Chapter 371

Tang Zheng's attack was becoming more and more sharp, and the magic of flying fairy sword appeared and disappeared, which made Mutu defenseless. But all of a sudden, he felt that the real Qi in his body became restless, and he didn't listen to him at all, running in all directions.

This scene surprised him. Since his cultivation, although the power of pure Yang erupts, the real Qi will boil, almost uncontrollable.

But at the moment, the situation is very different. The Qi flows to the eight channels of the classic, as if it is going to break through. Moreover, every inch of the Qi flows through the channels, the vigorous Qi disappears.

The real Qi disappears, which never happens. When Tang Zheng usually confronts the enemy, the real Qi will be consumed, but it will never disappear without reason.

But at this moment, his real Qi is disappearing from the sky, which is very strange.

His movement quickly came down, only saw Mutu's iron fist hit his chest, he hit the railing of the challenge arena severely, almost fell from the challenge arena.

Other people looked at this scene in surprise and exclaimed one after another. Didn't he have the upper hand? How in the blink of an eye has the situation changed so much?

No one can understand what this is about, just watching Tang Zheng's mouth running a trace of blood.

People with an eye can see that Tang Zheng's situation is not good.

Fang Shishi and ye Dingdang stood up directly from their seats and looked at Tang Zheng in disbelief. Ye Dingdang subconsciously exclaimed, "what happened?"

The wind four niangs and ye Tianlei also pupil a shrink, stare at Tang Zheng from afar, way: "he seems to have something happened."

Fang's poetry is a cultivator, who can't understand the changes of Tang Zheng.

Not only them, but also others are confused, but at the VIP table, wells excitedly said to Louis, "little Lord, you see, there is a change."

"How did Song Yu and Chu Shaofeng do it?" Louis asked with interest.

Wells shook his head: "I don't know. These two little gods are mysterious, but they are definitely not the means of being aboveboard."

"Ha ha, there is only the means to achieve the goal in the world, and there is no difference between bright and not bright." Louis said meaningfully.

"The little Lord said very well." Will flattered.

Seeing Tang Zheng's decline, Mutu couldn't help laughing: "Tang Zheng, go to die."

Double fists came out repeatedly, such as angry dragon going out to sea, Tang Zheng eating two fists, just like a broken kite, flying to the challenge arena in embarrassment.

Seeing that he was about to fly out of the challenge arena, Tang Zheng roared, seized and stopped him, and quickly dragged his body back.

Fortunately, Tang Zheng didn't get out of the game, but he didn't have a happy idea, because in a few minutes, he found that the real Qi in his body had disappeared by two thirds.

In this way, the real Qi disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, which made Tang Zheng panic.

What the hell is going on? Tianchanzi never said this before?

But it's obviously not the time to delve into this problem. Mutu's fierce eyes are not just to defeat him.

There is no doubt that this final has been upgraded to a battle of life and death. Either you or I will die. At this critical moment, Tang Zheng's life is not guaranteed.

"No matter what happened, I must win and hold my life."

Just after the nod, his real Qi is only one tenth of what he has left. He is going to dry up soon. His speed is getting slower and slower. He has another fist. If he had not practiced chaos kongfu to a certain level, these fists alone would have killed him.

Mutuyu is braver in the battle. Although he doesn't know what happened, he learned in advance from Louis that Tang Zheng's body will have problems, so he didn't worry about the game at all.

Seeing Tang Zheng's declining trend becoming more and more obvious, his attack also went up to a higher level. He swept around with one leg. Tang Zheng's waist was severely hit, and he flew out directly, lying on the ground in a mess, motionless, as if dead.

The gymnasium is quiet. The needles can be heard. Everyone is shocked by this scene. They are speechless.

"Brother Kung Fu, what's wrong with you? Aren't you very good? Hurry up, stand up and fight. Defeat the westerner. " The crowd roared.

At that time, the roar surged up like the tide. Everyone was shouting Tang Zheng's name to make him fight quickly.

But Tang Zheng was as motionless as dead, which made everyone's confidence collapse in a flash, and many people even cried.

In fact, it's easy for love to make hate. When someone in the audience growls discontentedly, "brother Kung Fu, get off the stage and make a fool of yourself. All Chinese Kung Fu is shit."

"Yes, it's best if you lose your body. Chinese martial arts are chicken ribs. They are deceiving things."

