and arms.

At the same time, more than half of the Yuanli has been consumed in the pill sea.

Ordinarily, his Grandmaster's Yuanli has been consumed so much, the Yuanli of the other party's Grandmaster realm should have been gone long ago.

"The opponent should already be at the end of their battle..."

Thinking this way in his heart, he took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged toward his fists again.

All in one go!
"boom!"

He rushed up again!

This time, it was still a continuous and violent attack.

Yuanli surged out like a wave, and fists poured away like a storm!

There were ear-piercing screams in the air.

The surrounding formation shields also flickered in this ferocious attack.

Another nearly half an hour passed.

There was not much energy left in his body, so he had to stop after he punched the last time.

At this moment, his face was a little pale, his chest heaved violently, the sound of heavy breathing from his mouth was clearly visible, and his robe was already soaked in sweat.

At the same time, Dan Hai in his body was twitching slightly to call the police.

The origin force in the pill sea has almost been exhausted.

He panted and looked across.

The glaring fist light dissipated, and the boy opposite was knocked down to the ground, covered in blood, and seemed unable to get up at last.

He was instantly relieved.

Everyone in the audience was silent, all looking at the figure lying on the ground with complicated expressions.

To be able to support the Grand Master's fist for so long, even to the extent that the Grand Master was about to collapse from exhaustion, this strength is not terrifying.

What's more, he is only at the level of a master!

I was knocked down again and again, and stood up from the ground again and again.

This is not only the support of strength, but also the support of terrible willpower!

This young man is fighting for his country, he regards death as home!

At this moment, everyone's hearts were full of admiration and regret, and they sighed secretly.

It's a pity that such a brave young man with passion, loyalty, and talent was born in the weak Yan.

Not only the people in the audience felt pity, but the people in Penglai Xiandao and Jiutian Yaotai also secretly felt pity in their hearts at this moment.

On the cloud boat not far away.

Fairy Qin Yao has brought several disciples out of the room and stood at the bow of the boat.

At this moment, everyone in Dayan clenched their fists and looked at the figure lying on the stage motionlessly.

on the battlefield.

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, his eyes flickering coldly.

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 needs to wash away the shame for himself!

Also, the strength and willpower of this young man terrified him!

Must be killed!

"Shh!"

His fist glowed again, and he walked over step by step.

offstage.

Among the crowd of Dayan, Nangong Huoyue's face turned pale, and hurriedly said: "Dean!"

Bai Yishan immediately looked at Jia Xun who was standing beside the battle stage, and when he was about to admit defeat, the crowd beside him suddenly gasped.

"Stand up! He actually stood up again!"

Bai Yishan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked towards the stage.

The figure of the young man who fell on the ground and was soaked in blood slowly stood up from the ground again, and stood so straight, he even said: "Not enough, continue..."

Fang Ming, who was on the opposite side, suddenly stopped, and his heart suddenly shrank.

At this moment, his glowing fist suddenly trembled a little.

"Grand master? It seems that the strength is still not enough..."

Luo Qingzhou whispered another word, suddenly his figure flashed and rushed up!

"Moo-"

The magic cow roars!

At the same time, a red lightning bolt lit up on his fist!
The black fist light and the red lightning instantly magnified in Fang Ming's two pupils!
"boom!"

He hastily punched out!
The two fists collided heavily.

But this time, the power of his grand master was completely defeated!

His body shook, and he was directly sent flying by a huge force. At the same time, the strong wind and light shield on his body burst open in an instant.

There is not enough energy in his body to help him continue to maintain and repair these defensive masks.

He slammed into the formation mask behind him heavily, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

When the dignity of the Xianzong disciple made him stand up from the ground enduring the pain, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The whole process was just like the process of the young man being beaten by him just now.

This scene made all the practitioners in the audience silent.

"boom!"

Luo Qingzhou's second punch hit him again.

Black fist light, with purple lightning!
Fang Ming exerted his last strength, his eyes were red, and he swung his fist.

But this time, he was thrown out again!
"boom!"

Luo Qingzhou punched again for the third time!

Black fist light, with black lightning!
This punch directly dented Fang Ming's chest!
"Zi..."

Three-color lightning suddenly appeared on Luo Qingzhou's fist!

Fang Ming lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, with blood gushing from 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, for the first time, the grand master disciple of Misty Immortal Sect felt fear and despair.

"Stop! We..."

Under the stage, Zhou Yuanshan shouted angrily, wanting to admit defeat, but as the elder of Misty Immortal Sect, in front of so many people, he couldn't say those two words after all.

He only hoped that if he shouted the word "stop", the other party would really stop.

"boom--"

Luo Qingzhou turned a deaf ear, and the black fist with three-color lightning directly smashed down on the grand master of the Misty Immortal Sect on the ground!
A bang!
Fang Ming's entire body was directly shattered by the exploding fist light.

At the same time, his soul was also instantly wiped out in the roaring three-color thunder and lightning, turning into nothing!

All the practitioners in the audience were silent, watching this scene with wide eyes.

"Wow!"

On the stage, the glare of the fist glow slowly faded away.

The figure of the boy standing upright slowly appeared in the light.

On the ground, there was a puddle of bloody flesh.

The disciple of the Misty Immortal Sect is already dead without a whole body, and his soul is scattered...

Under the stage, there was a dead silence.

Everyone in the Misty Immortal Sect looked so ugly that they couldn't believe it.

Especially those young disciples, all of them were pale.

And the young man named Zhu Yufeng standing at the back who dared not go on stage just now had chattering teeth, trembling all over his body, and murmured tremblingly, "Fortunately...fortunately..."

On the other side of the battle stage, the people of Dayan were also silent, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Won……

He actually won again...

Grandmaster vs Grandmaster...

Even Bai Yishan's usually calm face was stained with blood and became agitated.

incredible!

This time, Luo Qingzhou neither sprinkled powder nor took anything.

He raised his head, looked at the people of Misty Immortal Sect under the stage, paused, and then said that sentence lightly: "The next game will still be me."

The tone is flat.

But at this moment, all the practitioners in the audience felt a rush of arrogance!
The third game is me!

In the fourth game, it's still me!
In the fifth game, it's still me!

Game [-], still me!
The next game will still be me!

Winning four games in a row, the next game will still be him!

Even though his robe was torn, scarred and covered in blood, he looked crumbling and embarrassed, but at this moment, when he said these words, almost no one in the audience dared to despise and ridicule him.

This is a domineering and power that makes people feel passionate and passionate from the bottom of their hearts and souls!
But for Misty Immortal Sect.

This young man finally made them feel the fear—the fear of a cultivator who came from a mere small country and a mere master realm!

It's hilarious.

Before coming here, even when the boy won three games in a row on stage, they didn't feel this way.

But now, they really feel it.

"Da Yan wins the sixth match!"

At this moment, Jia Xun's indifferent voice finally broke the silence in the arena.

Immediately, with a wave of his sleeve, he removed the mask on the battle platform.

"Win! We won again!"

Everyone in Dayan immediately cheered like thunder, and with a whoop, they all rushed up to the young man on the battle platform.

And the corpse behind the boy was still lying there bloody and cold.

No one from Misty Immortal Sect came up immediately to take him away.

The grand master was defeated by the grand master, and his body and soul were destroyed.

All the cultivators in the world are watching, who of them still has face?
(End of this chapter)