Standing up, Jiang Yuanliu walked towards the martial arts stage fifty meters away, taking ten meters at a time. After seven steps, he was standing in the center left of the five-meter-high martial arts stage.
At this time, Feng Shengfeng was still walking slowly thirty meters away from the martial arts stage.
Each step he took was only three meters away, but he walked heavily. With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble, and his momentum increased.
By the time he stepped onto the stage from the steps next to the martial arts stage, his aura had climbed to its peak, and his sharp energy was even stronger, and the air within three feet around him was making a hissing sound. sound.
The high-ranking grandmaster sitting next to Longteng Saint Master shook his head and let out a sigh.
"Although Sheng Feng's momentum is strong, his control of Yuanli is not in place. This attempt to use his momentum to overwhelm Jiang Yuanliu exposed his weaknesses, and he fell behind."
Saint Master Longteng’s opinion was slightly different: "Shengfeng practices the metal-based skills. He has a strong desire to win. He emphasizes advancement without retreat. No wonder he is there."
"It's just that the control of Yuanli is indeed his weakness, and that's it when he encounters ordinary opponents. If he is evenly matched or is stronger than him, it will often be the reason for his defeat."
On the martial arts stage, Feng Shengfeng stood twenty meters in front of Jiang Yuanliu, holding a short metal gun and pointing at Jiang Yuanliu with an imposing manner: "Is Commander Jiang ready?"
Jiang Yuanliu swung his fists in a defensive posture: "Please give me some advice from Grandmaster Feng."
Feng Shengfeng was slightly surprised. His momentum at this time was so strong that even those at the same level The masters will also be affected. Jiang Yuanliu, a mere fifth-level high-grade Yuanli master, should be suppressed until he cannot move.
I never thought that the other party showed no signs of being affected at all, and even when the other party made a fist fight, I felt like my momentum was about to be released.
Feng Shengfeng did not know that Jiang Yuanliu had practiced the "Lin" technique in the Buddhist Mantra of Nine Sons.
This is a true technique to strengthen the mind of the soul. When he was at the front army headquarters, he was able to cope with the overwhelming momentum of the eighth-level mid-level grandmaster Pu Linghao without losing his will at all.
Now after more than ten days of seclusion and practice, not only has his cultivation level improved greatly, his willpower has become stronger, and he is even comparable to a top-grade master. Although Feng Shengfeng's momentum was strong, how could he influence him!
Feng Shengfeng's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly stepped on the stage with his left foot. His body rose into the air, and the short spear in his hand was in a straight line with his body, and he stabbed towards Jiang Yuanliu.
When he stepped down with his left foot, there was a banging sound on the stage. A small pit was created on the extremely hard alloy steel plate table, and circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread from the small pit to the surrounding areas. , like a stone being thrown into the calm water, it was a strange image formed by the air being squeezed by his elemental power.
When his short spear thrust out, there was a "pop" sound in the air, which was the sonic boom caused by the tip of the gun breaking through the speed of sound and piercing the air. Then there was a series of crackling sounds caused by the gun body, like a firecracker being lit.
This spear was powerful and sharp, carrying an indomitable determination, as if there was a steel wall in front of it that was about to be pierced by this spear.
The gun speed was extremely fast, and it reached three meters in front of Jiang Yuanliu in less than tenth of a second. The strong wind pressure brought by the gun body caused Jiang Yuanliu's military uniform to deform, with the front sticking close to his body and the back stretching straight back.
Jiang Yuanliu was not afraid, he stepped up, punched forward and back with his fists, and attacked wildly with the short spear.
"Ah!"
Li Ye, who was sitting in the front row, exclaimed and then covered his mouth with his hand. Even Qiqi next to him clenched his little hands and turned pale.
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In their opinion, Jiang Yuanliu's attack was obviously unwise.
As a middle-level master, Feng Shengfeng has a maximum strength of 2.5 million kilograms. Even if Jiang Yuanliu can fight beyond the next level, his strength is only 750,000 kilograms at most. How can he fight against him head-on?
What's more, the alloy steel gun used by the opponent, and the fists used by Jiang Yuanliu, no matter how hard the fist is, are not as hard as the alloy steel gun. When fighting a gun with fists, isn't it using one's own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points?
When Jiang Yuanliu's fist connected with the short spear, Qiqi suddenly let go of his little hand, took a long breath, and comforted Li Ye: "Don't worry, Jiang Yuanliu is fine."
Li Ye was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
Qiqi said expressionlessly: "Because he is not stupid."
Li Ye was choked suddenly, but still Before she could say anything, a series of sounds on the stage attracted her attention.
On the martial arts stage, at the moment when the tip of the spear was about to come into contact with his body, Jiang Yuanliu suddenly twisted his body, and then struck the seven inches behind the tip of the spear with his fists. With one punch, the gun body collapsed by three points.
Then a series of "ding, ding, ding" sounds spread, like the connection of metals. When the sound stopped, the two people on the stage had staggered around and stood twenty meters apart.
One is holding a short gun in a forward stabbing position, and the skin on the back of his palm is undulating, as if there is a flesh worm crawling and arching inside; the other is holding a defensive posture with both fists, and there are drops of blood. Dripping from the fist.
The first time they met, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched.
Although Feng Shengfeng's gun speed exceeded the speed of sound, Jiang Yuanliu's movement speed also exceeded the speed of sound after he understood the secret of light, so it was impossible for that gun to hit him.
After Jiang Yuanliu avoided the tip of the spear, in just one second, his fists fused with the secret of light struck dozens of punches, each punch hitting. Seven inches behind the gun point where the force is least applied.
Although the power of Feng Sheng's submachine gun reached more than 2 million kilograms, it was the power of the front of the gun, and the power of the side of the gun was not too strong. Under the bombardment of Jiang Yuanliu's accumulated punch power, the gun The body was naturally blasted away.
Not only that, Jiang Yuanliu also imbued his fist power with the mysterious meaning of weak water.
This fist intention not only swallowed up part of the power of the gun body, but also ran along the gun body into Feng Shengfeng’s palm, swallowing up the flesh and blood energy on his palm, so skin appeared on the back of his hand. The phenomenon of ups and downs.
Of course, Feng Shengfeng's shot was not without effect. The sharp energy leaked from the gun body cut the back of Jiang Yuanliu's hand until it was bloody and bloody, and blood kept dripping down.
Feng Shengfeng cultivates metal elemental power, and the greatest characteristic of this elemental power is its sharpness.
Even if Jiang Yuanliu did not meet his spear head-on, even if Jiang Yuanliu's body was much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators due to practicing the powerful eternal art, his fists were still covered with a layer of Yuanli Gangqi. , but the skin of the fist still cannot completely resist the Yuanli edge escaping from Feng Shengfeng's gun barrel.
Feng Shengfeng stretched out the index and middle fingers of his left hand, brought them together and placed them on the back of his right hand. When he moved them forward, he heard a "swish" sound, and a stream of water elemental energy carrying the mysterious meaning of weak water. Shoot it on the ground and make a small hole in the alloy table.
Jiang Yuanliu smiled slightly, activated his Yuan Power, and contracted the capillaries on the back of his hand. At the same time, he activated his spiritual thoughts, and the water attribute power of thought quietly covered the back of his hands.
Immediately, there was no more blood seeping out from the back of his hand, and the originally bloody back of his hand quickly recovered.