King of Gods

Gold and copper castings.

This is the absolute school in Hou Yuan's rehearsal practice. Once it is displayed, it will bring the whole body strength and defense to a new level.

Zhao Feng just made a hard hit and was directly shocked and almost injured.

At this point, Zhao Feng opened his left eye and observed the principle and flaws of this move.

Under the super visual interface, Hou Yuan's body surface presents a hint of red gold silk, which is like a light net, interlaced into the whole body.

"The perfect blend of refining and martial arts, and then taking a half step is the flesh into the holy world."

Zhao Feng’s heart is a glimpse.

It is no wonder that there are rumors that the giants who wait for the inner disciples to rank in the top have the strength to challenge the real world.

The practice of refining the body is the most primitive and simple way of practicing, paying attention to pressing people and making every effort.

Therefore, the flaws in the practice of refining are smaller than the general exercises.

Zhao Feng opened his left eye and almost could not find the obvious flaw of "gold and copper casting body".

Although he can roughly understand the principle of "gold and copper castings", the martial arts of the two people's cultivation, the style of the genre is far from each other, and it is impossible to move to himself in a short time.

"Kid! I see when you can run!"

Hou Yuanhong's voice came, the offensive slowed down, trying to capture Zhao Feng's figure, not easy to attack.

Zhao Feng's body method, after being integrated into the magic fish, has changed a lot and is more suitable for chaotic situations.

The more actions and attacks an opponent has, the easier it is to be blinded by the illusion of the body.

If the enemy is calm, careful and steady, with static braking, the magical effect of the magic fish map will be reduced.

In a short time, Hou Yuan seems to be passive, at least until he finds the law of Zhao Feng's body, he will not waste his energy.

If the enemy does not move, I will move.

Point star!

Zhao Feng sneered a sneak peek, launching a super-point of perfection in the realm of the realm, and for a time, breaking the air and screaming, rushing to Hou Yuan.

Oh...

Hou Yuanjin's copper-like appearance, splashing a wave of Mars, those fiercely pointing, did not break his defense.

"Ha ha ha... is this your attack?"

Strong defense!

Zhao Feng’s heart jumped, and the “Gold and Copper Casting Body” made Hou Yuan’s inner strength and refining technique perfectly integrated, and the defensive power was stronger than his silver hood.

Little gold fist!

Hou Yuanjing sighed and finally locked Zhao Feng’s figure, and the brutal and violent punch came.

The air around Zhao Feng was instantly torn, and the fist had not yet been reached. The powerful wind could oppress the general solid environment.

Silver hood!

Zhao Feng pushed the inner strength of the Yuan to the limit, launched the defensive secret of "Silver Wall", and a layer of translucent silver gas mask appeared on the surface.

Oh...

A punch in the middle of the target, the silver mask swayed, and suddenly bleak.

Zhao Feng bears the power of the overbearing power. The body seems to have a big mountain, and the breathing is tight. Under this pressure, "Guiyuan Qishen" is also launched to a level beyond the peak, so that the silver hood becomes thicker.

Hey!

Under the punching force that was enough to impact the situation, the "silver hood" was finally broken, but Zhao Feng took the first step to use the earthquake force to fly back a dozen feet, launching the smoke wave without a step, and the body shape swayed and produced several more The virtual shadow, the whole body retreats.

steaming!

Hou Yuan also stepped back a few steps in the rupture of the Yinqi hood, and his look became dignified for the first time.

From the confrontation to the present, Zhao Feng’s strength, body and martial arts have exceeded his expectations, and he is a long-term opponent.

Especially in terms of body law, Hou Yuan had to admit that he was not as good as Zhao Feng.

The magic fish figure that Zhao Feng comprehend has the best effect on the body method, not to mention the "Smoke Wave without Steps" has reached the super-realistic realm.

Moreover, "Guiyuan Qiqi" provides Zhao Feng with a solid foundation, and the gas is long, comparable to a half-step.

If you save your heart, Zhao Feng can be almost invincible.

This is also the place where Hou Yuan is worried.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng did not intend to consume it. His goal is not to fight for a tie.

Point star! Windy style!

Little gold fist!

Silver wall opens!

......

On the stage, two figures, sometimes interlaced, sometimes separated.

Among them, Zhao Feng has been actively attacking one side; and Hou Yuan is in a passive counterattack state.

The disciples on the field were shocked.

"This Zhao Feng has the strength to match ‘Hou Yuan’!”

"Hey! He is just a powerful person, and he is with Zhou Yuan. If it is hard, it is not an opponent."

"The body is also part of the strength. In this respect, he can almost stand out from the outside."

No matter what, everyone is incredible about the true strength of Zhao Feng.

Everyone is staring at the two on the stage.

Among them, especially Zhao Feng's body, the artistic conception is profound, the change is endless, and every unexpected unexpected turn.

Hou Yuan’s ten attacks, only two or three times at a time, can really lock the target, and sometimes it’s a chance.

Seeing the confrontation between the two, they are getting hot, forty or fifty rounds, regardless of the outcome.

Windy style! Xuanfeng palm!

Suddenly, Zhao Feng leaped volley, the attack style changed greatly, and the arm palms condensed a group of sturdy and sturdy, swallowing and rotating, the edge was more and more prosperous, and the wind was torn around.

That palm, seemingly slow, is fast and incomparable, more like the coincidence of the surrounding time and place, as if by the power of the environment, like the vortex of the river center, swallowing and cutting everything.

