After Mu Zixiu took more than ten steps, some of the disciples frowned slightly and their attention fell on his steps. The momentum was obviously very sharp, but it became vague before he knew it.

Qin Ming was ready for battle, and his restrained aura was also rising. He also noticed the strangeness of Mu Zixiu's footsteps.

Is this a martial art?

Cai Yi lit the incense table and waved her hand to signal: "Start."

Mu Zixiu sneered, and suddenly leaned forward while walking, as if he had staggered half a step and was about to fall, but suddenly it suddenly rose, like an iron arrow full of bows and strings, pounced on Qin Ming, and his momentum soared to the extreme, and three figures were swaying out in a row.

The audience was in an uproar. Not only did Qin Ming feel a little dazed, but thousands of disciples had a strange feeling of dislocation of vision.

Mu Zixiu appeared quickly beside Qin Ming, with an incredible trajectory and slapped out with his palms: "Thunder lightning!"

Thunder and lightning gathered in the palm of your palm, and before you could really touch Qin Ming, they all exploded. Thunder and lightning ran around, the strong light was dazzling and the roar was roaring.

One blow would weaken Qin Ming's vision and hearing.

Qin Ming was shocked but not chaotic, leaned back vigorously, flipped a lot, avoiding more than ten meters.

Mu Zixiu was full of energy to lock in Qin Ming, as fast as a strong wind, followed closely, following with his hands, and attacked repeatedly with his palms. The "thunder lightning ten thousand feet" continued to erupt in his palms, and the roar and strong light resounded throughout the martial arts field. Many disciples hurriedly blocked their ears and closed their eyes, looking painful.

The opening was hot and ignited the whole audience.

"Thunder needle, a thousand heavy edges!" Mu Zixiu let out a clear roar, and suddenly rose from the ground, shooting from the sky, and the lightning and lightning all over his body ran away, all leaving the body, like dense fine needles, sharp and sharp, and the strong light was dazzling, all hitting Qin Ming.

Qin Ming churned in place, his feet, elbows, and waist exerted force at the same time, like a suppressed spring was released in an instant. He bounced up violently in the audience's exclamation, soaring into the air five meters high, and flipping exaggeratedly in mid-air, retreating significantly, and avoiding all the lightning rods at once.

Hundreds of electric lights fell into nothing, and the gravel splashed on the martial arts stage and dust flew.

Qin Ming landed steadily, but before he could get up, Mu Zixiu actually broke through the dust and killed him. His speed and footsteps were almost incredible, just like a walking poisonous snake, which made many disciples feel anxious.

"When can you hide? Thunder punch!"

Mu Zixiu passed by Qin Ming, clenched his right fist and swung his trembling forcefully, with a majestic momentum. His whole body gathered toward his right fist, and in a blink of an eye it formed a "boxing glove", wrapping his heavy punch, the lightning was running around, and the strong light was dazzling, making it difficult to see clearly, and the enemy's sight was filled with strong light at the first time, making it difficult to resist.

Qin Ming frowned, almost without thinking, closed his eyes and tightened his whole body, and his muscles were bulging. He was ready to resist the Thunder Fist with his whole body, instead of hastily facing the Thunder Fist that was approaching in front of him.

Mu Zixiu's heavy punch changed direction at the last moment, and moved from the side of the direct attack face to the abdominal cavity.

This is a tactic. He immediately slapped the face with a punch, and a strong light burst out to affect the enemy's sight, making it difficult for the enemy to see the trajectory clearly. He could only judge based on his consciousness, and would hastily set up his fists to protect the face, and naturally ignore other directions. If he changes the fist path at this time, it will undoubtedly give the enemy a fatal blow.

What Mu Zixiu wants is this effect, which is the experience accumulated in constant combat.

Bang! Thorn!

Thunder punched Qin Ming's abdomen, and the tragic thunder and lightning tore the clothes there without any suspense and tore the flesh and blood open. Qin Mingli flew backwards, churn out in a mess, and blood in his chest was churning, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out before he could land.

However, due to the tightness of the whole body and the heavy blow was prepared, the injury was not serious.

Moreover, his physical condition is too strong, and he has made his physical strength perfect.

"It's not bad, it's very resistant to beating." Mu Zixiu was a little surprised. The effect of this punch was much worse than expected. He snorted and attacked again, without the intention of giving Qin Ming a sigh of relief. He wanted to win with absolute advantage and comprehensive suppression, leaving Qin Ming no power to fight back.

"It's cruel! He really wants to destroy Qin Ming?"

"It's too obvious to kill directly."

"Qin Ming is rough and thick-skinned, so he can resist beating, haha."

"It's quite exciting. Qin Ming surprised me."

Some people exclaimed, some lamented, and they were all frightened.

"Senior sister, I'm nervous." Cai Yi was sweating for Qin Ming.

Yue Qing was very calm. Now it was just beginning, so Qin Ming would not have fallen so quickly.

"That's the Star-breaking Step!" Someone in the audience discovered the problem of Mu Zixiu's speed.

"Star-breaking Step? No wonder." Ding Dian and others frowned. This was the special training that the Great Elder gave to Mu Zixiu. He actually taught the top-level martial arts of the Spirit-level Star-breaking Step. This set of martial arts is not actually in the Wuzong Pavilion. In the Great Elder's own private study, it is generally only taught to disciples he recognized and trusted, because the Star-breaking Step is very profound and complex, and it is not suitable to practice alone. Once problems arise in the middle, your legs may be ruined. The elder must be strictly trained to succeed.

