Chapter 16: Strong

"I didn't expect you to reach this level. Maybe when you are more powerful and can use more pure yang, I'm not your opponent..." Zhao Hong narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "But now, it's not enough!"

Suddenly, there was a awe-inspiring momentum rising above his body, and Zhao Hong's face was as red as congestion, which was a sign of the operation of internal power. At the same time, his eyes became sharp, and his body came out. Above his palms, the wind was strong and he slapped Su Yue.

"It's enough. It's not up to you."

Su Yue replied coldly, and his eyes flashed with a belligerent spirit. Facing Zhao Hong's awe-inspire palm wind, his feet were slightly wrong, but the spiritual power in his body surged more rapidly. An equally fierce momentum appeared on Su Yue's body. He did not dodge, raised his fists, felt the pure yang qi wrapped around every bone joint, and then took a deep breath and punched out.

Drink!

The fists collided, but the two did not separate. Su Yue endured Zhao Hong's strong strength, and Zhao Hong also gritted his teeth to resist the hot pure yang breath. Both of them were full of madness in their eyes. Su Yue punched out and went straight to Zhao Hong's face, like a burning fireball, emitting hot heat, while Zhao Hong came out of his palm from an extremely strange and tricky angle. One palm was imprinted to Su Yue's front chest, and the other palm was blocked by Su Yue's fists.

For a moment, the two stood together, the strong wind was strong, and the sound of the wind breaking the air broke through from time to time.

"Little prince, kill him!"

There was still a faint pain in Li San's palm. At this moment, when he saw Zhao Hong and Su Yue fighting so fiercely, his eyes suddenly turned red and roared.

"Little prince, kill him!"

When Li San shouted like this, the others were also like waking up from a dream. They all put down their worries and said loudly with red eyes.

They know that the results of this battle are very important. If Zhao Hong wins, then they can still live the same life as before and continue to show off their power. If Zhao Hong is defeated, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to live in this back mountain. Zhao Hong has a narrow personality and usually offends a lot of people. When his strength is at his peak, it's nothing. Once he is depressed, I'm afraid that many people will beat the water dog. They know very well how powerful it is.

"Brother Su, hold on!"

Xie Qian also roared loudly, but there was a look of worry in his eyes. If Su Yue was defeated, his umbrella would be gone, and Zhao Hong could not let him go. The final result of the battle between the two is also very important to him.

How fiercely the others roared, but Su Yue and Zhao Hong didn't hear anything. They had devoted themselves to the competition and dared not be distracted.

"Iron palm!"

Zhao Hong roared, and the blue gray on the palm of the meat was thicker and almost turned blue-brown. The sharpness is also stronger, like the substance, swallowing the sharpness.

"What an iron palm, look at me melting you!"

Su Yue did not dodge, and the spiritual power of the three layers of practicing Qi almost completely gushed out, constantly dispelling the terrible power of the iron palm, and the pure yang qi was also beyond expectations, adding another wisp, making Su Yue's fists wrapped in flames.

One person carries great power, as sharp as a sword, can't be touched easily, and one person is like a fire, burning everything, and you should also be careful to deal with it. At this point, the two of them were cautious. On the one hand, they looked for each other's flaws and did not let go of any cracks in the attack. On the other hand, they avoided as much as possible and were not attacked by the other party.

It's just a close hand-to-hand fight. There is no reason not to meet. Although the two are careful, they still have several fists and palms. Unconsciously, Su Yue's ribs and back were stamped by Zhao Hong, and the bones trembled violently, as if they were about to break, and a strong force poured into the internal organs along the meridians, trying to make Su Yue suffer internal injuries. Fortunately, Su Yue dealt with it properly, wrapped the key point with spiritual power, and removed 90% of his strength.

And Zhao Hong is also uncomfortable. Su Yue's power is not as good as him, but his spiritual power and pure yang qi are many levels higher than his internal and external power. For example, Su Yue can wrap his internal organs with spiritual power and remove his strength, but he can't do it. His internal force was all used to stimulate the iron palm, but he had no time to take care of the situation in his body. Su Yue kept colliding with him. Every time, two wisps of pure yang poured into his body, like a scorching fire, which made him feel severe pain.

It's just that after all, the power is profound, coupled with the pure yang qi is not much, and it can be suppressed, but Zhao Hong knows that this is not a long-term plan. If it is delayed, the pure yang qi in the body will grow sooner or later, and it will inevitably lead to disaster in the end.

"This boy is really strange. Not to mention the pure yang qi, he can also use a strange force to protect the internal organs, which is simply unheard of..." Zhao Hong and Su Yue fought for a long time, they also had some understanding of Su Yue, but it was these understandings that made him confused. He had never heard of what internal skills and mental methods could It has strong combat power and can also protect internal organs. In a faint time, an unknown idea rose in his heart, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and he can't stop. He can only hope that his strength will break through the spiritual defense first.

"Spiritual power is the foundation of the practitioner's cultivation and life. Relying on spiritual power, you can control the sword, soar thousands of miles into the sky, and summon the wind and thunder... Although my spiritual power is weak, it can't be broken by ordinary internal strength!" Su Yue naturally knew Zhao Hong's plan, and he sneered in his heart.

The first battle since cultivation is to face the enemy Su Wu, Su Wu's three-knife lesson, which almost took Su Yue's life, but it is these three knives that let Su Yue understand what calmness is. He must be calm. The consequence of not being calm is death!

