Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

The beauties on the cheerleading team in the audience stopped dancing unconsciously. Even though they were wearing sexy clothes, sweat slowly flowed down their collarbones and mermaid lines to the ground; their shortness of breath caused their chests to rise and fall violently - no one looked at them. , the usually bold and lustful old men all stared at the arena platform.

A whirlwind arose in the arena platform, and the roaring whirlwind mixed with red light and golden light spread around. Ting Yuhong opened her mouth slightly and didn't even know she had dropped the potato chips in her hand. They could not see the figures of Wei Mingye and Pan Zongyu at all. They could only see streaks of light of different colors scurrying around the arena, and gray-black whirlwinds that condensed into substance and continued to break and condense.

The person in charge rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the slender and tight legs of the cheerleading beauties. He could see beads of sweat flowing along the graceful curves of the thighs and collecting on the floor to form a small puddle.

Not dazzled? The person in charge squinted and looked towards the center of the arena, but he still couldn't see the two people competing.

The sound of punches sounded like two beating drums, which were deafening. Wei Mingye and Pan Zongyu's speed had reached the extreme. The audience could only see the gray and black whirlwind moving in the arena. The floor was shattered or a ravine two or even ten meters long suddenly appeared - this was the power of Pan Zongyu's punch. Wei Mingye did not dodge but punched to meet it.

Just hearing a loud "boom", Ting Yuhong, who was sitting closest to the arena platform, felt a slight vibration. The whirlwind finally broke - it turned out that the whirlwind was caused by the speed of the two of them, which was so fast that afterimages almost appeared. Phenomenon. At this time, the two of them punched out a left fist and met it with a right fist. The energy generated by the collision of the two shook the ground under their feet into powder, and a strong wind blew by, blowing up the powder.

The jaw of Pan Zongyu's left fist burst open and blood flowed down. Wei Mingye's right fist was cut like a knife by Pan Zongyu's fist, and dense wounds were cut, and blood also flowed out.

Wei Mingye's eyes were scorching. It had been a long time since she had encountered an opponent who could hurt her, and the strong smell of blood made her nerves more excited. Pan Zongyu was also extremely excited. He had never seen such a boxing cultivator; He has been eager to find a strong boxing cultivator friend, and he is thinking that now he has finally waited.

The two men withdrew their fists at the same time. They did not speak and looked at each other. At a certain moment, the two of them understood each other's meaning. They completely gave up their defense and used fists against each other. In the center of the field, they saw countless afterimages of fists colliding, just The constant aftermath tore open shocking cracks in the nearby walls, and everyone swallowed their saliva unconsciously. If they were hit by a punch, their ancestors would not be able to recognize themselves in heaven, right?

The sound of cracking bones suddenly sounded, followed by scarlet blood beads being thrown into the air. Ting Yuhong stood up suddenly. She looked uneasily at the two fistfighters, and then at the medical team. Every member of the medical team They all clenched the medical equipment in their hands, and the captain even sweated a lot on his forehead. He would be responsible if an accident occurred.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy. The facial expressions of the two people were out of control. Their expressions were so ferocious that even Satan had to take a detour to take a look. Who is bleeding? It doesn't matter anymore, who broke the bone? If you can't bear this kind of injury, don't do boxing training!

The speed of the punches became faster and faster, and the sound of the fists, like howling ghosts, turned into dull tiger roars and shocking dragon roars. The black and red light distinguished Wei Mingye and Pan Zongyu. Sure enough, boxing cultivators were both perverts. Ting Yuhong thought to herself that a simple fist fight actually made Pan Zongyu's skills improve to a higher level.

Of course, Ting Yuhong couldn't understand the perception of boxing. The technique that Pan Zongyu practices is called "Tiger Roars and Dragon's Roar". The technique's fists are domineering and have the indomitable momentum of breaking through the formation with thousands of iron hooves to kill the enemy. For small achievements, the sound of a tiger's roar can be heard when a fist is shaken, and for great achievements, there is a dragon's roar formation. Formation, and Yuanyuan is said to be able to break a river with one punch.

Breakthrough! Pan Zongyu was stunned for a moment. Wei Mingye caught Pan Zongyu's daze and punched him in the ribs. Pan Zongyu groaned. This punch probably broke three of his ribs. It was because of his carelessness that Pan Zongyu cut his throat. Swallowing back the blood that was about to pour out of his body, he roared, Wei Mingye backed away repeatedly, and Pan Zongyu actually had the upper hand for a moment.

But Wei Mingye was not a good person. She realized that Pan Zongyu had used the technique, so she no longer hid it. Her spiritual power instantly strengthened herself. Pan Zongyu was shocked. Wei Mingye's aura suddenly became much higher. She waved The speed of her fist became faster again, so fast that he could only see the afterimage of her fist - unable to capture which one was Wei Mingye's real fist.

With no other choice, Pan Zongyu directly started to use his skills. After the two fists collided, Wei Mingye quickly retreated and opened a distance of nearly five meters.

Wei Mingye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Can your technique absorb other people's energy and blood?"

