King of Gods

In the face of the third opponent, Hong Si, Zhao Feng felt a little resistance and awkward.

The strength of Hong Si is stronger than the previous Xiao Yu and Hong San, but this is not the main factor.

What is really difficult is that the other party's mentality is very stable.

First of all.

He admits that it is not as good as Zhao Feng!

With this premise, he naturally will not have any light enemy, playing 200% of the power against Zhao Feng.

Second.

Hong San did not seek to win.

His only purpose is to drag Zhao Feng and kill each other's physical strength.

In the absence of victory, Hong San can only ask for it, not seeking victory, his own flaws and mistakes, and control to a minimum.

Although Zhao Feng's body is infinitely mysterious, but Hong San is quietly braking, seeking stability and not winning, not rashly attacking, many attacks, are random, to test the actual position of Zhao Feng.

"Although he is not striving for stability, he only needs dozens of tricks and I can win. But..."

Zhao Feng’s body shape shook and appeared on the front of Hong San.

In the face of a calm and calm Hong Si, Zhao Feng decided to change his strategy.

Instead of taking advantage of it and consuming dozens of tricks, it is better to take the true level and win with overwhelming strength.

Zhao Feng took a sigh of relief, and his body exudes a strong and sturdy breath. The body is full of vitality and rushing into the thunder.

At that moment, Zhao Feng was full of breath and raised half a level.

Hong San was discolored.

Hou Yuan of the stage, his eyes are slightly congested.

Many people were shocked. I did not expect that Zhao Feng had enough strength in the previous battles.

In other words, the battle between Xiao Yu and Hong San did not make Zhao Feng consume anything.

"How is it possible! This internal reserve is almost stronger than me..."

Xiao Yu stared at the increasingly powerful Zhao Feng on the stage, and the pale face showed more frustration.

Point the star!

Zhao Feng's unreserved Shi Zhanchao's "Point Star", even if it is not integrated into the four-wind style, it is also a shocking soul.

puff! puff! puff……

A little bit of star-pointing, dragging and screaming, like a flying insect, rushed to Hong San.

Hong San was pale and spurred the inner strength of the half-step, and even formed a layer of inner air hood, while his arms slammed.

Taiyue Promise!

Hong San’s arms waved, and the whole person ignited a sense of oppression such as Taishan, power and power without limit, and a thick and wide airflow, welcoming Zhao Feng’s continuous attack.

噗噗砰轰——

Between the two, the gas wave blew and the dust was scattered.

At first glance, this is a competition for internal power.

But for a few seconds, Hong Sikui's body shape, suffocating and stiff, and backwards.

In the whole fight, he still left a flaw and was hit by Zhao Feng’s point star.

Zhao Feng's mouth smirked a smile, and he did not believe that in the case of full struggle, the other party can still drip.

Sometimes, since it is not a good idea, it is more effective in the most direct and most arrogant way.

Zhao Feng's strength, the other side of the regulator, to force, and suddenly open a gap.

Point the star! Windy style!

Zhao Feng's pursuit of the trend, this time into the wind-style, let the power of "point star" to a new level.

Hey! Bang! call out……

The star pointed to the sound of thunder and the sound of thunder, and the road burst like a star, and the attack power was even beyond the limits of the solid level.

Disciples outside the field, only to see stunned.

At this moment, anyone has to admit that Zhao Feng has at least the strength of the top five in the outer door, challenging the top three and qualifying.

Wow!

Hong Si insisted on a few tricks, spit out a blood, leaving a few blood holes in his body, screaming and screaming, jumping out of the challenge station.

" Lost..."

Hong Si’s face was bitter, and he tried his best to find stability and not win, and he was still stable and dripping, but he still lost.

According to the strategy, he wants to delay the time and kill Zhao Feng's physical strength.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng launched a strong force and defeated him in a short time.

"I have already done my best."

Hong Si looked helplessly at Hou Yuan.

Hou Yuan was indifferent, calm and calm, and said: "You have forced Zhao Feng to make full efforts, and he is not completely ruined."

After Zhao Feng won three games in a row, the field caused an uproar.

Before the challenge today, no one expected that Zhao Feng could be as strong as death, and the Thunder simply defeated three opponents.

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Feng defeated three opponents, and it was still easy, no entanglement, no hard fight.

After the challenge, Zhao Feng will replace Hong Si’s ranking.

“In the fourth round, the eighth ‘Zhao Feng’ challenged the third ‘Hou Yuan’.”

In the eyes of the deacon, he looked forward to the look of expectation.

After three consecutive games, can Zhao Feng complete the final round of challenges?

Everyone knows that Hou Yuancai is Zhao Feng’s biggest opponent today.

The third door, this is almost the status of the outer door overlord, Hou Yuan's strength, Megatron outside the door for many years, and even have the strength to challenge the real situation.

To a certain extent, Hou Yuan’s strength has been separated from the solid nine-level level.

"Zhao Feng, in front of me, you have no chance!"

Hou Yuangao’s body, like King Kong’s body, fell heavily and challenged the station’s faint vibration.

On the hard, pure black rock board, there is a trace of spider web-like cracks.

Only one landing detail shows Hou Yuan's ability to surpass the general half-step.

Hey!

Hou Yuan’s blouse shattered, revealing a shovel-like iron bronze drum. The whole body was like a copper cast gold plated, and the body scented in the flesh and blood, shocking the soul, enough to scare away the top beasts.

hiss!

Many foreign disciples on the field took a breath of air and looked horrified.

