King of Gods

The tenth trick!

The genius at the summit, with horror, holding his breath, staring at the two figures in the dust.

Among them, Zhao Linlong and Zhao Qing are the most ugly faces.

"Ten tricks, how could he possibly..."

Zhao Linlong’s face is cloudy and uncertain.

Up to now, only he can support the tenth move in the hands of Xin, even if he lost in the tenth move.

And this time.

Zhao Feng, who has always been "sorry" by him in the same family, even supported the tenth move.

As the first genius of the Zhao people, how can he allow such a thing to happen?

Moreover, his heart is still faint worry, if Zhao Feng...

"How could this be!"

Zhao Qingfu is dead.

He has repeatedly disputed with Zhao Feng, but he has repeatedly lost.

Zhao Feng’s performance is not lost to his idol, Zhao Linlong.

Not without losing... but more than!

The dust dissipated, and the two people in the center of the summit stood close to each other and were close at hand.

Xin has no traces and Zhao Feng, the two arms are staggered, and the breathing is slightly short.

There is no trace of Xin, the body slightly left some scratches, and the brows are slightly wrinkled, it seems to have a bit of pain.

Zhao Feng stood in the same place, the clothes were slightly damaged, and the blood rushed to stabilize the figure.

As "Tiebi" entered the fifth floor, he was not injured.

In defense, he stood at a commanding height.

The speed has "Floating Lingdu".

The attack has "point star".

Throughout all aspects, he is the leader of the same generation.

Ten strokes are not defeated!

The genius of the war on the summit was awkward and there was a lot of discussion.

To this day, the myth of "Ten strokes", which has no trace of Xin, has finally been broken.

Among the new generation of younger generations, there is one person who has survived ten strokes without losing.

This scene, like a heavy hammer, smashed Zhao Linlong and Zhao Qing.

Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, Zhao Qin, a few people face each other, his face is awkward.

Who can expect that, in addition to Zhao Linlong, there is such a dark horse in the Zhao tribe.

Do not! He was a dark horse!

From the outer layers of the Family Wushu, to the Wushu Main Event, to the Genius Summit, Zhao Feng has been creating miracles and refreshing his own records.

"so amazing!"

Zhao Yufei’s pretty flashes are shining, and he is full of joy and enthusiasm.

"Hey! He just said that he has to insist on thirty strokes in the hands of Xin, and that is not right... is fifty strokes!"

Zhao Qing’s unwillingness to bite his teeth.

Although Zhao Feng’s performance is not lost to Zhao Linlong, he even wins slightly, but he is still not convinced!

"Xin no trace, your so-called ten strokes unbeaten, should be related to your 'cloud chess step', ten steps to set up the game, with the least power, to achieve maximum power."

Zhao Feng’s mouth is full of laughter.

"Yes! You can support the ten tricks, indicating that the strength is equal to me, or above me."

Xin has no trace of the eyes in the eyes.

The two are close at hand, they can launch a Thunder attack, and secretly accumulate power, thrilling.

"Oh! You are modest, unless you are repaired, only limited to the peak of Wudao."

Zhao Feng has a deep meaning.

This statement seems to be pointing.

Xin has no trace of change, and his expression is more dignified.

Yan Gangquan!

Zhao Feng took the opportunity to attack.

This time, it is not "Ranger Dragon", not "Star Point", but the lowest level of basic boxing - Yan Gangquan!

At such a close distance, the simpler and faster the attack, the more effective it is.

"Yangangquan" is undoubtedly the most skilled boxing method for Zhao Feng.

However, Xin is not a vegetarian. His sense of vision is more than the level of the military.

In the moment when Zhao Feng condensed the martial arts and punched, he reacted and his body fell and he was sealed.

Canopy!

The boxing of the fists, the Xin no trace was forced to retreat, the body was shocked, almost suffered some minor internal injuries.

Zhao Feng cultivated "Iron Tie", which has advantages in strength defense, and it is the first opportunity. This punch is slightly better than half.

Angry Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng Yu Sheng pursued, and the inner strength of the martial arts gradually pushed to the point of the five peaks.

After ten strokes.

Zhao Feng took the lead and step by step!

The geniuses on the field were only shocked.

No one had thought that Yuyang City would have such a rising rookie, and it would be able to compete with Xin.

Eleven strokes... twelve strokes... thirteen strokes...

Within the 20 strokes, Zhao Feng took the initiative and took a certain advantage.

In his left eye, you can see that there is no trace of blood in the room, a slight internal injury, and then do not give the other person a time to breathe.

Xin has no need to retreat, fight for breathing time, let the slightest internal injury ease.

Can be biased to Zhao Feng's left eye, to give everything insight, not to give him a chance.

A group of geniuses on the field, jaw-dropping, shocking.

The pavilion where the Zhao people are located.

Zhao Linlong has a gloomy face and hands clasped, not willing to be weak.

Zhao Feng’s performance is not overwhelming.

Why can the other party be able to compete with Xin for a long time without losing?

Under the shadow of the big tree.

“Hey, interesting and interesting. Xiaoxiaoyu Yangcheng, there are two amazing geniuses at the same time. The qualification potential of these two people is placed in the same generation of ‘Guangling County City’, at least in the top five.”

A dark silver figure.

"This matter must be reported to the Lord, so as not to be attacked by other forces."

Another person is cautious.

......

In the center of the summit, two figures, intertwined, difficult to break.

