my goddess school flower

At this time, Wang Ziqiao, still under the blessing of magic, saw the Wubufeng rushing towards him, he lightly stepped on the ground with both feet, and rose into the air.

Wu Bufeng's elegant body skills have already made Wu Bufeng unable to catch up with horses. Wu Bufeng wanted to chase and kill Prince Qiao, and it seemed like he was going to the sky.

During the pursuit, the two kept dodging and moving.

Time goes on.

Wu Bufeng's speed was getting slower and slower. He was already injured and couldn't bear such exhaustion.

But Prince Joe is still the same.

Chi Chi Chi!

Four piercing sounds appeared.

The four princes Qiao suddenly appeared around Wu Bufeng, pointing like swords, stabbing at four different directions of Wu Bufeng's body at the same time.

Wu Bufeng was no longer dodging, but took a deep breath, the muscles of his whole body were instantly condensed together, his whole body was like a lump of iron, his body swayed, four afterimages were instantly separated, and they bowed to the surroundings at the same time go.

Tai Chi clone technique!

The martial arts that China has inherited for hundreds of years is definitely not weaker than the Japanese Shura's body skills.

At this moment, Wu Bufeng seemed to have turned into an eight-armed monster.

Clap clap clap!

The four collision sounds suddenly appeared in the void.

Wang Ziqiao's figure returned to one place and floated into the corner, while Wu Bufeng's figure also joined together, gasping for breath, and the blood on his shoulder overflowed again.

Wang Ziqiao's sword still hurt his blood vessels.

"Admit defeat, I don't want to see you die on the stage!" Wang Ziqiao spit out, at this time, the magic he blessed has also been consumed.

Wu Bufeng's face became paler and paler. Up until now, he knew that he could no longer defeat Wang Ziqiao, but he just couldn't hold back the breath in his heart. The majestic master of a generation can't beat a 19-year-old boy, how will he see others in the future?

"Come on, if I lie down today, Wu Bufeng will withdraw from the martial arts world, and there will be no such person as Wu Bufeng again!" Wu Bufeng took a deep breath, but closed his eyes slightly.

In his heart, he silently recited this Tai Chi formula over and over again: no movement at all, no movement at all, no movement at all... moving the breath to stick to the back, and draw it into the spine... stepping like a cat, moving like a pump Silk... the whole body focuses on the spirit, not on the breath, if it is on the breath, it will stagnate, if there is energy, it will be weak, if there is no energy, it will be pure strength, the energy is like a wheel, and the waist is like an axle...

Spirit, spirit, everything is in the spirit...

Wang Ziqiao found that the aura of Wu Bufeng was slowly withdrawing, and then retracted into his body, becoming calm and waveless, like a pool of clear water.

The wound on his shoulder was also slowly closing, and no more blood flowed out.

It seemed that there was no murderous intent, but Wang Ziqiao's heart was raised, because he couldn't find any flaws in Wu Bufeng, just like a stubborn stone.

In any case, close combat is Prince Joe's weakness, and his strength is to attack from a distance.

But at this moment, he had to face this powerful enemy.

"Since that's the case, let the whole world experience magic!"

Wang Ziqiao's expression turned cold, and he raised his hands. With his fingers fluctuating, he uttered incantations, and flames flickered on his fingers, turning into balls of raging fire.

He suddenly shot up through the sky and reached high altitude, and all ten magic balls in his hand smashed towards Wu Bufeng.

At this time, Wu Bufeng has also opened his eyes.

Because Wang Ziqiao's style of play has completely exceeded the scope of martial arts.

Facing that terrifying fireball, how to parry it?

But he still didn't admit defeat, he calmed down, his figure suddenly spun around in place, getting faster and faster, and in the end there was only a high-speed spinning afterimage, like a spinning top, with a strong wind around it, forming a Put on a windshield.

"Tai Chi spinning top?" Huo Zhendong, who was watching the battle in the car, looked very serious. He wanted to go out and remind Wang Ziqiao to be careful, but he held back.

The fireball hit the windshield, but the windshield was like a tumbler, almost clinging to the ground and spinning around at a high speed, bounced the fireballs one after another, and exploded around his body.

"Is this Tai Chi?" Wang Ziqiao no longer has the slightest contempt. While falling, his ten fingers are still fluctuating, and the wind elements in the void gather quickly, forming a series of wind blades, cutting towards the strong wind shield. .

But at this time, the high-speed spinning Wubufeng, driving the strong wind cover, suddenly shot up into the sky, like a tornado, as fast as lightning, and it arrived in front of Wang Ziqiao in an instant.

Wang Ziqiao was terrified, and hurriedly pushed out his hands, followed by the release of all his mental power, forming a mental barrier.

Bang!

The mental barrier was directly shattered, and Wang Ziqiao's hands collided with Wu Bufeng's.

flutter……

Wang Ziqiao vomited blood directly in the air, flew upside down, and fell directly under the stage more than ten meters away.

However, the gyroscope wind incarnated by Wu Bufeng still didn't stop, drawing a meteor-like arc in the void, and continued to smash towards Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao's eyes widened, his feet touched the ground, and his figure drifted up.

boom!

Wu Bufeng's feet stepped on the marble floor, the floor was cracked, and his figure rushed towards Wang Ziqiao again.

The two chased together again after they were on the entire square.

Whoosh!

Wang Ziqiao soared into the sky again, but his gaze was on a sycamore tree dozens of meters away. The branches of this sycamore tree suddenly trembled, and the branches and leaves shook, and it quickly walked towards Wang Ziqiao.

When Wang Ziqiao catapulted up again, his feet had already stepped on the leaves of the sycamore tree and turned into a huge kite.

The wind blew the leaves, and Wang Ziqiao's figure was a little taller.

Wu Bufeng rushed to the sky to pursue him, but he couldn't reach the height of Wang Ziqiao.

The eagle should have been flying in the sky, but it couldn't show its power on the ground.

Shenlong should shuttle through the clouds and seas to be more powerful.

Prince Joe looked down at the earth, his gaze became more tenacious.

Originally, he didn't want to reveal his true strength, but now he has been forced to reveal it.

That being the case, then push it up forcefully, avoiding the real strong.

Choo Choo Choo……

The broad leaves are like blades, flying out from Wang Ziqiao's feet, enveloping Wu Bufeng.

At this time, Wu Bufeng is actually at the end of his road. When he used the Tai Chi Spinning Top, which consumes a lot of Tai Chi energy, he had already fought his last battle, but he still couldn't make Wang Ziqiao lose his fighting power.

On the other hand, Wang Ziqiao became more courageous and mysterious as he fought more and more, like a bottomless pit, you don't know what powerful moves he will have next.

Such a person, why was he almost defeated by the eight steps of chasing the cicada yesterday?

Levitation in the air, is this still the realm of a fourth-level grandmaster?

Wu Bufeng had no intention of fighting anymore. He looked up at the flying leaves, and stared at Wang Ziqiao in the sky. He couldn't understand everything in front of him. He wanted to see clearly what Wang Ziqiao was before he died. Who is it.