"It seems that you have discovered it." A cloud of red mist penetrated Pan Zongyu's body, and the internal injuries on his arms and body began to heal at an alarming speed. Pan Zongyu was a little surprised that Wei Mingye's energy and blood were so pure, only the size of a fist. With just a few seconds of energy and blood, most of the injuries were recovered.

"Okay, okay!" Wei Mingye laughed, her voice was crazy, and her body was covered in blood; her face was ferocious, as if she was going crazy. The evil mysterious art of blood source is activated, and the qi and blood in the body begin to drain away at an accelerated rate. At the same time, the hidden function of the body refining technique - the ability to restore qi and blood is opened.

"Damn, so crazy!" Pan Zongyu saw that Wei Mingye's fist was already coming, and he ignored it. He faced the fist and made a simple collision. The sound of broken bones kept making people feel chilled. This time, two people Everyone was furious, and red and black lights were scurrying around the arena again, making the already broken arena platform even worse.

"Fuck Fuck!" The captain of the medical team kept spouting curse words. Aren't these two people competing? If you continue to fight like this, someone will die. He didn't dare to go over and separate the two of them. He would probably be punched away, so he could only keep spewing curse words here to relieve the tension.

Do you want to call the dean? Ting Yuhong clenched the potato chip package with both hands. The two of them fought for nearly two hours. Now it has entered a white-hot stage. Their blood is all over the ground. Even the air is stirred by their offensive; strong winds. Being hit in the face is like being pricked with a needle.

It's better to call the dean, Ting Yuhong thought. The last time Pan Zongyu made friends, he fought with the swordsman for three days and two nights, and both of them were admitted to the hospital. Although they became brothers in the end, she was really afraid of him. Senior Brother Tian was really crippled. She only had such a senior brother, so he couldn't die...

"House...Dean?!" Ting Yuhong turned around and saw Roland sitting behind her. There were some potato chip crumbs on the large robe. Roland was holding a bag of potatoes in one hand. ("Isn't that what my senior brother bought for me? When...") He held an ice-cold Dr. Pepper in his other hand, and his thick beard was also stained with some crumbs.

Roland could tell what Ting Yuhong wanted to say, and his gentle voice was like heart-warming chicken soup, "Don't worry, I will take action when the time comes."

With these words, Ting Yuhong felt relieved. She sat back in her seat, but she was no longer in the mood to enjoy snacks.

What kind of monster is she? Pan Zongyu's heart suddenly became confused. It was clear that Wei Mingye's aura was weak, and the punches he threw were still as hard to withstand as if they were weighed down by a mountain. This was the first time he encountered such a monster, who was also a boxing cultivator like him.

Continuously punching, the energy and blood in the body are constantly drained. When the body reaches the limit, only the will can lead the body to break through the limit. Every time she punches, Wei Mingye is extremely serious. She has begun to feel numb. The physical pain The pain was almost imperceptible. She just felt sleepy and wanted to sleep.

good chance! Wei Mingye's body suddenly paused. Pan Zongyu turned his fist into his palm and prepared to end the battle with a knife. Wei Mingye seemed to have really stopped, his arms hanging down weakly and his eyes distracted. Suddenly, she felt a hot current flowing through her body. The continuous supply of Qi and blood was like gurgling water, but now, it was like opening a flood gate to release floods, and her whole body was filled with endless strength.

"Again!" Wei Mingye yelled, and his left fist instantly smashed the palm of his hand into mud like mud hanging on his arm. Pan Zongyu suddenly took a few steps back. How is this possible? He couldn't believe that Wei Mingye, who was originally sluggish, suddenly seemed to have regained consciousness. Could it be that she remembered the large password?

Fight! There is no word "lose" in Pan Zongyu's dictionary, but if he really wants to lose, he can't lose. One of his hands is useless, but he still has the other hand. He clenches his fist and meets the two punches with one fist. With the attack, Wei Mingye's aura became stronger and stronger, and his qi and blood became stronger and stronger. Pan Zongyu's heart trembled. He knew that there was a way to restore qi and blood, but like Wei Mingye, who could replenish his qi and blood in just a few minutes. He really didn't know what kind of Man's technique it was.

In the end, one punch was still defeated by two fists. After holding on for fifty minutes, Pan Zongyu finally couldn't hold on any longer. His internal energy had been exhausted and he was unable to support the operation of the technique. He knelt down heavily on the ground, the sunset blood red as if they had been beaten by them. As if soaked in blood.

Wei Mingye stood in front of Pan Zongyu, her long hair blowing in the wind, and the blood-red sunset stretched their shadows. She sighed softly and forced a smile, "Thank you." She finally mastered the physical training The method of producing qi and blood.

Thank me...why? Pan Zongyu didn't understand. Fatigue swept through his body. He just wanted to have a good sleep now. Pan Zongyu raised his head with difficulty and saw a group of people in white clothes running towards him. Is it Bai Wuchang? Where did Hei Wuchang go?

He saw the junior sister standing in the audience not far away. Ting Yuhong had tears in her eyes, and she didn't know what she shouted.

Pan Zongyu was too far away to hear, but judging from the shape of his mouth, it seemed that he was saying...

"Stupid senior brother!"