The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

At the end of the lottery, Tang Hao failed to maintain good luck. He must compete with the Siamese people for the final qualifications, and he was very excited. (8) (1) Δ文』网Ww┡W. 81.Zw. COM

"I can finally fight with you, then I will be worthwhile this time."

The goal of Ziba is very clear. He is coming to Tang Yan. The champion of the Wulin Conference is not very attractive to him.

This time, I was able to compete with Tang Yinguang on the court and let him get what he wanted.

This time Yu Zhankui appeared again, and Pi Xiao looked at the two without a smile, saying: "I wish the two flags to win, let's play."

The Westerner Mutu’s eyes glared at Tang Yan and said: "I hope you don't fail, I am still waiting for a decisive battle with you."

Mutu, who looked at the tiger's back, was tall and thin at the height of two meters above the other. He was not afraid to say: "Reassured, I will definitely knock you down in the final. ”

"Then I will wait and see." Mutu said murderously.

Tang Zhen and Lu Ba took the stage. When they arrived, the cheers of the crowd seemed to break through the sky. They stared at the two people, especially Tang Yin, which was the focus of most of them.

As if he didn’t hear the shouts around him, there was only one person in his eyes—Tang Hao, his boxers gradually smashed up, and the black skin swelled under the dark skin, like a python wrapped around his arm. Oh, it’s horror.

"I hope that you will come up with a full battle with me." He said in a hurry.

Tang said: "Look at whether you have such a strong strength, you can force me all the strength."

He is not angry, but his eyes are bright, and it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to be such a powerful opponent.

Roar!

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Snapped!

The air was compressed and slammed, and the flying leg had not hit Tang Yan. He felt a strong wind hit his neck.

The first move of the squad is directly swept to his neck. If it is not dodging, the neck will be swept away. This is an absolute killing.

Ziba participated in countless black boxing competitions, so each stroke is trying to beat the opponent, and is trying to make the opponent lose resistance.

Tang Yan quickly raised his arm and stopped beside his neck.

Hey!

The flying leg swept the arm, the arm did not move, and the flying leg was bounced back, sweeping the railing of the platform, and slamming, the railing was directly kicked.

Hey!

The audience took a breath of cold, which is how much power, even the hollow steel tube with the baby's arm is kicked.

The 颂巴 has not yet landed, and the elbow attacked and attacked it. He rushed directly to Tang’s chest. Tang Yan was also an elbow, and his elbows collided, and he stumbled a small step.

Obviously, in terms of strength, the barbara is a bit weaker.

However, Zhaiba is not afraid. If the other party is strong enough, he will be excited enough. The blood in his body will almost boil and flow.

His dark cheeks also appeared a few red, slamming and slamming.

In an instant, he ran into nine strokes in a row, and his eyes were all in vain, but each of the illusions contained enough terrorist power.

Tang Yan’s counterattack was faster, his hands seemed to disappear, and he only saw a piece of phantom, but completely took the other side’s attack.

In a short while, the two people became more and more fast. They only saw two figures swaying between the shackles. You came and went, and the danger was abnormal.

The downfall was smashed, and I didn’t know how many potholes were added, and the general railings were twisted like twists.

This is the result of the impact of the two people. The referee who stood on the stage saw it and jumped into the ring.

Under such a battle, still staying in the ring, it is simply a long life.

The audience held their breath, although the first few games were also wonderful enough to let them have a good time and appreciate the true charm of Kung Fu.

But this game allowed them to understand the terrible and tremendous destructive power of kung fu. Those martial artists had shut up, and their throats were like being caught by people.

"Who said that Huaxia martial arts is a flower boxing embroidered leg, let them have a look, what is this, this is the Chinese martial arts, this is the real killing technique."

The audience was boiling, and they all yelled at the name of Kung Fu, and the voices of cheering and cheering were like mountains and rivers.

In the VIP box, Louis gazed at the battle on the ring, Mutu stood with respect and respect.

"Mutu, how do you have a chance to fight with him?" Louis asked.

Mutu’s confidence is full: “Less master, very grasped.”

Louis's mouth was hooked up and said, "Oh, are you so confident?"

"Of course, he is stronger, just ordinary humans, how could it be my opponent." Mutu said categorically.

"Ordinary humans? Oh, I didn't think that the warriors on this land in China could achieve this level. It is no wonder that the war of a hundred years ago, our Western Empire did not achieve the final victory, the warriors did not remove, this country can not It really fell into the palm of our hand." Louis's loose hands were mastered into fists.