There are more and more strong voices of questioning. These are the dead loyalty of the anti military sect. In addition, there are also people sent by wells who secretly promote the cause. Public opinion is naturally a one-sided phenomenon.Not only the scene of the competition, but also the network is boiling, everyone's voice of abuse is endless, and the voice of questioning Chinese martial arts is increasingly strong.

Many people who believed in Chinese martial arts could not help but waver and wonder whether their previous beliefs were right or wrong.

At this moment, the status of Chinese martial arts in the hearts of ordinary people is declining a little, and it may fall into the abyss at any time.

Wells opened a bottle of rare red wine, poured a small glass and handed it to Louis, laughing: "little Lord, our plan is successful. In order to celebrate our plan, let's have a drink."

With a faint smile on his lips, Louis lifted his glass and touched wells gently, saying, "wells, your layout in China is very satisfactory to the family. When this is over, it will be the time for you to return home."

Upon hearing this, wells' eyes were filled with excitement. This layout is so grand. He came to the capital several years in advance for layout. Today is the harvest day. Of course, wells is extremely excited.

"He's down, and with Mutu's last punch, he's dead." Louis said confidently.

Several families are happy and worried. Fang Shishi and ye Dingdang are in a hurry like ants on a hot pot. Tang Zheng can't move on the ground. Although he is still alive, he is only a step away from death.

"We have to do something." Fang Shishi clenches her teeth. She will not allow Tang Zheng to die. Although she does not understand what happened, she can be sure that something unexpected happened to Tang Zheng.

Ye Tianlei advised: "don't act rashly. Even if we rush up at such a long distance, we can't save Tang Zheng."

"But did you watch him die?" Asked ye Dingdang anxiously.

Feng four niangs and ye Tianlei are asked. They are at a loss.

Qin batian and Yan Liuyun take a breath to cool down. They think it's too untrue. Both of them are martial arts practitioners. It's amazing to know that it's impossible to find out how much a person can play, and how strange the changes are.

"No, I can't let the third party go wrong." Suddenly, Dou long shouted a few times and led the dormitory members to rush to the challenge arena.

But they are ordinary people. Even ye Tianlei can't help them. How can they succeed?

"Boss, you must have something to do. You are Feng Yong's boss. You should be very good. How can you be defeated by a westerner?

No one answered them, no one pointed out the direction for them,

but Mutu had already given a thunderclap, punching and attacking Tang Zheng, who was lying on the ground, motionless.

"Boy, let's die!"

Tang Zheng heard the voice of questioning like the mountain call and tsunami. Hearing these voices, his heart was numb? What is all this about?

But he didn't have a chance to think about it, because he was dying, and the last trace of his true spirit was going to disappear.

Without Qi, the cultivator will lose the source of all spells and his fighting power.

"No, I'm shouldering the responsibility of Chinese martial arts. If I fail like this, isn't the Rockefeller plot a success? The spirit and spirit of China will be destroyed and disappeared. "

Tang Zheng's heart was like a knife, and he clenched his teeth.

"You have to restore your Qi immediately."

All of a sudden, he had an idea and remembered a very precious thing - longyuandan. Longyuandan has huge energy. Last time he took only one pill, he almost died. If Liu Qingmei didn't help him, he would have died.

If you take longyuandan now, the huge energy of longyuandan can be converted into real Qi. Although there is still a risk of explosion, Tang Zheng can't care so much.

As long as you can restore your Qi, the other dangers will be insignificant.

Tang Zheng lies on the ground, others can't see his movements clearly. He takes a longyuandan from Xumi bag without trace, and then quickly shoves it into his mouth.

Longyuandan melts. At that time, the rolling energy rushes into Tang Zheng's eight channels like a flood. Almost for a moment, his body is filled with longyuandan's energy.

However, the external energy is not his own genuine Qi, so he runs the ancient scroll and the dragon magic formula crazily. The two magic skills immediately play a role, and in a moment, he refined a lot of energy of the dragon Yuan pill, thus transforming it into his own genuine Qi.

The originally empty body was immediately filled with real Qi, just like the dried up river flowing again. In an instant, Tang Zheng was rejuvenated with vitality.

His dark eyes gradually become bright, as bright as the stars in the night sky.

But others didn't find out. Looking at Tang Zheng, many people have already sentenced him to death. Many people can't bear to look at him, turn around or cover their eyes.

Mutu mobilized his whole body's strength, muscles and bones, all of which gathered on the iron fist and directly hit Tang Zheng's head.