Chapter 882

Yifei, who was watching the war, also set off a rough wave in his heart, and his eyes burst with pure light.

How could he use the seven injury formula so lightly? Is this kid's seven hurt fist already great!

It's hard for Yifei to accept. Seven wound fist is the most powerful skill he cultivates. After ten years of painstaking cultivation, Yifei has achieved little success.

He can also use the formula of seven injuries, but he must have a short time to get ready. He can't do Shen Lang's way of doing it at will. It is absolutely necessary to cultivate the seven wound boxing to the martial arts of Mahayana to achieve that.

Just watching Shen Lang's fist, Yifei's self-esteem was greatly frustrated.

Few people have seen shenzhao Scripture, but most of the disciples of the Yi family have seen it. When they saw Shen Lang hit the powerful formula of seven injuries, a group of disciples of the Yi family were stunned.

A stroke is a stroke.

Shen Lang himself felt a little surprised. Although the power of the seven wound fist is a little higher than that of the mountain god palm, there is not a big gap between the two methods, which are the same as the lower level of the heaven level.

Just now, he used 80% of his strength to defeat Zhao Gang.

It shouldn't be so easy. It may be that your internal power is superior. The black and gold Qi in the Dantian is much thicker than the normal Qi.

Shen Lang finally felt the effect of the nine color bone ring.

After receiving Shen Lang's fist, Zhao Gang's Qi and blood surged up. Seeing that he didn't knock down Shen Lang with all his strength, he was suppressed by the other side. Zhao Gang's face became very ugly and lost face.

"Just this strength? It's all right. " Shen Lang sneers, showing contempt.

"Just now you are lucky. How can your strength compare with mine? Die! " Zhao Gang is furious. He rushes towards the waves again and displays Xumi mountain god palm.

Shen waves still don't dodge and fight back with seven hurt fist.

The two men were locked in a fight.

A strong blast of wind came from the center of the training ground, and there was a strong wind.

A large number of children of the Iraqi family watched the duel with concentration. Both Zhao Gang and Shen Lang can represent the peak of the young generation's martial arts.

The attack power of the seven wound fist is higher than that of the Xumi mountain god palm, but the defense is worse, but Shen Lang is more skilled.

Although Zhao Gang's Xumishan divine palm has been greatly improved, it is still a little stiff to use.

With Shen Lang's rich experience in fighting against the enemy and the protection of shenzhao Scripture, Zhao Gang could not enter Shen Lang's body at all, and his palm power could not break Shen Lang's vigorous body protection Qi.

After less than a dozen rounds, Shen Lang seized a flaw and hit Zhao Gang in the chest with one blow.

A muffled "Dong".

Shen Lang's fist is like a bomb. Zhao Gang opens his mouth to storm blood, and the whole person is blown out.

Zhao Gang flew seven or eight meters away. He fell heavily on the ground and couldn't climb up.

Take a breath of cold air all over the venue.

The whole process is only a dozen seconds, Zhao Gang was hit and couldn't get up, and was simply hit by hanging.

The onlookers are all martial arts practitioners. Naturally, they know how far the gap between the two sides is.

Yifei is also full of horror and disbelief. The strength of shenlang has been so powerful? It seems that I am the frog at the bottom of the well.

"You! Cough... " Zhao Gang's mouth was full of blood and suffered a serious internal injury. The huge strength gap finally brought him back to reality.

Shen Lang's fist left his hand. Zhao Gang didn't get hurt too much. After all, he was the son of a virtual environment expert. He didn't want to overdo it.

"Is it obvious who wins and who loses?" Shen Lang is too lazy to pay attention to the fallen Zhao Gang. He looks at Yi Tianfeng and Zhao Jin.

Yi Tianfeng is secretly happy. He didn't expect Shen Lang's strength to be so high. Shen Lang's heart is calm, which is much better than Zhao Gang's arrogance. It's just that he and his daughter agree. Isn't it a good thing?

Yi Tianfeng suddenly thinks that Shen Lang is a good son-in-law falling from the sky. As for Zhao Gang, he has been excluded from his mind.

"Senior Zhao, the duel is over. Do you think it's time to propose marriage..." Yi Tianfeng said respectfully, secretly looking at Zhao Jin's face.

Zhao Jin's face is black and his mood is extremely bad. Zhao Gang lost the duel, but he was a virtual master who came to propose marriage in a low voice, but he was refused. It was so humiliating to spread it out!

"Senior Zhao, it's up to you to give up this marriage, right?" "I blow snow carefully bow body says.

"No, blowing snow, I didn't lose! What I am good at is not palm technique, but sword technique! I can't lose to this trash! " Zhao Gang got up from the ground. His eyes were splitting. He drew out his long sword from his waist, endured internal injury and stabbed it at Shen Lang.

Although Zhao Gang's sword is powerful, his body has been damaged and he can't exert much power.

Shen Lang is a little angry. He was lenient just now. How can this guy be ungrateful? Simply Shen wave is no longer polite, double palm a push, hit a snow God palm, Yin cold palm wind towards Zhao Gang swept away.

"Bold!"

Zhao Jin becomes angry. Shen Lang's attack is bound to hurt Zhao Gang badly. This kid is really arrogant and dare to give his son a hard hand!

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Jin's whole body flashed to the center of the training ground like a mirage. With a casual swing of his sleeve robe, an amazing wave of wind directly pushed Shen Lang's palms out of the Yin and cold palms.

Shen Lang was hit by the wind wave and flew more than ten meters away. He fell heavily on the ground, with a trace of blood spilling from his mouth.

Hua Ziling is just close to the direction of Shen Lang's fall, and her pretty face is slightly discolored. Subconsciously, she runs forward and helps Shen Lang up.

"Are you ok?" Hua Ziling frowned.

The person that sees comes is Hua Ziling, Shen Lang feels a little accident, understatement says: "OK, slight injury just."

Shen Lang said this in his mouth, but in his heart there was a huge wave. It was the first time that he saw Xu Jing's martial arts cultivation.

That huge pressure is incomparable! It's hard to imagine how powerful a virtual environment expert is when the opponent only uses 10% of his strength at most and can hurt himself with a wave of anger.

"Wow!"

The children of the Yi family were in a state of uproar, and there was a trace of indignation in their eyes.

It's a duel, but I came out to protect you! Although Zhao Jin is a strong man in virtual environment, his behavior makes the disciples of the Yi family a little shameless.

Yi Tianfeng immediately went to the practice field and stopped in front of the Shen wave. He was a little worried that Zhao Jin would make another move.

Yi blowing snow also ran over, saw Shen Lang hurt, her face faded, tears gushed out of her eyes: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Father, don't stop me, I will kill this boy!" Zhao Gang's face was extremely twisted and rushed forward.

See Yi blow snow unexpectedly cry for this man, he hates to kill Shen Lang!

"Come back!" Zhao Jin drinks violently, and a big hand catches Zhao Gang back.

"Father, let me go, I will kill him!" Zhao Gang gnashed his teeth, hoping to tear Shen Lang alive.

"You've lost your face, you bastard!" Zhao Jin is furious in his heart and shakes it with a slap.

A loud bang.

Zhao Gang was slapped by Zhao Jin. He couldn't find the north for a while.