Chapter 102 Understanding

Under Yang Xiong's repeated provocations, Zhu Shaoyang couldn't stand it and decided to compete with him. For the fighter, battle is the best grinding stone.

Li Hao and others did not know Zhu Shaoyang's current strength. Hearing that he was going to challenge Yang Xiong, he was shocked. Li Hao whispered in his ear, "Don't be reckless. Yang Xiong's cultivation has reached the peak of the fighting king and may break through at any time."

Is it the peak of the king? Just in time to establish your prestige. Zhu Shaoyang sneered in his heart and said calmly to Li Hao, "Don't worry! It's okay."

"Okay, there's something." Naturally, Yang Xiong will not pay attention to Zhu Shaoyang.

In the imperial city, there is a martial arts practice field.

At this time, the soldiers in the martial arts field had already dispersed. Zhu Shaoyang and Yang Xiong looked at each other, ten meters apart, and came up to suppress each other with momentum.

Li Hao and others stood not far away as bystanders. They all sweated coldly for Zhu Shaoyang. Yang Xiong is the peak of the fighting king! The fighter who stepped into the fighting emperor.

"Don't worry, Shaoyang will be fine." Xiao Gui said leisurely, with a calm face.

"What do you mean by that?" Li Teng was puzzled.

"You can see for yourself!"

While they were talking, Yang Xiong took action first without reservation.

He saw an extra long sword in his hand, his body rushed violently, his wrists trembled slightly, and several swords sneered, straight to the point of Zhu Shaoyang.

"Vicious means." Zhu Shaoyang was furious, and a wisp of murder flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he sacrificed a hundred poison fan, and his body cleverly dodged the sword gas. The hundred poison fan was thrown out, bringing a roar.

Yang Xiong's momentum was forced to stop, and his long sword broke out. With a tink, the target of the hundred poison fans deviated and flew to the other side.

"Receed!" Zhu Shaoyang grabbed his palm, and the poison fan returned to his hand.

"The dance of sword wings!"

Yang Xiong no longer underestimated his opponent and directly used his fighting skills. The long sword fell and burst into flame. The sword was dyed with gorgeous fiery red and dazzling. With a sharp bird song, an eagle flying beast formed by flame spread its wings and rushed to Zhu Shaoyang from top to bottom.

The flame was hot, leaving a shadow, the surrounding air was extremely distorted, and the huge energy contained in the fighting skills set off a hurricane.

Zhu Shaoyang showed a cautious look. With a crack, the poisonous fan opened and bloomed with green light. His wrists were turned over, the fan shadows were stacked, his eyes were dazzling, and the fluorescent light floated out. Suddenly, his arm shook and a light curtain fell, like a huge net, covering the firebird.

Then Zhu Shaoyang stepped on the trace of Naruto and leaned against Yang Xiong. Yang Xiong's aggressiveness angered Zhu Shaoyang. He originally thought it was a martial arts competition. Who would have thought that Yang Xiong had repeatedly used killing moves? If he hadn't just reached the peak of the Fighting King, he would have been hit hard.

In addition to blocking the firebird, Zhu Shaoyang quickly moved to Yang Xiong's side with dazzling light. After all, Yang Xiong is not the enemy, so Zhu Shaoyang did not use poison, but chose to use his strong body to teach him a lesson.

The green curtain collided with the firebird. With a shout, the firebird turned into a flame and then disappeared, which surprised the people present. It was a full blow at the peak of the fighting king! Is it resolved like this?

"Hir... Could it be that Shaoyang's strength has also reached the peak of the fighting king?" Li Teng took a deep breath and was shocked.

"How is that possible? How long has it been?" Li Hao narrowed his eyes.

"Shaoyang got his adoptive father's lifelong cultivation and great strength, and the first-level fighting emperor will not be his opponent." Xiao Gui said quietly.

There was another breath, especially the Li brothers who knew the identity of Zhu Shaoyang's adoptive father, and their hearts were full of waves. Dou Zun's lifelong cultivation! Did he bear it? What a pervert!

Yang Xiong was also stunned on the spot at this moment and couldn't believe the fact in front of him. Although the dance of sword wings is not a high fighting skill, combined with his current cultivation, it is impossible for the fighters below the emperor to stop it, let alone resolve it. But now Zhu Shaoyang's actions have broken his confidence, and Yang Xiong's mind raises an idea that he can't accept: he is the fighting emperor.

"Yang Xiong, be careful!" Suddenly, a reminder came from outside the court. Yang Xiong reacted, but felt a strong momentum pressing down from all directions.

Zhu Shaoyang's right palm fell and rose in the wind. The whirlpool formed by dark clouds in the air was like a black hole, as if to swallow everything in the world. In the center of the whirlpool, a golden palm suddenly fell, and the huge pressure fell. The ground raised smoke and dust. The place where Yang Xiong stood collapsed and the cracks spread.

The golden palm banged and slapped Yang Xiong. The golden palm completely locked his opponent, and Yang Xiong could not move at all.

"Damn it!" Yang Xiong's heart trembled and felt the threat of death for the first time in his life.

"Pure physical attack!" In the dark, a voice muttered, revealing a trace of surprise in his tone.

"I'm afraid the physical strength of this doll is unmatched by several of us." Another voice said.

"It's a little interesting. Do you want to save Yang Xiong?

