Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

Chapter 32

Numerous lanterns with hanging tassels cast beams of light, gathered in front of the arch, and dispelled the darkness, like a tall and thin silhouette stepping out of the arch, covered with shining veil.

The young man wore a gray bunt and carried an iron sword wrapped in cloth. His face was calm and he did not flinch or fear at all.

It seems that what he is about to face is not a fight of nine deaths and still alive.

In the box on the second floor.

Sister Mei was so energetic, she couldn't help pursing her red lips lightly and smiling when she saw the boy appear.

In the Instructor box, Master Zhao exhaled a long sigh of thick smoke, as if to completely spit out the depression in his lungs.

"Although the old man has one-eyed eyes, he didn't look at the wrong person."

You are young and frivolous, how arrogant the sky is!

What about foreign race, do it!

The young servant Qi Yue behind him also clenched his fists in excitement. He is a stud with all his wealth!

Fang brother, come on!

……

The young man under the convergence of the light beam appeared in countless sights.

For many gamblers, the familiar teenagers made them astonished, because yesterday, it was the teenager who performed a miracle on top of the boxing, and defeated Qian when everyone was not optimistic. Houzi.

Now, the young reappears are appearing in the fight against the foreign race!

How could it be him?

Many gamblers are in an uproar and feel so funny and ridiculous!

They always thought that the one who boarded the boxing ring and the foreign race would be a boxing champion with a mysterious boxing name!

But now it seems that is not the case!

What kind of champion...

A newcomer who can't be new again!

Isn't this looking for abuse?

Many gamblers who bet on Human Race boxers covered their faces and wailed.

Some people even had red eyes and shouted "Refund"!

A must-lost gambling game, cheating, this is!

Many gamblers who bet on foreign race made a happy voice. After all, there are more gamblers who bet on foreign race in the martial battleground. For a while, they raised a wave of joy. .

Fang Zhou ignored these voices.

His gaze fell on the cage boxing, and he saw the ominous beast, over two meters high, and an oppression of Demon Race fighter.

This is his opponent of life and death tonight.

All around, the noise of the noise, the surging sky, is more shocking and noisy than the last time he and Qian Houzi fisted!

Fang Zhou wore a gray bunt, step by step, and walked to the white jade cage.

The Instructor guarding the cage looked towards Fang Zhou.

He personally opened the iron door of the cage for Fang Zhou, and Fang Zhou stepped into it.

Looking at Fang Zhou's steadfast, press forward, there is no step of retreat.

A touch of admiration appeared in Instructor's eyes.

The iron gate is locked.

At this moment, the atmosphere off the court was instantly pushed to a climax!

The lanterns with tassels hanging down, one after another gathered beams of light, hitting the two figures in the cage.

One is burly, one is thin.

All the fighters who fought tonight are in place!

The thinly-dressed beauty, walking around the field with long legs and holding the golden gong, attracted a lot of attention.

With a standard smile on her face, she rang the golden gong.

As the gong bursts, the hustle and bustle of the entire martial battleground seems to have turned into a calm lake in an instant, and the quiet needles can be heard.

The promenade on the second floor of the martial battleground is full of people.

Even some foreign race visitors are staring at the boxing.

All this has nothing to do with the two in the boxing.

Fang Zhou stood on the white jade ring, the cage door closed tightly, as if it had separated two worlds.

In his eyes, only the opponent is left.

This is his second boxing fight so far, but compared to the first stage facing Qian Houzi's boxing, it is more dangerous, and the opponent is not at the same level.

This fist is already called the fist of the cream of the crop in the Yellow Class!

Even the battle of the Yellow Class boxing champion is incomparable.

"My opponent tonight...is you?"

"Hehe...It's really boring, look at your thin and thin look, as if a gust of wind can blow away, Human Race... …Sure enough, they are all sick and sick."

"Human Race, the sick from all realms."

The burly Demon Race fighter bowed his head and looked down at Fang Zhou, grinning openly. Fangs, ruthlessly mocking said with a smile.

Fang Zhou looked at the Demon Race fighter, and was not at all distracted by his words.

He has never been ruthless, and this time is no exception.

The Demon Race boxer twisted his neck, his muscles were densely covered like horned dragons, containing explosive power. Seeing Fang Zhou did not respond to him, he continued to sneer: "Don't speak and pretend to be expert?"

"I'll tear you up soon, little by little crush your bones, and when the time comes you will speak."

"The bones of your Human Race are crushed very loudly, I When I first arrived in the Human Race realm, I once slaughtered the Human Race village with my companions. We competed for more people who crushed it. That time, I won. For a teenager like you, I crushed dozens of pieces. Hundreds, mud-like flesh and blood piled up like marsh mud around me."

"It's very interesting."

The Demon Race fighter grinned, as if remembering something beautiful. .

Fang Zhou's eyes condensed, and his hostility gradually surged.

This stuff, let's kill it!

