"Fusu Great Wall, Liu Xilong!"

Liu Xilong clasped his fists from afar and smiled.

Lin Zhao clasped his fists and returned the greeting: "Snowy Land Tianchi, Lin Zhao!"

...

The next moment, Liu Xilong rushed out and punched.

With a "buzzing" sound, a golden general shone brightly on his chest, which immediately increased the fist intent of his whole body by a huge increase. He suddenly rushed straight to Lin Zhao. Faced with this straightforward boxing technique, Lin Zhao suddenly pulled out the qi bullfighting style boxing posture, and the force started from the ground, and his whole body seemed to be rooted in the ground, and he handed out a punch!

"Peng!"

With a loud bang, the white true energy luster shattered at the contact point of the two fists. The next moment, the pros and cons were judged. Liu Xilong shook his body on the spot, while Lin Zhao's body slipped dozens of meters away. He knelt on one knee and spit out a mouthful of blood. With just one punch, Liu Xilong had already gained the absolute advantage.

The streets were silent and everyone was shocked.

No one expected that the person who defeated Ye Lin could not even withstand Liu Xilong's punch! Moreover, he was directly hit by a punch and vomited blood!

"That won't work?"

Liu Xilong did not pursue him, but just stood there waiting for the other party to get back, and said with a smile: "If you really can't do it, just admit defeat. If you lose under my Liu Xilong's fist, it's not embarrassing."

"No!"

Lin Zhao supported the ground with one hand, shaking up, pulled the boxing stance again, and fisting all over his body began to flow. He raised his hand to wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth and said, "Unless I can't get up, I will never admit defeat!"

"Not bad!"

Liu Xilong smiled heartily and said, "Then you can't fall to the ground!"

As he said that, Liu Xilong handed out the second punch, and the fist was raging, making everyone watching the game squint. The next moment, the two punched each other again. This time, Liu Xilong still shook on the spot. Lin Zhao slipped out and took more than ten steps. His body was trembling, and the blood on the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.

"snort……"

Liu Xilong smiled slightly: "Yesterday, you were so energetic on the top of the city. You said you would hammer all the young masters of our Fusu Great Wall to the ground. Today, the opportunity is right in front of you. After passing this level, only Qin Yu is left."

"As you wish!"

Lin Zhao roared and punched again.

For a moment, there were only two young martial artists left on the open space on the street, and among them, Lin Zhao had more fists, including the corners of his mouth, forehead, eye sockets, etc., while Liu Xilong only hit a few punches, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit, completely crushing Lin Zhao in the situation, and even a scene of pressing Lin Zhao to the ground and hammering him randomly.

...

"well……"

An old Jianxiu holding a bowl of gold medal private beef noodles shook his head and said, "The gap in strength is too big, how can you hit this? The boy from Liu Xilong's fist can basically not be caught head-on. He broke his fist in one punch, and there was nothing to hit."

"really."

A middle-aged martial artist sitting on the railing on the second floor frowned and said, "Liu Xilong not only has extremely high boxing skills, but also has excellent polishing of his body. He can be regarded as the strongest seventh level in the world. Not only that, Liu Xilong was born with a general. He woke up a bravery at the age of seven. By the age of fifteen, he had been polished into a bravery of generals. His whole body was full of strength, and the power of his punch was much stronger than Lin Zhao. There was no suspense at all. Liu Xilong would definitely win."

"That boy from the snowy sky pool..."

Jian Xiu, a woman who was drinking on the second floor, smiled and said, "It's a pity that she still has strength. It's definitely not an accident that she can beat Ye Lin, but he actually chose to fight Liu Xilong again in a row. Isn't this seeking death?"

"Born to plant..."

A nine-level monk who gently stroked the Taoist companion's thigh smiled slightly: "It's indeed extraordinary."

...

In the field, Lin Zhao hit the fist again and again, and the protective fist was smashed once, but he seemed very unwilling to admit defeat. He condensed the fist again and again, waiting for Liu Xilong's fist, while Liu Xilong punched without any scruples. He also became really angry. He originally thought that within ten punches could solve the shaking Lin Zhao, who knew that fifty punches passed, and the other party was still shaking, just not falling down.

For a moment, this natural general even had a hint of killing.

With a "buzzing" punch, Liu Xilong slammed Lin Zhao's back heavily. Then his arms crossed, and he actually grabbed one of Lin Zhao's arms and shouted loudly. The general buzzed his courage and used all his energy. He wanted to break Lin Zhao's right arm with his heart. I guess Lin Zhao would have no need to fight again after he had to sack one arm.

"Um?"