"Wait a minute, Yang Xiong won't be so vulnerable."

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"How many secrets does Mr. Zhu have?" Jingxin was shocked and full of curiosity about Zhu Shaoyang.

"This guy has to squeeze him dry for a while." Li Teng said.

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Yang Xiong roared, his sword pointed to the sky, blooming red, and a sharp breath emanated from him. At the critical moment of life and death, Yang Xiong's sword was united and suddenly rose to the sky, and the tip of the sword stabbed the golden palm.

Yang Xiong rushed extremely fast, the blade of the sword flashed, and the long sword moved forward. At the moment when the tip of the sword touched the golden palm, the circle of golden light spread like a water wave. At the same time, the long sword pierced the golden palm. Yang Xiong forcibly passed through the hole opened by the long sword and avoided the oppression of the golden palm.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the ground shook, dust rose from the place where the golden palm fell, and a five-finger palm print half a meter deep appeared in front of everyone.

Yang Xiong fell from the air, half knelt on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. The oppression of the golden palm just now shocked his spirit strongly and almost hurt his brain nerves.

"Brother Yang, since it's just a test, that's it!" Zhu Shaoyang could sense the change in Yang Xiong's breath and said.

"I'm not willing to fight with you if you have the ability to compete with me." Yang Xiong gritted his teeth.

"Why? To tell you the truth, my cultivation is not lower than yours, and I cultivate poison gas. Whether it's a physical competition or a fighting skill competition, you are not my opponent. Zhu Shaoyang's words are rude, and he should be a little hit by this kind of person.

Although Yang Xiong was shocked, he was extremely tough and said, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Yang Xiong slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a ferocious smile. He had never been as embarrassed as he was today, so he wanted to get back face.

"Retake my strongest blow, and the nine swords will be cut!"

Wo! Oh! Oh!

The raised long sword differentiated the phantom, four to the left and four to the right, and nine giant swords are five meters long and half a meter wide. They burst into dazzling red light and magnificent, which is incompatible with Yang Xiong's slightly thin body. The fire elements in the air were instantly sucked clean, and the sky was dyed red.

With a harsh buzz, nine long swords suddenly cut off with Yang Xiong's gesture, bringing a blazing flame. Zhu Shaoyang's cheeks under the sword were reflected red, his red hair fluttering, and his clothes were hunting. From a distance, he looked particularly small.

"he!"

Yang Xiong shouted fiercely, and the nine giant swords that raised flames were united again, and their power was several times higher, like a sea of fire falling from the sky, with a sharp spirit. The energy is boundless and unstoppable.

"Baidu fan, break it!"

Zhu Shaoyang looked indifferent, and the poisonous fan flew out, shining green. The ten poisonous insects carved on the fan seemed to come to life, each shining in different colors. Under the control of Zhu Shaoyang, the poisonous fan instantly expanded to stop the attack of the fire sword.

Dang!

Bang!

The two devices collided, the flames splashed, and emerald green and bright red became the main colors. For a moment, the two fell into a stalemate and competed.

The remaining fighting spirit in Zhu Shaoyang's body seemed to have found a vent, gushing out crazily, the poisonous fan was shiny, the tilted giant sword was gradually lifted, and Yang Xiong's face changed.

"Impossible, impossible, he must have taken the elixir to temporarily improve his cultivation." Yang Xiong's forehead is sweating, and his back has been soaked with sweat. At his current age, he is already a genius among geniuses, so he doesn't believe that Zhu Shaoyang, who looks less than 20 years old, will be better than his cultivation.

At this time, Zhu Shaoyang slowly closed his eyes. For Yang Xiong, this was a kind of provocation, ** naked provocation. Yang Xiong was furious and shouted harshly, increasing the output of fighting spirit.

In fact, Zhu Shaoyang did not mean to. Just as he fought, a trace of enlightenment suddenly came to his heart. Zhu Shaoyang knew that this was a precursor to the promotion of the Fighting Emperor. It must have been under great pressure that he inadvertently broke the bottleneck, so he had such a feeling.

So Zhu Shaoyang began to realize on the spot that such an opportunity is not available at any time. Once missed, I'm afraid it will be difficult to encounter it again.

But in this way, Yang Xiong had time to drill. His place suddenly increased his strength, and suddenly the poisonous fan buzzed, and the luster gradually faded, unable to withstand the pressure of the giant sword.

"Haha...be let's die!" Yang Xiong didn't know the inside story. Seeing that the poison fan was about to be unable to support it, he was in a good mood and his strength increased a little.

With a crack, the poison fan lost its thrust and fell from the sky, and the huge sword landed. Zhu Shaoyang's forehead was cut by the sharp sword spirit and blood flowed out. It's just that he has been immersed in enlightenment and forgotten the pain.

"Shaoyang, be careful!" Li Teng roared.

"Your mother's, take advantage of people's danger." Xiaogui naturally saw Zhu Shaoyang's abnormality and thought that Yang Xiong deliberately did it and was about to take action.

" Stop it!" A loud shout came, and then a powerful energy wave smashed the huge sword to the other side, and the huge sword returned to its original shape and landed sonorously. Yang Xiong was devoured by force and spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper and he was powerless.

Tusheng Li Hong appeared and stood in front of Zhu Shaoyang to protect him.

"Guys, don't you think you have done this?" Li Hong frowned and said.