Zhang Chu snorted coldly, and the golden gun in his hand shook, and the golden light suddenly shone. Xiao Yu saw it and smiled slightly: "Are you going to use the gun light?"
Zhang Chu's eyes narrowed, and then Wu Yuan quickly gathered his strength, raised his golden spear, and shouted: "Gun Mang"
Suddenly, countless golden rays of light headed towards Xiao Yu like rain. Xiao Yu snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and then Wu Yuan gathered crazily in his fists and punched out.
"Tiansha Fist"
Everyone saw Xiao Yu punch out, and a pair of huge fists glowing with faint red light suddenly exploded. A cloud of dust was raised in the square, swallowing Xiao Yu and Zhang Chu.
In the dust and mist, those with sharp eyes can see that the glowing red fist and the golden gun light suddenly collided together, making a cracking sound.
Xiao Yu's Tiansha Fist is only a low-level martial arts of Xuan level, while Zhang Chu's spear light is an intermediate level martial arts. There is still a big gap between the two. In addition to the disparity in strength between the two, Zhang Chu's spear light is obviously still
To gain some advantage.
Countless spear lights hit Xiao Yu's red fist. After just a moment, tiny holes still appeared on the red fist, and around the holes were dense cracks like spider webs.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. The Tiansha Fist was so powerful in Zhou Wu's hands, but the power in his own hands was pitifully small.
"Kaka..."
Under the constant impact of the gun light, Xiao Yu's red fist suddenly clicked and the cracks on his fist became bigger and bigger.
Seeing this, Zhang Chu couldn't help but have a look of joy on his face, and laughed and said: "It seems that your fist can't support it anymore."
When Xiao Yu heard this, he didn't care. He shook his head and smiled: "Yeah, I can't hold on anymore."
Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't care at all, Zhang Chu's heart tightened and he couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition. At this moment, Xiao Yu's fist burst into pieces after a loud bang.
Xiao Yu quickly took a few steps back. At the same time, he clenched his fists tightly and quickly condensed Wu Yuan in his palms. Then he punched again and shouted: "Heavenly Demon Fist"
Everyone was startled when they heard this, and thought to themselves: "How powerful is this Xiao Yu in martial arts?"
Zhang Chu has already realized in his heart that Spear Mang is already his strongest martial art. Now that he uses Spear Mang once, he cannot use it a second time. Now he sees Xiao Yu using a martial art that is as powerful as Tiansha Fist.
His face became extremely pale.
Although he was surprised, Zhang Chu reacted extremely quickly, hurriedly activated Wu Yuan, and the golden gun danced rapidly. At this moment, the golden gun shone with golden light, forming a circle barrier in front of Zhang Chu.
At this moment, Xiao Yu's red fist suddenly hit the circular golden barrier. Everyone only heard a "bang", and then saw Zhang Chu's body suddenly sliding back and falling on the ground.
A deep hole was left on it.
"Pfft" Zhang Chu's face turned pale, a fishy smell came up, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
When everyone saw this, there was an uproar. A Seven-Yuan Martial Spirit was defeated like this, and defeated so quickly. At the same time, everyone looked at Xiao Yu with admiration.
Xiao Yu walked out of the dust and fog, looked at Zhang Chu who was pale, and said with a smile: "Master Zhang Chu, I accept the concession."
Zhang Chu glanced at Xiao Yu, his eyes were extremely gloomy, he didn't say anything, he just lowered his head, not sure if it was because he was disappointed or ashamed.
"Master Xiao Yu wins the second round of the second round." The guard was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing and hurriedly announced.
"This is the last scene. I really underestimated him." Murong Xiong closed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice.
"If Xiao Yu wins the last game, what does Your Majesty want to do?" Situ Feng looked at Murong Xiong and asked.
Murong Xiong glanced at Xiao Xiao, and then said calmly: "No matter what, we can't let Xiao Xiao know."
Xiao Yu stood on the square, holding the Black Dragon Heavy Sword in one hand, and looked in the direction of Murong Xiong. Murong Xiong happened to also look over, and the two looked at each other. After a moment, Xiao Yu moved his eyes to Xiao Xiao's
There was a faint smile on his body.
Xiao Yu also laughed happily, moved his lips, and said: "Brother Xiao Yu, for Xiao Xiao, you must win."
Although he couldn't hear what Xiao Xiao said, Xiao Yu could understand what Xiao Xiao was thinking, so he nodded and smiled.
Among the crowd outside the square, two men wearing bamboo hats stood in the distance and tried their best to look inside, but because there were too many people, they couldn't see anyone in the square at all.
As a result, the two of them kept pushing into the crowded crowd. After a while, they finally squeezed to the front. When they looked towards the square, their bodies trembled.
"Yu'er..." a man shouted excitedly.
But the other man's eyes rested on Xiao Yu for a while, and then he looked around the square. Finally, his eyes fell on Xiao Xiao, but he could no longer move.
"Xiao Xiao..." The man's voice also trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly.
The two of them stood there in shock for a long time. After a while, one of them said: "Chief, what should we do next?"
The other person pondered for a moment, looked at Murong Xiong in the stands, clenched his fists, then looked at Xiao Yu, and said firmly: "No matter what, we must let Yu'er leave safely."
"The last match will be between Prince Cheng Feng and Young Master Xiao Yu." During the conversation between the two, the guard loudly announced again.