He took off the iron sword on his back and slammed it on the white jade ring with a bang, causing smoke to rise.

Tear!

The cloth wrapping the iron sword all split up and in pieces, revealing the exquisite unsheathed iron sword.

As soon as the sword came out, it was out of its sheath.

"Demon Race, Azak."

The Demon Race fighter looked down at Fang Zhou, who was short and thin in his eyes. A big blade appeared in his hand, and the magic lines on his body wriggled. Grinning.

Although it is a fist, it does not prohibit the use of weapons.

There are no rules for cage boxing.

Everything is based on killing each other.

Fang Zhou looked at the Demon Race fighter and slowly raised his sword, without self-reporting his name.

when words get sour, adding words is useless.

Demon Race boxer Azak moved, his muscles squirmed, and he stepped heavily, roaring like an angry lion!

It's like a thunder in the sky!

The gamblers around the shaking fist, the eardrums are swollen and buzzing!

Under heavy footsteps, the entire white jade ring is shaking, like thunder shaking the earth!

A slash, moved towards Fang Zhou!

While chopping knives, wu wu sounded endlessly!

This hack, momentum is big, power is deep, caused the gamblers and spectators around to exclaim!

Fang Zhou held the iron sword and took a stab in the face. He never flinched, and he never took a step back!

Use the sword against the sword!

To play, you have to play an imposing manner!

Step forward, wave the sword and raise the hand, Dantian Qi Sea, set off the waves.

The majestic internal qi starts from the lower abdomen of Dantian, like a bursting dyke, flooding into the Ren and Du channels, as if to light up the acupuncture points of the human body!

Strength starts from the feet, the spine is like a dragon, and the sword breaks through the air!

Boom!

blade and sword collide In an instant, sparks flying in all directions.

Demon Race fighter Azak immediately felt the difference in power, his eyes condensed, Qi Refinement Martial Master? !

Fang Zhou's "shadow" technique works under his feet, he draws his sword against the big sword, and moves his body like a windmill, stomping his feet, stepping on the body of Demon Race Azak, like a flat ground, heavenly ascension straight up!

Finally, he leaped high, his body rotated like a windmill, and pulled down fiercely by the weight of the body.

Pumped on the head of Demon Race fighter Azak, there was a muffled noise.

The burly Azak, which was more than two meters high, shook his body, flicked his head sideways, his eyes widened, and a light purple blood stain flew from the corner of his mouth, splashing on the white jade floor.

As if being slapped by fiercely's palm.

It's like paying a price for the smelly mouth before.

The entire martial battleground fell into dead silence in an instant.

Fang Zhou landed, face doesn't change, calmly started the mourning sword pose, raised the sword and handed it.

And he said the first sentence since he was in the ring.

"Demon Race, this is it?"

……

The trend of the battle situation in the cage boxing , Seems to be completely different from what everyone expected, especially some gamblers who bet on foreign race victory, they only feel extremely dry deep in their throats.

The palms of their gambling tickets are full of sweat.

The crushing game did not appear.

The first to bleed...It was actually a foreign race!

Around the ring, many sharp-eyed Instructors have already seen it. Fang Zhou’s Qi Refinement level seems to have surpassed the Qi Refinement Martial Apprentice of the initial qi sense and reached the level of Martial Master!

This kid... wasn't he even Martial Artist before?

Qi Refinement Martial Dao has made the slowest progress, and it needs accumulation!

Fang Zhou was just Martial Apprentice yesterday, and today is Martial Master......

What has he experienced this night!

Compared with the trance of the gamblers, the reaction on the second floor of the martial battleground is the most intense!

In the Instructor box.

Master Zhao clenched his fist abruptly and yelled good!

This leg is pumping, and the thief is so exciting!

For foreign race, you have to pump like this, it is best to pump the opponent's head!

"Martial Master! Hey, he's a Martial Master?!"

Master Zhao narrowed his eyes into a crescent, smiling from ear to ear.

It’s no wonder that Fang Zhou went to the challenge so late, it turned out to be a breakthrough!

But, the speed of this kid's progress is amazing, right?

"Anyone who can be qualified to be a martial daoist is a monster!"

Master Zhao sat on a nanmu chair and took a puff of cigarette.

In the corner of the box.

Guan Tianyuan shrank silently, with a smile on his face, which was full of exhaustion.

His tainted milk ability, as expected, is still...

Strong and fierce.

……

The Demon Race fighter Azak in the cage boxing ring became very ugly.

He held the knife and stared at Fang Zhou fiercely, wiping away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth: "I will definitely kill you."

Azak can feel Fang Zhou's internal qi, there is no fear at all, even a little crazy, Qi Refinement Martial Master?

That's nothing!

In fact, he has successfully condensed the second magic pattern, which can crush most Human Race Martial Masters in strength.

Fang Zhou stepped on the shadow skill under his feet, and his figure was psychedelic, pulling on the afterimages, making it difficult to capture his movements.