"Less Lord, our failure a hundred years ago will definitely not repeat itself. Under the leadership of the Lord, our empire will certainly occupy this rich land," Mutu said.

Hey!

The knock on the door rang, and Mutu opened the door, only to see Wells and Yu Zhankui standing outside the door.

"Come in." Louis did not say back.

When the two entered the house, Yu Zhankui appeared to be somewhat cautious, slightly squatting, and Lu Guang’s eyes glanced at Louis, who sat down and quickly lowered his head.

"Less master, this is Yu Zhankui, the chairman of the Wushu Association." Wells introduced.

The young master turned his head and glanced at him. He nodded. "President Yu, your contribution to our Western Empire, I see you in your eyes, and you will get double returns in the future."

Yu Zhankui immediately thanked Dade: "Thank you for the Lord, this is what I should do."

"This time you have arranged the lottery, let Mutu advance directly to the finals." The young master said.

Yu Zhankui said: "In fact, Mr. Mutu has no difficulty in directly advancing. We just let Tang Xiao this boy live another day."

It turns out that the previous lottery was a shady scene. It has already been decided that the lucky one is Mutu. In this way, Mutu can directly advance and have more time to restore his strength for the finals of tomorrow.

"The Lord, the Siam of the Siamese country is very powerful. If the battle of Tang Yan fails, then you can't use Mr. Mutu to clean up him." Yu Zhankui said with great courtesy.

"Oh, do you think Don Juan is not the opponent of the squad?" Louis asked curiously.

Yu Zhankui looked at the platform and the battle between the two was fierce. He said with ambiguity: "Mu Ba is the first master of the Siamese country. Tang Yan may not be his opponent."

Louis snorted and said: "The mouse is in the light."

Yu Zhankui was shocked and changed his face. "Yes, I only have a little three-legged cats and can't see their victory."

Louis said faintly: "Without ten strokes, Tang Yan will win."

Ten strokes?

Yu Zhankui’s heart is a glimpse, is Tang Zhen really so powerful? It is now difficult to understand the difficulty of fighting, can not see the clues.

How can Tang Hao win in ten strokes?

However, no one dared to question Louis, everyone was watching the downfall.

At the same time, Li Xiaotian and others also looked at the ring, and Li Xiaotian whispered to himself: "Tang Hao's strength really has a flying upgrade. He is really a freak. How could it be so powerful?"

Li Xiaotian said that according to the cultivation degree of Tang Yan, it will not take long for her to be compared with Tang Yin. She did not know that Tang Yan’s cultivation was no less than her.

The excited face of 颂巴 has become very dignified, and the look in her eyes dissipated a little bit and clenched her teeth.

From the very beginning, the attack of the squad was extremely rapid and reached its own limit, but Tang Hao was picked up one by one, and was not hurt.

Moreover, Tang Yan’s power is constantly flowing, and the more fierce he is, the more he feels struggling.

Tang Zhen did not have full strength from the beginning, but waited for the serial attack of the other side, just want to see the power of Muay Thai.

Muay Thai does have its own uniqueness. There is not much internal support, but the power is integrated into the muscles and bones. This is the result of tempering.

This has caused every seemingly simple attack on the squad, but it actually contains killing tricks. However, Tang Yan has the instinct of the truth, no one-shot and power are crushed.

Therefore, the more it felt harder and harder, the more it started, the cold sweat on the forehead, dripping down the dark cheeks.

Tang Zhen understood that he had squeezed out all the strengths of the other party, so he was ready to end the battle. He only saw him taking a deep breath, and he was really swaying, and his fists glowed with a ray of light.

This ray of light is not obvious, but the squatting bar that is close at hand is clear and clear, and it can't help but **** a cold breath.

Hey!

A fist hit, this fist seems to be no different from the previous fist, but in the eyes of Liba is completely different.

This fist is like a mountain peak that is directly pressed down, so that he has an impulse to beg for mercy.

However, after all, the 颂巴 is not an ordinary person, clenching his teeth, mobilizing his whole body strength, and his fists greet him.

A punch on the double fist!

Tang Yan looked calm, his feet were like roots, and the lines did not move, and the sound of slamming, his feet smashed the platform, and he fell in. His look quickly faded, and the brilliance of his eyes gradually dispersed.

puff!

A spurt of blood, he crashed into the ground.

at the same time!

A loud bang, a ridiculous collapse of the collapsed, dusty, screaming audience, but no one removed his eyes, because this scene is really wonderful, too unforgettable.

The dust dissipated, and there was a man standing among the ruins of the ring. His face was calm, as if nothing had ever been born, and he was in the dust, but it was so dirty that he was alive.