Xiao Yu stood in the square and glanced at Cheng Feng. Cheng Feng didn't have that calm expression at the moment. After all, he was facing an opponent who had defeated the Eight Yuan Martial Spirit.
If it were before, he would definitely not take it seriously, but after these few competitions, Xiao Yu's true strength has shown that he has to take it seriously.
Cheng Feng walked onto the square, holding an ax in hand, and said calmly: "Young Master Xiao Yu is really powerful, I admire him."
Xiao Yu sneered and said: "There is only one last game left, so don't talk nonsense, come on."
Xiao Yu's fighting spirit was completely aroused, and Cheng Feng looked at Xiao Yu's strong fighting spirit, frowned, and hummed: "In this case, I want to see how powerful you are."
Immediately, Cheng Feng's martial energy surged, the ax shook, and the ax blade flashed with cold light, and he rushed directly towards Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu secretly marveled at Cheng Feng's speed.
Seeing Cheng Feng's ax slashing hard at him in the blink of an eye, Xiao Yu snorted and dodged. Without the restraint of the black dragon's heavy sword, Xiao Yu's speed suddenly increased.
It was just a flash, and he dodged past, but Cheng Feng was no ordinary person. He turned his ax and headed towards Xiao Yu's head again. Xiao Yu's whole body suddenly flashed red, and the martial energy on his fists quickly condensed.
He punched Cheng Feng's ax with his bare hands.
"Bang" Xiao Yu's fist collided with Cheng Feng's axe, and there was a crisp sound. They both took dozens of steps back before stopping.
Cheng Feng was startled, and secretly said in shock: "Such a great strength, does he have body training martial arts?"
Although Xiao Yu caught Cheng Feng's ax with his bare hands after activating Tiangang's body, Cheng Feng's strength was not weak. Even if he caught it, Xiao Yu's arm was still numb.
Cheng Feng felt slightly calm and said calmly: "You are indeed not simple. You even have body training and martial arts."
Xiao Yu was slightly surprised, then smiled and said: "Prince Cheng Feng has really good eyesight, he can still tell that this is body training martial arts."
Cheng Feng smiled and said: "Even so, if you don't use more powerful martial arts, you can't defeat me."
Xiao Yu smiled lightly and said, "Really? Then I really can't let you down, Prince."
Cheng Feng's face changed slightly. Hearing what Xiao Yu meant, he still had some trump cards that were useless, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. Xiao Yu had already used a lot of powerful martial arts before, but he actually still had some trump cards. How many trump cards did he have?
Even their prince would not be able to possess so much martial arts knowledge. Thinking of this, Cheng Feng couldn't help but be filled with doubts.
"This Xiao Yu is not simple." Cheng Feng sighed secretly in his heart.
Even so, as a prince, he is not easy to defeat, so he said: "Then I would like to learn a lesson."
After saying that, Cheng Feng's Wuyuan surged rapidly and gathered crazily on the axe. The ax suddenly became several times larger, and then Cheng Feng slashed down hard.
"Big Sky Axe" Cheng Feng shouted loudly, and then a huge ax came overwhelmingly, with such momentum that the ground cracked under its pressure.
Seeing such momentum, Xiao Yu secretly sighed, "No wonder Situ Wuhui was defeated so quickly. This power is really not ordinary."
In surprise, there was a sudden burst of red light above Xiao Yu's palms. Almost all the martial energy was condensed on his palms. When the huge ax struck down, Xiao Yu's palms flew out in vain.
"Sacrifice the palm of heaven and move the heaven and earth"
Xiao Yu blasted out his palms, and a pair of majestic palms hit the huge ax hard. The two collided and made a violent sound, and the entire square shook violently.
Everyone was also a little unsteady, and then they saw that Xiao Yu's palm was forcibly connected with Cheng Feng's axe, and when the collision happened, the huge ax suddenly made a "click" sound.
There was actually a crack.
Cheng Feng's expression changed, but then, Xiao Yu's palm also made a "click" sound, and a crack appeared where the ax struck.
Xiao Yu's expression changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, roared loudly, and struck hard with his palms, and saw several more cracks on the giant axe.
Seeing this, Cheng Feng snorted coldly, and pressed down the ax in his hand. Xiao Yu's palm made a few more "click" sounds. On the palm, countless cracks spread out with the previous crack as the center.
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The two of them were locked in a stalemate, and the cracks on the giant ax and both palms were also increasing. Everyone watched the cracks keep appearing, and they tensed up, waiting for the last moment to come.
"I didn't expect Yu'er's strength to be so terrifying..." A complicated voice came from the man wearing a hat in the crowd.
When Xiao Yu saw this situation, he snorted coldly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then the soul energy in his mind spread out a trace of soul power. The soul power quickly formed a thin needle, heading towards Cheng Feng's mind.
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The speed was so fast that no one present noticed. Cheng Feng suddenly felt something was wrong. At this moment, his mind suddenly felt dizzy, and the ax in his hand began to tremble.
"Bang" Xiao Yu took the opportunity to suddenly activate the last trace of Wu Yuan in the Wu Yuan seed, breaking Cheng Feng's giant axe.
Then Xiao Yu's body swayed, and when Cheng Feng woke up, he came to Cheng Feng and punched him. Cheng Feng was startled, there was no way to avoid such a distance, and when he was shocked, Xiao Yu
However, his fist stopped when it was only a tiny distance away from Cheng Feng.
Cheng Feng's face turned pale for a while, cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't make a move, he felt relieved.
Xiao Yu retracted his fist and said calmly: "You lose."