The Era of National Martial Arts

However, before he could be happy, Duan Fei's face suddenly changed.

"What ghost gun method is this?"

Suddenly, Duan Fei seemed to feel that all the muscles in his body were sluggish.

Third grade muscle strengthening!

And Duan Fei, the peak of the third rank, has already opened up the twelve canons and the eight extraordinary meridians, and has already communicated the connection between the twelve canons.

Not only that, but Duan Fei has reached the point where his muscles and bones are in harmony.

It can be said that he is better than ordinary third-rank warriors.

Even so, what did Xu Zhen feel at this moment?

The tendons in his chest seemed to be stagnant, and the circulation of Qi and blood was suddenly not smooth.

Suddenly having this feeling, Duan Fei immediately raised his head, looked at Xu Zhen in shock, and said in a shy voice, "What is this? How could it affect the circulation of Qi and blood, and even block my twelve channels."

Xu Zhen sneered and said, "The last move of the Liaoyuan marksmanship is the twenty blows of the Liaoyuan marksmanship."

"Twenty hits of Liaoyuan marksmanship?"

Duan Fei murmured.

From the name, Duan Fei can't tell anything.

In the next moment, Xu Zhen shot again and again, each shot was extremely strange, but light and fast, even Duan Fei couldn't dodge it.

He was stabbed several times at once.

After that, Xu Zhen put away his gun and stood there, without any intention of doing anything.

"kindness?"

Duan Fei frowned, not understanding what Xu Zhen was up to.

Suddenly, Duan Fei felt that the circulation of Qi and blood in his whole body was not smooth, and all the veins seemed to be sealed.

"what did you do to me?"

Duan Fei raised his head and said in shock.

Holding the gun, Xu Zhen said indifferently: "Twenty strikes of Liaoyuan marksmanship is a marksmanship specially developed for the tendons. Through the incomparably weird marksmanship, it seals off the energy and blood of the warrior's body, making it difficult for the blood to circulate in a short period of time. A reckless man who lowered his physical strength."

Without Xu Zhen saying a word, Duan Fei's expression changed.

Until the end, Duan Fei's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Before Duan Fei could ask, Xu Zhen directly said indifferently: "Do you feel that the energy and blood in your whole body are not flowing smoothly? Don't worry, this is only a short-term thing, not permanent. I don't have that strength yet."

"Don't have that strength? That is to say, when you are strong enough, you can lock people's tendons to death. Wouldn't it make people stay below the third rank forever?"

Duan Fei seemed to hear Xu Zhen's voice, and asked quickly.

Xu Zhen shrugged, but did not admit it.

Of course, there is no denying it.

"..."

Duan Fei was speechless for a moment, this is too terrifying, if even the tendons can be locked, then they are lambs to be slaughtered.

Relying solely on the physical body, even a strong bodybuilder cannot fight a martial artist of the same level with physical strength.

This is the most terrifying.

Thinking of this, Duan Fei suddenly smiled wryly and said: "Then I don't have any chance to come?"

In the end, Duan Fei moved his hands and feet, only to realize that the blood circulation in his whole body was indeed not smooth, and he smiled wryly, "How long will I last in this state?"

"It's not long. With my current strength, I can last about 10 minutes without any problems."

Xu Zhen shrugged and said lightly.

"call!"

Hearing these words, Duan Fei took a deep breath and murmured: "Then, I will definitely lose. With my current state, I have no chance."

"It seems to be true!"

Xu Zhen nodded, without any concealment, and said with a smile.

"I surrender!"

Duan Fei raised his head, looked at the sky, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and said lightly: "Forget it, admit defeat. Congratulations on officially breaking into the top three. I hope you can shine in the National Martial Arts Exchange Competition."

Xu Zhenxiao nodded and said, "Thank you, I will."

As soon as Duan Fei conceded defeat, Fan Jingwen let out a sigh of relief, the battle between the two was too fierce.

Not only that, but he had to maintain a state of mental tension all the time.

Once the two of them were seriously injured, then he could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

Fortunately, the two were seriously injured, but they would not lose their foundation, and there were no fatal injuries.

Fan Jingwen stepped onto the ring again, looked at Xu Zhen with emotion, and said sincerely: "Young man dares to fight, it's really good. In the future, you can go to the front line to experience it, which will benefit you a lot."

Xu Zhen nodded thoughtfully. More than one person has asked him to go to the front line for training.

He kept an eye on it.

Immediately, Xu Zhen said: "Okay, I will go."

Fan Jingwen nodded, he was very happy to meet such a young man, and then announced: "This battle, Xu Zhen wins! An Wuke won this round."

"boom!"

When Fan Jingwen finished announcing, there was a sudden commotion from An Wuke's direction.

Immediately, Chen Hong and others rushed to the ring and lifted Xu Zhen down.

"puff!"

Finally, Xu Zhen still couldn't hold back, vomited a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

"Xu Zhen, Xu Zhen..."