Chapter 53 Duel Xin Wuhen

The tenth move!

The geniuses at the summit held their breaths in shock, staring at the two figures in the dust.

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

"Ten tricks, how could he..."

Zhao Linlong's expression was uncertain.

From the summit so far, only he can support the tenth move in Xin Wuhen's hands, even if he loses the tenth move.

And this time.

Zhao Feng, who has always been "looked down" by him, even supported the tenth move.

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

Moreover, he was still vaguely worried, if Zhao Feng...

"how so!"

Zhao Qing's face was ashen.

He argued and bet with Zhao Feng several times, but failed repeatedly.

Zhao Feng's performance was not inferior to that of his idol, Zhao Linlong.

Not to lose... but to surpass!

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

Xin Wuhen and Zhao Feng, their arms crossed, their breathing was a little short.

Among them, Xin Wuhen left some scratches on his body, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if there was a hint of pain.

Zhao Feng stood on the spot, his clothes were slightly damaged, his blood was tumbling, and he stabilized his figure.

Since "Iron Wall Art" stepped into the fifth floor, he was not injured.

On defense, he stood on a commanding heights.

The speed has "Piaolingdu".

The attack has "Pointing Finger".

In every respect, he is the best of his generation.

Ten strokes are not defeated!

There was an uproar among the geniuses watching at the summit, and there was a lot of discussion.

Today, Xin Wuhen's myth of "ten tricks can't be beat" has finally been broken.

Among the children of the new generation, there was one person who survived ten moves without defeat.

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

Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, and Zhao Qin looked at each other, their faces horrified.

Who would have guessed that in addition to Zhao Linlong, there is such a dark horse in the Zhao family.

Do not! He was already a dark horse!

From the outer layers of the family martial arts club, to the martial arts club general competition, to the genius summit, Zhao Feng has been creating miracles and setting his own records.

"so amazing!"

Zhao Yufei's pretty eyes flashed with brilliance, and she was full of joy and excitement.

"Humph! He just said that in Xin Wuhen's hands, he insists on thirty moves, no... it's fifty moves!"

Zhao Qing gritted his teeth unwillingly.

Even though Zhao Feng's performance was not inferior to Zhao Linlong's, and even slightly better than him, he was still not convinced!

"Xin Wuhen, your so-called undefeated ten moves should be related to your 'cloud chess moves'. You set up a game with ten moves and use the least strength to achieve the greatest effect."

Zhao Feng smiled.

"That's right! You can support ten moves, which means that your strength is on par with me, or above me."

Xin Wuhen's eyes flickered.

The two are close at hand, and they can launch a thunderous attack and secretly accumulate power, which is extremely thrilling.

"Haha! Your Excellency is humble, unless your cultivation is limited to the fifth peak of martial arts."

Zhao Feng said with a hint of deep meaning.

This seems to mean something.

Xin Wuhen's complexion suddenly changed,

His expression became more solemn.

Fire fist!

Zhao Feng took advantage of the situation to attack.

This time, it is not "Angry Dragon Fist", let alone "Pointing Star Fingers", but the lowest-level basic boxing technique - Yan Gangquan!

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

And "Flame Gang Fist" is undoubtedly Zhao Feng's most proficient boxing technique.

But Xin Wuhen was not a vegetarian either. His artistic conception and senses surpassed the level of a martial artist and was comparable to a martial arts master.

The moment Zhao Feng condensed his martial arts inner strength and punched, he reacted, his body fluttered, and he sealed it with a palm.

Canopy!

The fists clashed, Xin Wuhen was forced to retreat, his body was shaken with blood, and he almost suffered some minor internal injuries.

Zhao Feng practiced the "Iron Wall Art", he has an advantage in strength and defense, and he has the upper hand. This punch is naturally slightly better.

Furious Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng chased after the victory, and his martial arts inner strength gradually pushed to the peak of the fifth level.

After ten strokes.

Zhao Feng took the lead and pressed hard step by step!

All the geniuses on the field can only be thrilled.

No one would have thought that such a rising rookie would appear in Yuyang City, who could compete with Xin Wuhen.

Eleven moves... Twelve moves... Thirteen moves...

Within twenty moves, Zhao Feng took the initiative and had a certain advantage.

In his left eye, he could see Xin Wuhen's qi and blood churning, slightly suffering from internal injuries, and he would not give the other party time to breathe.

Xin Wuhen must retreat, fight for breathing time, and let the internal injury ease.

However, Zhao Feng's left eye had insight into everything and did not give him a chance.

All the geniuses on the field were dumbfounded and shocked.

The pavilion where the Zhao clan is located.

Zhao Linlong's face was extremely gloomy, his hands clenched tightly, unwilling and powerless.

The strength of Zhao Feng's cultivation was not surpassing him by much.

Why can the opponent compete with Xin Wuhen without losing?

In the shadow of a big tree.

"Tsk tsk, it's interesting. There are two amazing geniuses in the little Yuyang City at the same time. The talent potential of these two people can be placed in the top five in the same generation of 'Guangling County City'."

A dark silver figure said.

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

Another said cautiously.

...

In the center of the summit, two figures were intertwined, fighting indistinguishably.

Twenty strokes... Twenty one strokes... Twenty two strokes...

After twenty moves, Xin Wuhen's disadvantage gradually reversed.

The cloud moves under his feet are good at using the slow to control the fast.

