"Dong dong... Bang Dang..." Gongsun Mu fully unfolded his body skills, screamed with flaming fists, and hit Hui Wu's body crazily. Hui Wu was like a human-shaped sandbag, being tortured by Gongsun Mu to his heart's content.
The violent attack made people's blood boil. However, when Gongsun Mu's fist hit Hui Wu, it made a dull sound like the collision of metal. After punching and kicking, Hui Wu looked like a god in the golden light.
There was nothing wrong with the possessed body. On the other hand, Gongsun Mu's chest was heaving violently, and his heavy breathing was wheezing like a ventilator...half of him was tired, and half of him was angry.
"Damn God, this is too shocking. I was beaten for a long time until I was almost dead from exhaustion, but that kid didn't do anything at all!" Gongsun Mu glared at Hui Wu opposite him and cursed fiercely in his heart.
"Amitabha, has the donor finished beating? If so, then it's time for the poor monk to beat him." As he said that, Hui Wu squeezed his clenched fist again, as if he had been nurturing it for a long time.
The spectators on the stage were amused by Hui Wu's half-joking words. Siyu also laughed and thought to himself: "This monk is really interesting."
Gongsun Mu's pupils shrank. Hearing Hui Wu's words, anger arose from nowhere in his heart. He roared and rushed towards Hui Wu with his fist raised. This time, Hui Wu did not back down. He also roared and raised his fist in response.
The most powerful collision, the two madmen soon fought together, and the fiery scene that people most wanted to see finally appeared at this moment.
Here, Gongsun Mu's fists were red, and each punch cut through the air, always drawing a long tail of fire. Hui Wu was also not to be outdone. Seeing him force the golden light onto his fists, from a distance, Hui Wu
Wu's fist was like a golden metal block, and each punch carried a stiff punching style, hitting Gongsun Mu with each punch.
The two of them were like crazy, fighting each other with fists and kicks, going back and forth without being "ceremonious". In a moment, the clothes on the two of them had been gloriously sacrificed in the melee, turning into pieces of rags and hanging.
On the body. Until now, Hui Wu's body is as red as a red-hot iron, but there are no scars. But Gongsun Mu is not so lucky. Gongsun Mu does not have the Buddhist body-protecting magical power. Every time he is punched,
He would receive a solid impact, and as time passed, bruises gradually began to appear on his body, with patches all over his body, looking extremely hideous.
"Oh, Gongsun Mu is going to lose this game." Siyu whispered in the stands.
Ba Shi asked with confusion: "Huh? Why do you say that? I see that Gongsun Mu Fist has strong wind and is very offensive."
"Brother, you are wrong, haven't you noticed?! That Hui Wu has the magical power of body protection, Gongsun Mu's attack can't hurt him at all. On the contrary, Gongsun Mu doesn't have a good defense method. One thing goes against the other, Gongsun
How can I not lose?!"
Ba Shi was speechless for a moment, then looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but raise his thumb at Siyu.
In the attic, Gongsun Hong, the patriarch of the Gongsun family, had a cold face, and a complex emotion in his eyes evolved for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath and sighed: "Don't laugh, master, our Gongsun family loses in this game.
Mu'er gave up his advantage and used fists and kicks that he was not good at. But such an attack is like scratching an itch in front of your Buddhist Vajra body. If he had used a dagger from the beginning, he might still have a chance, but
Now...well, it seems like Mu'er's defeat is a foregone conclusion."
Master Buxiao smiled and said: "Master Gongsun is worrying too much. The outcome of this game has not been announced yet. Even if he can win with regret five, it is just a fluke."
Gongsun Hong's mouth twitched and he said with a smile: "Master is too modest."
While the two were chatting and laughing, the following game also came to an end. Gongsun Mu was seeing his injuries getting more and more serious, but Xiu Wu was like a madman, fighting harder and harder. At the beginning, he could even fight him for two seconds.
But soon, Gongsun Mu found that hitting him was just like tickling him, but when he hit himself, it actually hurt. As time went by, Gongsun Mu could only passively start to defend. In the end, he even
The defense was almost broken by Hui Wu.
Taking advantage of an opportunity, Gongsun Mu suddenly exerted his strength and broke away from Kai Huiwu's entanglement, and the two separated briefly.
"Ah~~" Hui Wu saw the situation and was about to pounce again. Gongsun Mu roared violently, and red light surged all over his body. The thick red energy of a bucket condensed on Gongsun Mu's arm, like a python wrapped around his arm. "Hoar."
~~" With a huge roar, Gongsun Mu faced Hui Wu's fist with his strongest blow.
"Peng~~" Two balls of zhenqi, one gold and one red, collided together. Hui Wu relied on his Vajra body to barely stand firm in the confrontation, but Gongsun Mu looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The hidden wounds in his body added to the
The zhenqi that he had been carrying regardless of the load finally burst out at this moment, causing more injuries. Gongsun Mu soon fainted from exhaustion.
After the game, Gongsun Hong on the attic closed his eyes with regret. After a long time, Gongsun Hong opened his eyes again, stood up and said to the people around him: "Everyone, I'm really sorry. My disciple is injured. I want to go down and take a look."
Look at him and say goodbye for now."
As the host, Ximen Chen quickly stood up and greeted him: "Brother Gongsun, you're welcome. There will be a banquet tonight. You must not be late."
Gongsun Hong didn't seem to want to say anything more. He made a promise and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
The first game was exciting, and it was a good start for the finals of this competition. The audience in the stands cheered, and on the ring, several maintenance personnel were repairing the playing field and preparing for the next game.
…………
Half an hour later, with a crisp gong, the second group of the finals kicked off.
The second match will pit Ximen Luoyan from the Ximen family against Situ Feng from the Situ family.
Because the second brother was playing in this game, Siyu also became interested and watched nervously.
The Ximen family and the Situ family have been friends for generations, and the relationship between the two parties is very good. As soon as they came up, Ximen Luoyan and Situ Feng greeted each other cordially. It was obvious that the two of them had regarded this game as an ordinary sparring match.
Situ Feng's weapon is a Liuyang knife. The blade is made of an unknown material. The blade is dark gray and has a blood groove on the blade. It is a bloodthirsty sword. The one used by Ximen Luoyan
It's a sword, a sharp sword.
After the game started, both of them stopped smiling at the same time. Ximen Luoyan was extremely fast and rushed out first. In this territory, there were not many people who could completely defeat Ximen Luoyan in terms of speed.
As the speed increased, Ximen Luoyan's figure had completely blended into the surrounding air. Situ Feng on the field did not dare to act rashly because he could feel that there was a wind swaying around him at this moment. That wind
It's not the ordinary wind, but the afterimage left by Ximen Luoyan when it moves.
"Weng~~" A very slight sound came from behind Situ Feng, and then a sharp sword suddenly appeared in the air and stabbed towards Situ Feng's vest. Situ Feng's spiritual consciousness had already been distributed around his body, Ximen
As soon as Luo Yan's sword struck out, he had already noticed it. He turned his body slightly to the side and struck out the Liu Yang Dao in his hand, blocking Ximen Luo Yan's stabbing sword.
The two collided for the first time, and they were evenly matched. Ximen Luoyan smiled happily at his friend in front of him, swayed, and disappeared into the air again.
When Siyu in the stands increased his eye speed to 1.5 times, he could clearly capture the second brother's movements. Seeing the second brother's skillful footsteps, Siyu silently praised, "It seems that the second brother has a trick up his sleeve."
, Not bad, not bad, he is indeed the elite of the Ximen family."