Sorrowful Nine Swords is displayed, sword qi rolls up, wrapped in frost!

And Azak's burly body is full of oppression, strode forward, shaking and trembling in his entire fist.

The knife was swung out, and the force engulfed it, as if to explode the air!

This time, the magic lines on Azak's body squirmed, as if coming to life!

Swimming the knife, the speed is suddenly three points faster!

Fang Zhou resisted in a hurry, even if he blessed the strength of Qi Sea internal qi, he was still smashed and flew out several meters, holding the sword, the tiger's mouth cracked!

This blade is actually about three times stronger in strength!

Moreover, the opponent's strength is still skyrocketing!

It should be a special increase brought by that magic pattern.

Fang Zhou opened his position with the shadow of the pace, looking for opportunities to use Sorrowful Nine Swords!

However, Azak is a single force subduing ten meeting, there is no fancy means, just use force to break it!

Sorrowful Nine Swords is very strong, but the pure power is not comparable to Azak!

Azak is like an angry ominous beast, roaring in his mouth, slashing with a knife and punching with the other!

The fist that seems to destroy the city and shake the mountain, wrapped in Death Aura, once it is rubbed or scratched, it will die or be maimed!

Fang Zhou was forced to the edge of the ring.

dong!

Azak punched the cage, the cage vibrated and exploded, and the cage made of iron bars was even distorted!

Demon Race is much stronger than Human Race in physique, this is the advantage of Innate!

When it was unavoidable, Fang Zhou raised his sword to block Azak momentum is big, power is deep, but Azak punched him.

Fang Zhou resisted with his elbow.

Bang loud noise!

Fang Zhou's back knocked on the iron wire net and slipped out several meters, and his back was rubbed and torn on the iron wire net to be bloody!

Azak gains power, grinning, twisting his neck, and the magic lines on his body squirming: "You dare to taunt me even with these two pounds?"

"I said Human Race is The sick, that's the sick!"

Fang Zhou held his sword, even if his back hurts, his face still didn't change much.

He frowned, thinking about how to play.

As a Demon Race, Azak has too much advantage in Fleshy body. For single force subduing for ten meetings, Fang Zhou has nothing to do with him. In other words, the two are not of the same weight class at all.

Fang Zhou's mind is very clear. Facing a powerful force, the phrase "four-two-thousand-thousand catties" could not help appearing in his mind.

Using softness to overcome rigidity is the best way to deal with rigid force!

Fang Zhou remembered the martial arts "Tai Chi" in his previous life, using softness to overcome strength, but unfortunately... he doesn't.

Just when Fang Zhou's idea emerged.

The Martial Arts Bookstore in my mind suddenly shook, as if there were endless golden light spilling out.

Fang Zhou's body was shocked. The internal qi that Sect Lord Pei had penetrated before in his body seemed to stir up at this moment, his mind was clear, and his state was even a little ethereal!

Similar to when he used Martial Dao experience to perform deductions!

This is...Martial Arts Bookstore is helping him!

Since you can’t... Then make it out of thin air and deduct Chuangwu? !

Fang Zhou's eyes are bright!

At the same time, Azak swooped down, straddling the huge soles of his feet, and stomping fiercely!

The iron bars and nets of the cage trembled, Fang Zhou's body flew out, Azak seized the opportunity, and the longblade swept like a pouring rain!

Fang Zhou resisted with a vertical sword, the sword was drawn on the broad sword, the mourning frost sword intent burst out, as if sticking to the sword, Dantian Qi Sea internal qi gushed out, pressed the sword, curled up, The touch is round, and I want to use the sword to drive the knife away!

However, Azak’s power was too strong, Fang Zhou was thrown out, but when he was thrown out, Fang Zhou drew a kick on Azak’s face again, drawing the opponent’s head hard Don't go over.

Fang Zhou landed, rubbing the soles of his feet against the ground, drawing out most of the ring in one fell swoop!

But trying this time also gave him the light!

After standing still, Fang Zhou's eyes are like shining stars in the night sky.

He seems to understand a little bit!

I feel it!

Try again!

Play a few more times!

White jade are on the ring.

The young imposing manner changed suddenly.

Slightly lower waist, hold the steel essence iron sword in one hand, and put the retraction stick on your back. In the other hand, the palm is facing outwards, like a water tank pulling a tornado, slowly pushing it out!

"Come again!"

Fang Zhou slowly closed his eyes and spoke concisely.

The words fall.

In the iron steel cage, wind and thunder were blowing on the flat ground.

……

In the Sect Lord box.

The cup in Pei Tongsi's hand was crushed to pieces, and suddenly he got up.

His eyes are bright, and he suddenly regrets it.

Looking at the boy who closed his fist, there was an incredible and complicated flicker in the depths of his pupils.

"Between life and death, fight to create martial arts, this is the style of martial daoist..."

"What a monster in the world..."

PS : Old Li This chapter is very long, bear with me.