Twenty strokes... twenty-one strokes... twenty-two strokes...

After twenty strokes, the inferior disadvantage of Xin is gradually reversed.

The clouds at his feet are good at slowing down.

Back and forth, he tried to avoid hard hit with Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's power is too strong, "Point Star" is an instant, the attack power is proud of the same order, and even more than the attack of the six peaks of the martial arts.

In other words, even if the martial arts six-fold Zhao Linlong shot, and Zhao Feng is a hard-headed, only the loss.

Xin has no trace but also has to evade his front and win some breathing time.

Thirty strokes... thirty-five strokes...

After the three or forty strokes, Xin did not trace the disadvantages.

The confrontation between the two, you come to me, the more thrilling.

After the stability of the situation, there is no longer passive defense, and sometimes surprisingly counterattack, combined with "Cloud Chess", it is unpredictable.

Zhao Feng can react very fast, and at every critical moment, he can see the process of breaking through.

"How did he do it, is it like me, with a sense of sense that is comparable to that of a master of martial arts?"

Xin has no doubts.

Fifty strokes... sixty strokes...

No wins!

thump!

Zhao Qing face is as gray as he is, sitting on the ground weakly.

Before betting with Zhao Feng, if the other side can support ten strokes, even if he loses.

Zhao Feng said with a smile: Ten strokes are too few, at least thirty strokes, or even fifty strokes...

At this moment, the confrontation between the two reached more than 60 strokes, and it is still difficult to win.

Sixty strokes... seventy strokes...

The attack frequency of the two is getting higher and higher.

Finally, it’s eight or ninety strokes.

Xin has no deep breath, a lot of intermediate martial arts, and a coherent integration, the body of the world is in harmony with the natural situation, more and more intense.

This general mood is similar to the young girl in the **** canyon of the day, but it is much lighter.

In the face of this general trend, Zhao Feng has a humble sense of ant ants against the natural world.

That feeling made him breathless and slightly depressed.

After the ninety strokes, every hit with no trace is like a god.

Zhao Feng's left eye, slowly open, on the eyeball, floating a layer of hard-to-detect faint qingze, clear and crystal clear.

In an instant, he entered the super visual interface, and the flawless shots were slowed down ten times...

Hey!

The left eye is painted in black.

A virtual shadow that looks like a no trace, repeated shots, every shot process, details, and constantly play back.

The imaginary demonstration of the phantom contains a general mood, which is easier to understand than the young girl of the day.

Comprehend the "Xuanfengzhang" of the young girl, facing Zhao Xin's such gesture, Zhao Feng "will learn".

open!

Zhao Feng is not Xu and does not disease, "Lingdu discouraged", "Ling Weibu" and "Yan Gangquan" several martial arts, integration.

In his body, there is also a strange artistic situation, which is slightly similar to Xin.

啪嗙——

Zhao Feng has a slap in the face.

Teng Teng...

Xin has no trace of body shape, and his face is awkward: "What is going on, his palm..."

He has a strange illusion that Zhao Feng’s mood of the palm of his hand seems to be “plagiarizing” from himself.

If this is the case, it is too horrible...

Xin has no trace of incomprehensible cold, taking a deep breath and condensing the inner strength of the martial arts to the extreme.

His senses of the senses, comparable to the masters of martial arts, the degree of martial arts inside the martial arts, far beyond the military of the gas section.

That is to say, the martial arts of the martial arts seven or less, the degree of internal strength and condensing, are not comparable to Xin.

This is also one of the reasons why Xin Wuwei can overcome Zhao Linlong with five repairs.

But he did not know, Zhao Feng's left eye, his body blood, internal strength changes, holographic control.

It turned out to be...

Zhao Feng had a bit of insight into the mood of the mood, and soon learned the instinct of internal strength.

Point star!

Zhao Feng pointed out that the head was broken, sharp and screaming like thunder, and the blue light marks disappeared. It was more condensed and stronger than before.

"Point Star refers to this fingering" is also a concentrated condensing of internal strength.

After comprehending the insignificant artistic conception and internal strength condensing skills, Zhao Feng’s three-level realm of "point star" once again advances and advances a few points.

"Great! "Star Point" is close to the top of the three layers."

Zhao Feng’s heart was a surprise.

He really wants to thank Xin for nothing.

One, from the other side to understand the mysterious and mysterious artistic situation.

Both, learn the temperament of the martial arts masters, the condensing skills of internal strength.

Ninety-one strokes... ninety-two tricks...

Zhao Feng is more and more brave.

Although there is no trace of Xin, it is less than half cheap.

What makes him chilling is that the potential of Zhao Feng is exploited at a speed that can be felt.

The artistic situation of the other side is almost from nothing, and the enthusiasm of the martial arts is also in line with oneself.

What a metamorphosis this is!

Xin has no doubt that he has encountered a nemesis.

He is good at creating insights, and the other's learning comprehension is almost the same degree.

Ninety-five strokes... ninety-six strokes...

The two men confronted each other and gradually approached a hundred strokes.

Everyone on the field, holding their breath, excitedly looking forward to waiting for the final ending.

According to the rules of the game, if you reach 100 strokes, it will stop, let the organizers and the genius VIPs discuss the outcome.

However, by the time of the ninety-ninth trick.

Teng!

Xin has no trace in one step, and the volley plunges for more than ten meters. It floats to the ground and sinks into the air: "Come here!"