"Mu Zixiu won the victory. The elegant star-shattering step, coupled with the domineering true thunder judgment, Mu Zixiu is invincible. It is impossible for Qin Ming to fight with the Vajra alone. He has no room for fighting back." A middle-aged disciple was present and made a judgment.

Tieshanhe's face was slightly dark, and he was very disgusted with this approach. After all, Qin Ming had just come into contact with martial arts and was in the fifth level of heaven. Do you actually want to use martial arts to suppress him? This game is simply unfair.

At this moment, Mu Zixiu hit hard again, spitting Qin Ming into blood, and tumbling to the edge of the martial arts field. He struggled a few times and almost couldn't stand up.

There is no suspense in the one-sided battle.

This made many disciples with expectations disappointed and shook their heads. Qin Ming was a servant after all, and he could cause some storms in the lower circles and was vulnerable to his personal disciples.

"It seems that you are only worthy of letting me use the 'Thunder Heavy Fist'." Mu Zixiu was erratic, shifting his position from left to right, rushing towards Qin Ming quickly. The lightning and lightning in his body continued to shine brightly, which was very dazzling, interfering with Qin Ming's vision and leaving behind a continuous afterimage of reality and illusion.

"Young Master Qin, stand up." Cai Yi shouted anxiously.

"Mu Zixiu, punch him and step down. Don't let this low-court servant pollute our noble martial arts stage." Someone else screamed.

"Go to your uncle, put your mouth cleaner." Someone next to him angrily scolded him on the spot.

Qin Ming spat and bloody, a carp bounced up, and suddenly a dense light of electricity surged all over his body. He looked towards Mu Zixiu and made a series of hard and coherent body gestures, which triggered a surge in the number of lightning and lightning throughout his body, almost doubled.

"Huh? What is this?"

"Martial Arts??"

In just three seconds, the first six sections of the Purple Lightning Razer were completed, smooth and fast, clean and neat.

The number of electric arcs in Qin Ming's body surged to the extreme, and he was vaguely comparable to Mu Zixiu, who was vaguely comparable to the seventh level of heaven. He still said nothing, serious and handsome, and suddenly rose up in an instant, like a tiger descending the mountain and pounced on Mu Zixiu.

"hiss!"

Thunder and lightning boiled, gathering into a thick thundersnake, wrapping Qin Ming's whole body, his tongue was high, his roaring, sharp and harsh, like a real beast.

"Razer?"

"What the hell is this?"

"Martial Arts? I have never seen such a martial arts."

The audience was in an uproar and exclaimed everywhere. Many top-level disciples were not calm. Isn’t Qin Ming practicing Vajra? Where did the thunder and lightning martial arts come from, or the martial arts that I had never seen before. Looking at the hideous and fierce thunderstorm, feeling the dazzling and intense tumbling, the disciples in the audience were full of shock.

"What?" Mu Zixiu was slightly surprised, and the star-shattering step and offensive stagnated slightly.

"Razzle roar!" Qin Ming's eyes were like torches, locked in Mu Zixiu, grabbed his short gap in shock, and launched a strong attack accurately. The thick raid swept across his body and rushed out violently. The raid churned and the arc rang, carrying strong light and thunder, as if a real spirit demon was rushing out of Qin Ming. The scene was very shocking, and there was a visual impact of barbarism and gorgeousness.

Mu Zixiu woke up in horror and dodged decisively.

But the offensives of thunder and lightning martial arts often beat speed, and the rushing thunders hit his shoulder in the flash of lightning.

Although Qin Ming and Mu Zixiu were far behind the realm of two levels, the Purple Lightning Mad Snake was a qualitative martial art. It exploded instantly and was extremely powerful. It hit Mu Zixiu hard in the harsh thunder sound. His shoulders were bleeding, his body almost lost control, and he staggered back.

"Vajra Power, the third stage, Vajra Shaking the Mountain!" Qin Ming seized the opportunity, rushed to Mu Zixiu, exerted all his strength, gathered on his right shoulder, and a standard Vajra Shaking the Mountain, hit Mu Zixiu hard.

How much power does he have now?

He punches with all his strength and can reach 900 pounds!

The perfect King Kong Shaking Mountain can make his attack power surge more than three times in an instant, so this blow is nearly three thousand kilograms of power.

Mu Zixiu felt like he was struck by lightning and faintly heard cracks in the bones in his chest, and his body was tumbling like a kite with broken strings and retreating to the middle of the martial arts field, retreating for twenty or thirty meters.

"It's my turn!" Qin Ming shouted loudly and ran wildly. Although he didn't have many gorgeous steps and skills, he had a wild impact speed. The straight sprint was not slow at all. Before Mu Zixiu could land, Qin Ming poked out and grabbed Mu Zixiu's ankle hard. He roared and rolled in his throat. Qin Ming exerted all his strength. He took Mu Zixiu to dance wildly in the air, and then smashed to the ground three times later.

"Ah!" Many female disciples screamed in surprise, not daring to see this hot scene.

However, at the last moment, Mu Zixiu was about to hit the ground with his head, he made a thrilling counterattack, actively hitting the ground with his arms, and his left foot, which lost its empty releases lightning and stomps at Qin Ming's face.

One defense and one attack, perfect combination, forced Qin Ming to let go and retreat at the last moment.

Mu Zixiu rolled on the ground, at least he removed the barbaric force, but he was shocked.
Chapter completed!