Miss Waste Material: Fengming World

335 The Ring 9
He clenched his fists tightly, and then pulled his arm apart. A fiery red light was tightly clenched by his hands, and in the next second, he pushed it out heavily!
Feng Beihan rushed out with a wave of his palm, and a streak of silver profound energy rushed out with lightning speed!
At the same time, his figure followed and hid to the left!

The two strands of profound energy collided with each other, making a violent bang!

That person was extremely fast, and he was not affected in the slightest. Before Feng Beihan escaped and had no time to do other things, he had already quietly come to Feng Beihan's side!

"Flame Palm!" The profound energy gathered in his palm, he shouted and waved his palm out without stopping for a moment!

The difference between the two small realms is like a gap.

You must know that the fourth-level Xuanzong can beat the third-level Xuanzong.

The two are different concepts in terms of speed and strength.

Not to mention that this person's cultivation has reached the fifth level of Xuanzong!
At the critical moment, Feng Beihan had no time to dodge, so he could only subconsciously hold his arms across his body to resist!

A circle of profound energy protected him within it.

"boom"

sound!
Even so, with one palm down, he still backed up again and again, and finally stepped on the ground with both feet, barely stopping at the edge of the ring!
"Ahem... Puff..." He covered his chest with his hands, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The body-protecting profound strength was directly broken by that person's palm!
At this time, he was seriously injured.

However, it is conceivable that on the battlefield, the slightest chance can determine the outcome.

Naturally, that man would not let go of the slightest chance, and he rushed straight over like a sharp sword!

"Fire Punch!"

As his voice fell, he had already stood beside Feng Beihan, punching him out!
The fiery red profound energy was extremely dazzling.

Just when everyone thought the battle was coming to an end.

Feng Beihan suddenly dodged sideways, and at some point there was a long sword in his hand, and he stabbed at the man without hesitation!

There was a sound of "呵...".

The man raised his hand to block it, a bloodstain was drawn on his arm, and the blood stained his clothes red in an instant.

The man's eyes were about to split open, and he was about to strike out with one palm...

At such a close distance, if Feng Beihan received this palm, he might not be able to get out of bed within a month or two...

"Wait a minute!" Feng Qianyue suddenly took two steps forward and raised her voice to stop her.

Feng Beihan glanced at the girl, and smiled knowingly, he put away his long sword, "I admit defeat."

He knew from the start that he couldn't win.

He didn't make the first move, and let the opponent get the first move. To put it bluntly, it was to let him relax his vigilance.

Knowing that he would lose, but he didn't want to lose too embarrassingly, that's why the scene just happened.

At least...the other party was also injured.

Hearing that Feng Beihan had admitted defeat so readily, that person felt full of anger.

He was actually injured!

And he suffered from a person who was two levels behind him!

Even if it was because of his carelessness, it was an indisputable fact.

However, the opponent had already conceded defeat, so he couldn't do anything more.

He shook his fist angrily, and glared at Feng Beihan.

"Zhu Yousheng!" The referee announced the result in due course.

This is only one game, so far, there are still twelve people.

Still silent.

But obviously, Zhu You was injured, so someone paid attention to him.

The one who challenged him was a woman, and the two were of equal cultivation.

The results are obvious.

The woman won, but she was also injured by Zhu You's almost revengeful style of play.

For a while, no one else dared to challenge rashly.

The scene froze a bit.

After all, no one wants to use their own future to pave the way for others.

(End of this chapter)