The two fought hard again for half an hour, and both of them felt tired, especially Zhao Hong and the iron palm, which were extremely heavy, cost a lot, and it was really difficult to withstand the continuous display. Su Yue is not having a good time. His spiritual power is about to be exhausted. Once his spiritual power is exhausted, he not only can't use the pure yang qi, but even have no means to fight with Zhao Hong. After all, in terms of physique, his body is still weak.

"I can't drag..."

The two of them had this idea in their minds at the same time. For a moment, they were shocked and decided to make a final attempt.

Boom!

They started at the same time and punched at the same time. With a loud noise, the two hit each other again.

Zhao Hong's eyes flashed with a sinister color. One palm suddenly became as soft as boneless. It stretched out at an extremely tricky angle and gently pressed Su Yue's Dantian. The other hand was still a strong force. The iron palm patted hard, wanting to be tough Su Yue.

Su Yue never thought that Zhao Hong would use such a strange move, even if he sneered:

"If you don't stand up with me, then try your best!"

Zhao Hong's slap on Su Yue Dantian's palm was extremely insidious. In an emergency, it was difficult for Su Yue to deal with it. He simply ignored it and clenched his fists. Regardless of Dan Tian, he went straight to Zhao Hong's chest. He completely killed 3,000 enemies and lost 800 yuan!

"What a cruel boy..."

Zhao Hong was shocked, but he didn't expect Su Yue to do something like this. If he continues his current behavior, he can abolish Su Yue's Dantian, but he will be punched to death by Su Yue. He is a life-saving person. It is impossible to accept such an ending. He is forced to change his moves, take back his palm, concentrate all his strength, and make the best collision with Su Yue!

They had to fight with each other. Their faces changed, and they couldn't help rushing away wrapped in strength.

"You are defeated..." Su Yue spit out a mouthful of blood. Zhao Hong's life-fighting blow was not small, which completely broke his spiritual defense and made Su Yue's internal organs tremble, but suffered a little damage. If Zhao Hong still has the power of a war, he must be able to take Su Yue without spiritual protection, but Su Yue is sure that Zhao Hong does not have this opportunity!

"You..." Zhao Hong's face turned red, and a stream of sweat seemed to boil, emitting hot air and kept pouring down. His face was like steaming, red and red, as if fished out of the water. He looked at Su Yue with resentment and fear. He raised a finger and just spit out a word, but his legs softened and fell to the ground. At the same time, the hot sweat on his face became cold, wisps of cold sweat flowed, and his red face gradually turned pale without a trace of blood.

Especially in the internal organs, it seems that there is a flame burning, giving him a feeling of being roasted on the oil pan.

"The little prince was defeated, unexpectedly..."

Everyone's color changed, and they all showed a look of emboldenment. Zhao Hong was defeated and lost to Su Yue. Looking at this, the injury was definitely not light. For a moment, everyone felt fear. They stood still, pale and did not dare to move. No one dared to help Zhao Hong.

"Brother Su, are you all right?"

Xie Qian was overjoyed and hurried forward and asked.

"It doesn't matter..." Su Yue waved his hand, but looked at Zhao Hong and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

Zhao Hong, who is usually high, had no one to help him after his defeat. He immediately tasted the so-called coldness and warmth of human feelings. He raised his resentful eyes and stared at Su Yue. It was you who made me fall into this kind of end.

Hatred, but Zhao Hong knew that he couldn't do anything about Su Yue, and his heart was also full of bitterness. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said.

"I lost!"

Su Yue took a long breath, shook off Xie Qian, who wanted to help him, and walked to Zhao Hong step by step. Looking at the invincible prince of Jin trembling at his feet, an inexplicable emotion surged to his heart. It was so obsessive and intoxicating. Is this the feeling of a strong man?

"Gun over your waist card!"

Su Yue said coldly.

The color of humiliation surged out, but Zhao Hong still endured it, took off the identity token from his waist and threw it to Su Yue.

On the front is the Wuge logo, and on the reverse is the Wuge ranking. Su Yue was slightly surprised to see that Zhao Hong's ranking turned out to be ninety-nine... That is to say, Zhao Hong's such a strong guy is only at the medium level in Wu Pavilion, and it is not as good as Bai Fei.

"How many strong people are there in the Wuge?" Su Yue was shocked, but soon calmed down and exhaled a long breath: "Well, this is more interesting."

The more rudely he hung Zhao Hong's waist card on his waist, but he threw his 347-ranked waist card beside Zhao Hong, Su Yue said lightly.

"With your ability, you will be able to return to the ranking soon. I look forward to your challenge!"

Zhao Hong was speechless, and the resentment in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The hatred in Zhao Hong's eyes can't hide Su Yue. At that moment, his heart was cold. Since he offended you, he simply offended you completely. He shouted in a low voice:

"Thank you!"

"There!"

"Became me to Zhao Hong's house. From today on, it will be my mansion!"

"Yes!"

Xie Qian looked excited, laughed and took the order, and took Su Yue away.

Seeing Su Yue go far away, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just remembered, gathered around Zhao Hong and helped Zhao Hong with all their hands and feet.

"Little prince, are you all right?"

"Little Prince..."

All this was so cold and strange that Zhao Hong only felt endless shame. He struggled to open the crowd and roared.

"Get out of here!"

He endured the severe pain, picked up the shameful waist card "three, four and seven", did not look at his men, and staggered to the distance.

"Su Yue, this revenge will not be avenged. I, Zhao Hong, swear not to be a man!"