During the back and forth, he tried his best to avoid confrontation with Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's strength is too strong, "Pointing Star Finger" occasionally appears, and its attack power is disdainful of the same level, even comparable to the attack of the sixth peak of martial arts.

In other words, even if Zhao Linlong of the sixth level of Martial Dao shot and fought against Zhao Feng head-on, he would only suffer a loss.

Xin Wuhen had no choice but to avoid his front for a while to gain some breathing time.

Thirty strokes... Thirty five strokes...

Finally, after thirty or forty moves, Xin Wuhen barely reversed the disadvantage.

The confrontation between the two, you come and go, becomes more and more thrilling.

After Xin Wuhen stabilized the situation, he no longer passively defended, and sometimes counterattacked unexpectedly. Combined with "Cloud Chess Moves", it was strange and unpredictable.

However, Zhao Feng's reaction was extremely fast, and he often saw through Xin Wuhen's shot at a critical moment.

"How did he do it? Does he have the same sensory awareness as a martial arts master like me?"

Xin Wuhen was surprised.

Fifty strokes...sixty strokes...

No winner!

thump!

Zhao Qing's face was ashen as he sat on the ground helplessly.

I made a bet with Zhao Feng before that if the opponent can support ten moves, he will lose.

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

At this moment, the confrontation between the two has reached more than 60 moves, and it is still difficult to tell the winner.

Sixty strokes... seventy strokes...

The frequency of their attacks is getting higher and higher.

Finally, to the eighty or ninety strokes.

Xin Wuhen took a deep breath, many intermediate martial arts, integrated into one, the general mood of the body that coincided with the right time and place, more and more intense.

This general mood is somewhat similar to the young girl in the blood python canyon that day, but it is much lighter.

In the face of this general mood, Zhao Feng has a humble feeling of ants fighting against the natural world.

That feeling made him breathless and a little depressed.

After ninety moves, Xin Wuhen's every blow was like a stroke from God.

Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened, and a layer of faint azure that was difficult to detect floated over the eyeball, translucent and translucent.

In an instant, he entered the super visual interface, and Xin Wuhen's action was slowed down by a dozen times...

Swish!

The left eye is pitch black.

A phantom in the shape of Xin Wuhen, repeatedly shot, every shot process, details, non-stop playback.

The phantom's move demonstration contained a general artistic conception, which was simpler and easier to understand than the young girl of the day.

Having comprehended the "Xuanfeng Palm" of the young girl's move, facing Xin Wuhen's artistic conception of this move, Zhao Feng "will know it as soon as he learns it."

open!

Zhao Feng is not slow and slow, and several martial arts such as "Ling Du Qi Jue", "Ling Wei Bu" and "Yang Gang Quan" are integrated into one.

There was also a strange mood on his body, slightly similar to Xin Wuhen.

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Zhao Feng slashed back Xin Wuhen with one palm.

Teng Teng Teng...

Xin Wuhen's figure retreated, his face horrified: "What's going on, his palm..."

He had a strange delusion that the general artistic conception of Zhao Feng's palm seemed to be "plagiarized" from himself.

If that's the case, it's terrifying...

Xin Wuhen felt inexplicably cold in his heart, took a deep breath, and condensed his martial arts inner strength to the extreme.

His sensory artistic conception is comparable to that of a martial arts master, and the degree of condensed inner strength of martial arts far exceeds that of a martial artist in the qi accumulation stage.

In other words, the martial artist below the seventh level of martial arts, the degree of inner strength condensed, is not as good as Xin Wuhen.

This is also one of the reasons why Xin Wuhen was able to defeat Zhao Linlong with his five-layered cultivation.

But he didn't know that Zhao Feng's left eye changed his whole body's blood, internal energy, and holographically controlled it.

It was so...

Zhao Feng had some comprehension of the general situation of the mood, and soon learned Xin Wuhen's inner strength condensing skills.

Point the star!

Zhao Feng's fingers pierced the air, screaming sharply like thunder, and the cyan light traces flashed away, more condensed and powerful than before.

The fingering technique of "Pointing the Stars" is also good at concentrating and condensing internal energy.

After comprehending Xin Wuhen's artistic conception and inner strength condensing skills, Zhao Feng's "Pointing Star Fingers" of the three-level realm moved up again, advancing a few points.

"Great! "Pointing Fingers" is close to the peak of the third floor."

Zhao Feng was pleasantly surprised.

He really wanted to thank Xin Wuhen.

One, from the other party's comprehension of the mysterious and mysterious artistic conception.

Both, learn the refining skills of internal energy at the height of the artistic conception of a martial arts master.

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

Zhao Feng became more and more brave.

Although Xin Wuhen didn't lose out, he didn't take the slightest advantage.

What made him even more chilling was that Zhao Feng's potential was being developed at a palpable speed.

The general mood of the opponent's body was almost created from nothing, and the condensed internal strength of martial arts was also "in the same line" with himself.

What a pervert this is!

Xin Wuhen had to admit that he had met his nemesis.

He himself is good at creating comprehension, and the other party's learning and comprehension almost reaches the level of defying the sky.

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

The two confronted, gradually approaching a hundred strokes.

Everyone on the field held their breath, looking forward with excitement in their eyes, waiting for the final outcome.

According to the rules of the competition, when one hundred strokes are reached, it will be stopped, and the organizer and the talented VIPs will discuss the outcome.

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

Teng!

Xin Wuhen reversed in one step, jumped a dozen meters in the air, landed in the air, and said solemnly: "This is the end!"