Seeing that Wei Ding's attack was about to reach in front of him, Wei Hong finally felt a trace of danger to his life at this moment. He was running his martial energy crazily, and the martial energy in his dantian was spinning violently.
"break!"
"break!"
"break"
Wei Hong's expression turned ferocious, and he shouted in a low voice. Just when Wei Ding's attack was about to reach him, Wei Hong heard a sharp bang in his dantian, and there was also a roar in his meridians.
"Sixth grade warrior."
Wei Hong felt the strong martial energy. At this time, the momentum actually climbed up again, instantly breaking Wei Ding's lock. He used his Lingbo Steps to the extreme and evaded Wei Ding's strongest blow.
"boom."
Wei Ding's attack directly hit the competition ground. Fortunately, the competition ground was relatively hard and there was only a long ditch that was not too deep.
At this time, Wei Ding turned and looked at Wei Hong, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Apparently, he was angry that Wei Hong could easily avoid him.
"This kid actually broke through?"
At this time, Wei Xiangyang looked at Wei Hong, who had the sixth-grade warrior aura, with a slightly shocked expression on his face. Then, a joyful look flashed in his eyes. This boy was obviously using this kind of life-and-death battle to break through his martial arts cultivation.
"What? He actually broke through to the sixth level so quickly?" Wei Fa showed a trace of anger on his face, and he made a decision in his heart. This kid must not be left alive and must be killed.
Not to mention everyone's shock, Wei Ding's attack came again on the field.
At this time, Wei Hong's attack was finally no longer so embarrassing. However, he still did not gain the upper hand. However, Wei Hong did not have any worries in his heart. He used Ling Bobu quietly. As his cultivation level improved,
, the attacks and counterattacks at this time were unusually calm.
"Ouch."
After being unable to attack for a long time, Wei Ding howled and flew away from Wei Hong, no longer engaging in close combat, and stopped three meters away from Wei Hong. There were traces of blue veins exposed on his ferocious scarred face.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Ding's face was covered with veins except for his eyes. As the veins on his face became more and more, Wei Ding's aura also increased sharply.
"Mo Yuan Gong, he actually practiced Mo Yuan Gong, and it seems that he should have practiced it to a small extent." A scream came out from the crowd.
Demon Yuan Gong is a self-mutilation technique that hurts others first. It relies on the power of one's own muscles and veins to instantly increase the level of cultivation. However, after the Demon Yuan Gong dissipates, you must at least cultivate yourself.
It takes a week to make up for the strength of the muscles and veins.
Xiao Cheng is like Wei Ding now, with a hideous and hateful expression, but the power is huge. This technique has more advantages than disadvantages, but it is extremely difficult to practice. Therefore, there are almost no practitioners in the Wei family.
All we could see was that at this moment, Wei Ding's aura had risen from the seventh level to the eighth level. The veins on his face looked extremely terrifying. His eyes looked at Wei Hong with murderous intent, and he thrust the big knife into his body.
On the ground, he made a slightly complicated gesture with his fists, and after a moment, he attacked Wei Hong directly.
"Devil Palm."
With a slight shout, Wei Ding was seen pushing forward with both fists. At this time, he used the power of Mo Yuan Gong to compress the martial energy in the space and smashed it towards Wei Hong.
"Wei Ding is really a madman. This time, even if Wei Hong breaks through to the sixth level, he is no match for Wei Ding. After all, Wei Ding himself is a seventh-level cultivation base. At this time, his cultivation level is at the peak of the eighth level.
"Wei Zhen shook his head slightly and looked at Wei Ding with a flash of admiration in his eyes.
"That's not necessarily true. What if Wei Hong has any other moves that he hasn't used yet?" Wei Ting heard her brother's words and still retorted.
Even if Wei Hong loses this battle, no one will look down upon him. After all, he was able to push Wei Ding to this point, and he even managed to break through during the fight, which in itself proved his status.
Feeling the terrifying momentum brought by Wei Ding's two palms, Wei Hong did not dare to be careless. He took a deep breath, stomped on the ground, and directly attacked Wei Ding with both fists.
"Barbarian King Fist."
Wei Hong shouted softly, and directly attacked Wei Ding with both fists. However, Wei Hong's full blow with both fists was easily resolved by the demonic palm.
Seeing that his punch was dispersed and his momentum continued unabated, it attacked him directly. Wei Hong's expression also changed slightly, and he used Lingbo Step again, preparing to teleport out.
However, Wei Ding was well prepared at this time. The moment Wei Hong was about to move, he used two palms in a row. Obviously, Wei Ding had already calculated Wei Hong's moving distance.
The moment Wei Hong moved, he took a deep breath and shouted softly: "Fourth style, awesome power."
There was only a sound of a bull, which suddenly resounded throughout the world. Wei Hong's first punch was like a bull coming down the mountain, and it rushed directly towards Wei Ding.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Wei Ding's mouth. How could he stop such an attack? However, Wei Hong did not stop after the first punch, and struck again with the second punch.
When the first punch was about to reach Wei Ding, it suddenly seemed like an emergency brake. The transformed bull suddenly stopped, and then, the second punch directly penetrated its body.
"Condensation, breaking."
Wei Hong gave a soft drink without any emotion, and his two fists instantly condensed into a ball of martial energy visible to the naked eye. As Wei Hong said the word "break", it exploded in front of Wei Ding.
"Damn, that's it. Damn it, what did this kid think? This move is too powerful." Wei Tong was in the crowd and saw Wei Hong perform this move. He almost jumped up and shouted loudly.
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"It's okay, brother. We already know his backstory. Next time, the two of us will deal with him together." Wei Shiyi saw that his brother was angry and quickly advised him.
As soon as Wei Shiyi finished speaking, an earth-shattering explosion sounded on the competition ground. The huge power it caused was like a hurricane, causing everyone to close their eyes unconsciously.
It lasted for a few seconds, and then it returned to calm. Everyone saw that the dust had dissipated on the competition ground, and two figures appeared. At this time, Wei Ding's clothes were extremely tattered, his hair became more and more messy, and there was a look on his face.
The scratches were motionless.
Wei Hong was relatively good, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two punches just now consumed Wei Hong's martial energy very much. His face was as pale as paper, and he seemed to fall down in an instant.
"Hmph, kid, you should expose all your moves. When the time comes, I will torture you to death." Wei Fa in the audience was shocked by Wei Hong's powerful blow just now.
However, immediately after, he saw Wei Hong's look and sneered.
"I really didn't expect that Wei Hong could fight against this lunatic for so long without falling behind?"
"Yes, starting from today, there will probably be another pervert in the Wei family."
Wei Hong naturally heard the words of the young people in the field, and he secretly smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that he had a slight upper hand with the blow just now, but Wei Ding was not seriously injured at all. He only suffered a little skin injury.
"Here comes the knife."
Just as Wei Hong guessed, Wei Ding let out a soft shout at this time, and saw the big knife on the side fly directly into his hand. He pointed at Wei Hong from a distance and shouted: "Cut style, continuous chop."
With a soft drink, Wei Ding rushed straight towards Wei Hong like a long arrow.