Looking at the other party's actions, Lin Zhao felt cold. He didn't expect that Liu Xilong would be so cruel in this natural general. He really treated the competition in the city as a battlefield?

So, as soon as Liu Xilong exerted his force, Lin Zhao gently shook his body like a loach, and then his right arm "slid" out of Liu Xilong's clamp. Moreover, Lin Zhao also moved a little bit of real fire, turned around and swept Liu Xilong over, and then punched Liu Xilong's abdomen. With a loud bang, Liu Xilong flew out.

"What's going on?!"

Everyone watching the game was shocked.

The eight-level martial artist holding the noodles bowl frowned: "A moment just now, Lin Zhao's breath seemed to burst out suddenly, but now... it seems to have returned to that shape."

"Liu Xilong was actually thrown out?"

A female warrior wiped her eyes: "Is Lin Zhao's natural pussy blown away by Lin Zhao?"

...

"OK!"

In the field, Liu Xilong was knocked away by a punch, but was not injured. On the contrary, he narrowed his eyes and his heart was like a mirror. This kid was hiding his weakness all the time. In fact, his strength was far more than the level of defeating Ye Lin. Just by the punch just now, Liu Xilong could even assert that Lin Zhao's strength was not inferior to him!

A general's courage will be strong when it comes to strength. Lin Zhao's sudden display of strength made Liu Xilong even more excited. This battle is not only for the younger generation of Fusu Great Wall, but also for Liu Xilong himself!

"Come!"

Liu Xilong pulled the boxing posture and laughed: "Is it really a real fight?"

"Can."

Lin Zhao nodded with a smile.

But the next second, Lin Zhao flew out again.

"well……"

A female warrior lowered her head and held her forehead, but she was still the same as before, and she fell down with one punch?

Liu Xilong was also anxious, thinking that this guy was simply too difficult to deal with. He deliberately hid his weakness. What was he trying to do? Since he was such a young and outstanding seven-level martial artist, why didn’t he fight with him in the true sense?

"I'm not polite if you do this!"

Liu Xilong roared angrily and fisted his best!

Lin Zhao flew around the street again, and was hit by a punch, which made the floor tiles shatter into a spider web shape. But this time it was different. He began to fight back. He would definitely fight back after taking Liu Xilong's two punches. Although this punch looked light and did not hurt the other party, Liu Xilong actually still got the punch.

In a blink of an eye, Liu Xilong had already produced as many as five hundred punches. Lin Zhao was blown away, but he just didn't fall down.

"court death!"

Liu Xilong roared and punched with all his strength.

On the street, Lin Zhao was in a difficult position, was beaten more and had fewer tricks, and was already in a very embarrassing situation.

...

"Um?"

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes. He was not a martial artist, but the seventh-level sword cultivator could already see the martial artist's foot against the fist. At this time, even he felt that Lin Zhao had a problem with him. In fact, his strength was far more than just what he showed in front of him. Suddenly, the natural sword seed frowned and gently reached out to hold the hilt of his sword.

Maybe he really needs to take action.

"Xiao Yu."

Aside, a beautiful woman in white clothes appeared, and Lin Wanhua.

"sister!"

Qin Yu said in surprise: "When did you come back?"

"last night."

Lin Wanhua pursed her warm and red lips and said, "It just happened to be a look at your competition with Lin Zhao this morning."

"My competition with Lin Zhao?"

Qin Yu was slightly stunned: "Sister Wanhua is so sure Liu Xilong will lose?"

"I am restless and impatient, my fists are heavy but I don't have the right head."

Lin Wanhua frowned and said, "Who will lose if he is not Liu Xilong? Even when he loses, Lin Zhao has the final say."

She looked at her cousin and said, "Xiao Yu, when you face Lin Zhao later, you must do your best, otherwise you will lose."

"Is it so serious?"

"Um!"

...

At this time, Lin Zhao in the field was covered in blood and was almost out of reach.

"Give me a loss!"

Liu Xilong punched Lin Zhao and lay on the street in a large shape. Then he fell from the sky, covered with fist power all over his body, and wanted to blow Lin Zhao's head with one punch.

But just as his fist was approaching, Lin Zhao rolled away in a mess. Suddenly, Liu Xilong's fist hit the street, causing broken bricks to splash everywhere. In the midst of chaos, Lin Zhao punched in a panic, and his fist mixed with broken bricks and landed on Liu Xilong's chin. With a light "puff", he was born to fall back and fall out. When he landed on the ground, he fainted.

"this???"

On the street, all the spectators were confused.

A female martial artist frowned: "Liu Xilong, was he knocked out by the fist force he bounced back?"

"Ouch……"
To be continued...