"It's that trick!"

The monsoon clouds and other people in the audience were shocked and stunned.

This trick of Zhao Feng’s exhibition is unprecedented in power, and it is the mysterious hand that defeated the monsoon cloud that day.

Compared with the day, Zhao Feng’s current move has doubled its power.

King Kong Sky!

Hou Yuan’s face was dignified, and he showed the moves of attack and defense. His hands were arched, and he was guarded in front of him. His force slammed into the sky, as if to hold up the world where one side collapsed.

The two strong moves, collided together in the air, the sharp edge of the sharp tears, the sound of "嗞嗞叮叮", continuous.

Two people, one rooted in the ground, one floating in the air, seems to be integrated into a whole sculpture, a violent dust wave, swallowing in all directions, so that people outside the challenge can hardly see the situation inside.

During the rest of the time, the "beep" sounds, the two figures are separated.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

One of the tallest King Kong figures, suffocating and retreating.

Another figure, floating and flipping, slowly landed.

The dust went away, and everyone stared at the two on the stage.

Zhao Feng is still the same, but there is only one piece of clothing that is damaged.

As for Hou Yuan, he left more than a dozen blood marks, but it seems that it is just a little bit of flesh and blood.

Even so, everyone can't help but take a breath.

When He Zengshi, everyone saw Hou Yuan’s such awkward situation.

"Maybe, he will be the first new person outside the door."

A cold man's voice, not far from, is close to the challenge table.

Many people present, hearing this voice, the body is inexplicably stiff.

Especially those waiting for the inner disciples, such as the monsoon, the Hongjia brothers and so on, have looked at the person who spoke.

In the crowd, it is a tacit understanding to give way to a calm and tenacious youth.

This young man looks ordinary and looks calm, but makes the disciples outside the field awe-inspiring.

"The first door of the outer door is 'Lin Fan'!"

"Even he was alarmed? I heard that Lin Fan had a record of defeating the disciples in the country."

Lin Fan’s appearance, in the vicinity of the contest, set off a storm.

The first door?

Xiao Yu, Yun Xiangmeng, Yang Qingshan and others, have looked at this character who only exists in the legend.

Since entering the outer door, they have heard more than once the story of Lin Fan, the first person outside the door.

It is said that Lin Fan’s qualifications are very general, even semi-spiritual. When he was able to enter the Zongmen, he was somewhat lucky and stubborn.

But it is such a person, through unremitting efforts, boarded the throne of the first person outside the door.

"Lin Fan, you mean Zhao Feng? He will be the first door."

"Do you even think that you are not Zhao Feng's opponent?"

Some alternate inside disciples couldn't help but ask.

"First of all, his body is undoubtedly the first in the outer door, even I am not as good as myself."

Lin Fan said here, a slight meal.

Some alternate inside disciples, nodded frequently, for Zhao Feng's body, they have nothing to say.

"Secondly, Hou Yuan's defensive power was first in the outer door. After fighting, Zhao Feng was not injured, but Hou Yuan was injured, even if it was only slightly injured."

Lin Fan smiled.

Yunxiang Dream secretly looked at the first person outside the door and found that the other side gave a very common feeling from all aspects.

Lin Fan analyzed: "This shows that Zhao Feng has reached a peak in all aspects of attack, defense, speed and body, and it is definitely better than Hou Yuan in terms of comprehensiveness. Hou Yuan’s defense is the first in the outer door. If Zhao Feng can To defeat him, he will become the first person in the new outer door."

When everyone listens, they all feel right.

After all, the second-ranked alternate inner-door disciple, and Hou Yuan, just played a tie.

At this time, on the challenge stage, the situation changed again.

Point the star! Remnant style!

Zhao Feng suddenly fits into the fourth style of the four winds, and the main attack is the “residual style”.

The sinister style is stronger than the windy style.

Today, Zhao Feng is far better than the original, whether it is repaired or in the flesh, or even the "point star".

噗嗤——

The arc-like blade points to the air, smashes the air, condenses and swallows, and sparkles.

Zhao Feng’s finger, as if it was turned into a sharp blade, cut through Hou Yuan’s waist and splashed blood!

"How could this be!"

Hou Yuan was in a stiff shape, looking at the shocking blood marks at his waist.

He couldn't believe that his powerful defense was so easily broken by the other party.

laugh!

Another trace of the silver wire was swept past him.

Hou Yuan’s moment, a shallow **** mark on his neck.

His body's pores are straight and vertical, and cold sweat is oozing from his forehead, as if he had passed away from the ghost gate.

The second finger is obviously reserved, otherwise he will be able to cut his throat.

"Sure enough."

Zhao Feng stood opposite him and his eyes flashed.

Undoubtedly, the fusion of the wind-style "point and star" is Zhao Feng's strongest single attack. After all, his gale style only comprehends two or three points.

Incorporating the wind-style "Xuanfengzhang", it continues to be powerful, but the instant attack is not as good as the residual wind, and it is not suitable for dealing with Hou Yuan.

The residual wind type, like the residual wind, pursues the cutting of the blade, restrains the practice of the body, is good at breaking the defense, and is suitable for dealing with opponents with strong defense.

"I lost."

Hou Yuan had only reacted to it, but he had to accept this reality. It didn’t make much sense to fight it again.

Because, mastering the "residual style" of Zhao Feng, the fusion of a star and a finger, you can instantly cut the defense he is proud of.