"Almost close to the breath of the king's beast."

Zhao Feng’s heart is a glimpse.

Compared with half a month ago, Hou Yuan’s strength has obviously improved. It’s no wonder that he can beat the third place.

Zhao Feng's left eye, it is not difficult to judge, Hou Yuan's body of meat, reaching the limit of the solid state, close to the level of "the flesh into the holy world."

Both Zhao Feng and Hou Yuan are mainly based on the practice of refining.

The goal of the two is the same, and the flesh is taken into the holy world.

In contrast, Hou Yuan’s fire in this area is slightly better than Zhao Feng.

After all, Hou Yuan started earlier, and he practiced the practice of sculpt from a young age, which lasted for more than ten years.

If you step forward halfway, he will become the first foreign disciple of Xiaoyuezong in the past 100 years.

Hey! Hey!

Hou Yuan stepped forward to Zhao Feng, the barbaric and primitive power shock, reaching the point of horror.

Little gold fist!

Hou Yuan’s fist seems to expand a circle, bursting with a layer of golden luster, and constantly zooming in on the field of vision, there is an illusion that can fill the whole world.

Zhao Feng’s left eye contracted and his face was dignified.

Canopy -

At the moment of punching, Hou Yuan’s body and fist have reached Zhao Feng’s front.

The outbreak of physical strength and the strong internal strength foundation made Hou Yuan's speed far more than the previous Hongjia brothers.

Disciples outside the field, stunned.

The power of Hou Yuan’s fist can completely kill a solid enemy in an instant, and it is violent.

Silver wall opens!

Zhao Feng’s accumulation of strength and internal strength during the flash of the light stone is also an instant burst.

The hard battle of boxing and boxing, full of wild violence, kills the target in a skillless way.

In the field, the disciples were only listening to the loud noise of the "snap", the eardrums, the blood and the blood, almost at that moment, lost hearing.

Teng Teng...

Zhao Feng and Hou Yuan, both retreating at the same time, the pits and cracks on the ground continued to spread.

Zhao Feng stepped back nine steps, stabilized his figure and looked calm.

Hou Yuan retired eight steps, a little swaying, his eyes horrified.

This is a result of half a catty.

However, this scene, let the outside disciples under the stage, screamed and screamed.

"This Zhao Feng and Hou Yuan hard touched... It didn't fall."

"This guy is also a major in refining, and he can compete with Hou Yuan."

Around the challenge table, there was a sensation.

This is a situation that nobody has expected.

The most horrified one is Hou Yuan. He has practiced the body exercises and reached the realm of Russ, naturally understanding the difficulty.

But I can't imagine that a 14-year-old boy in front of him has a refinement that is close to him.

You must know that his age is twenty-six, six years older than Zhao Feng.

If he is unable to break through the situation within the age of 30, he will be abandoned by the Zongmen.

"This person's refining temperament is indeed slightly better than my two points."

Zhao Feng is as quiet as water, and the strength of his left eye is slowly opening.

He cultivated the "Silver Wall", which increased his strength and physique, and focused on defense.

Hou Yuan’s practice of refining the body is not lost to the “silver tick”, but the heat is deeper.

"Zhao Feng, I did not expect that you are also majoring in refining, the realm of the fire, not even lost to me. But today, you will lose."

Hou Yuan’s face is indifferent, his muscles are like steel casting, and the undulating and exhaling breath is more and more terrible.

Under the left eye of Zhao Feng, it was discovered that Hou Yuan’s internal strength and refining exercises are perfectly integrated in the flesh and blood skeleton.

Hey! Hey...

Hou Yuan’s skeleton was bursting with a burst of excitement.

Zhao Feng’s heart jumped and even had the illusion of facing a king-level beast.

I don't know how much Yuan Yuan's refining sculpt, to what depth, to integrate the inner strength with the flesh and blood bones into a whole.

"Gold and copper castings!"

Hou Yuan’s body breath, raising half a level, the surface of the body is a layer of gold and copper-like luster, such as the same statue of King Kong Buddha.

With the "Gold and Copper Casting" stunt, Hou Yuan has the strength to challenge the world.

Little gold fist!

In the horror of the explosion, the golden fist light cut through the void, and Zhao Feng was shrouded in lightning.

That speed is too fast, Zhao Feng may not be able to respond if it is under normal circumstances.

At this moment, Zhao Feng’s left eye is also fully open, running “Guiyuan Qishen” and “Silver Wall” to block the invincible punch of Hou Yuanlei.

嗙砰——

Zhao Feng’s body flew out for more than a dozen feet, and the whole body was tumbling.

If it is not his "silver tick", good at defense, just a punch, enough to let him vomit blood.

"Give me down -"

Hou Yuan forced Zhao Feng to the edge of the challenge platform.

As long as they fall out of the challenge, even Zhao Feng loses.

Hey!

Zhao Feng’s body was shot and killed.

This time, Hou Yuan was empty.

With the wind! The smoke wave has no shadow!

Zhao Feng brings his body to the super-successful realm, and the style of the wind is fully integrated.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng’s bodywork reached the peak of the peak, and the artistic conception was deep and varied.

The meaning of the magic fish map, presented in a little step by step, Zhao Feng's body, more and more like a duck.

Hou Yuan’s body method is short-boarding for himself.

Several times, he was deceived by Zhao Feng’s body and the attack fell through.

At this time, Zhao Feng opened his left eye and secretly observed the principle of Hou Yuan's "gold and copper casting body"...