Chapter 212

The scene at this time, to everyone, was slightly shocked, but also a touch of incredible.

Eight people stood on the 15th stage, holding weapons, and pressed against Chu Xing standing on the 14th stage.

But the power of these eight people didn't make Chu Xingyu step back.

The young man in white held a sword in his right hand and easily blocked the eight weapons.

The nine people on the podium kept this posture and didn't move.

"Why is this smelly boy's strength so strange?"

"I've never met such a sick warrior."

"Although our accomplishments have been reduced to the Ninth level of quenched martial arts, I feel that this boy's accomplishments have not been reduced at all!"

Chu Xingyu's right arm is like cast iron. The eight martial artists use their milk strength and can't force Chu Xingyu back one step.

The strangest scene was that they had a ferocious expression and their whole body was red in order to use their maximum strength.

Chu Xingyu opposite them, in addition to tightly pursing his lips, still looked as relaxed as usual.

Compared with the two, I stand high and low.

"I've never seen such a strong man. The vitality in his body is strange!"

Lu Tong on the left looked into Chu Xingyu's eyes and almost showed his cannibal eyes.

"That is, I was surprised to be able to adjust my vitality to this level!"

Zhang Yi on the right, his arms are shaking, which is a sign that his strength is running out.

Cultivation is to suppress them in the nine levels of quenching martial arts. Reasonably distributing their vitality and letting these powerful vitality turn in the meridians will strengthen their physical strength and strength.

These elites think that their control over vitality is unmatched.

But in the face of Chu Xingyu, they felt wrong.

And it's very wrong.

Chu Xingyu's performance at this time also let them know that in this world, they can turn their vitality into such a reasonable warrior.

"We suffered too much when we suppressed our accomplishments to the same level as this boy."

"Only when his cultivation is higher than him can he clean up this boy!"

They suddenly realized that only when the cultivation was higher than Chu Xingyu could they crush the boy, and if the cultivation was the same as him, they could only be crushed by him.

In order not to fall in the wind, the vitality in the eight people turned at a high speed to maintain their physical strength, but they didn't dare to release too much vitality.

If the vitality in the elixir field is released too much, they can't control it. The vitality will be released outside the body.

The competition circle stipulates that if their vitality is released, these fighters will lose their qualification for the competition.

It's not cost-effective to lose the qualification of the finals in order to stop teenagers!

"Hurry to force Chu Xingyu to retreat. As long as he is forced to retreat, Yuanshi reward will be given to you."

Seeing the standoff on the podium, Niu Zhengfei drank loudly. He wanted to inspire several people with Yuanshi.

Sure enough, Yuan Shi's encouragement played a role.

"Ah!"

The eight people clenched their teeth, and the veins on their foreheads burst. They wanted to use this bull spirit to force Chu Xingyu out.

But their efforts did not work at all.

Chu Xingyu is still like a perfect sculpture of eight people, still standing there motionless.

"I'll help you!"

Luo Zheng, who was repulsed by Chu Xingyu, has recovered his strength at this time.

At this time, he galloped down from the highest stage of the podium. With a rapid and incomparable falling trend, a sword was heavily pressed on the Li fire sword of Chu Xingyu.

Pop!

Chu Xingyu stepped back from the 15th stage to the 14th stage.

When Chu Xingyu hasn't stood firm.

"I'll help you too!"

Boom!

Another warrior, with his swift strength, directly pressed over.

Ten martial artists, pressing Chu Xingyu together, want to force the boy out of the podium.

At this time, the scale of victory has completely tilted towards the ten warriors.

Among the eight warriors, Chu Xingyu was able to stand off with them.

Nine martial artists, Chu Xingyu is deadlocked.

Now the ten martial artists are directly pressing Chu Xingyu to retreat.

Step back from the 14th podium to the 13th, and then forced to step back to the 12th

Eleven steps

Ten steps

Ninth order

The speed of pushing back is faster and faster.

Eighth order

Seventh order

Sixth order

The ten martial arts sent out a shocking drink together. They wanted to crack their eyes and did not retain their whole body strength.

Niu Zhengfei and Baishan's mouth turned slightly, showing a proud look.

The martial artists eliminated by Chu Xingyu are even more arrogant. When the young man is pushed down to the podium, their all kinds of humiliation must be sent to the young man on time.

At this time, Chu Xingyu's chest fluctuated obviously. He was already panting like a cow, and his mood was no longer as flat as before.

No matter how abnormal his constitution is, he can't stand the push of ten people.

Chu star rain, the smell of fishy and sweet in the throat came, and the lungs had been shocked out of blood because of strength.

Looking at the ten people in front of him, Chu Xingyu's eyes flashed with anger that was hard to hide.

These ten martial artists, like clowns, stopped themselves on the way.

Do you let them deal with me like this?

I don't accept Chu Xingyu!

The eyes of the young man in white were hot, and a flame of anger seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart.

"Ah!"

As Chu Xingyu shouted loudly, under the podium, these martial artists who were eliminated by Chu Xingyu had their hands on their hips and felt that they had turned over to decide, but their pupils shrank slightly.

Because at this time, under the strong efforts of the ten martial artists, the retreat speed of Chu Xingyu slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fifth order slows down

The fourth step is twice as slow

The third order is twice as slow

The second order is three times slower

First order, so slow that the naked eye can't see the progress

"Give me strength, come on!"

Niu Zhengfei was very excited and loudly urged the ten martial artists to fight.

Of course, the ten martial artists will not relax. Only the last step is left. If they can force Chu Xingyu out of the podium, they will have a reward of up to 50000 yuan.

Ten people sent out the force of nine cattle and two tigers together and forced Chu Xingyu to withdraw from the last step.

But it backfired.

The retreat speed of the young man in white is getting slower and slower, which can be described as turtle speed.

Patter!

A stone was knocked down by the retreat of the sole of his foot.

Finally, the soles of Chu Xingyu's feet steadily stepped on the last step and stopped moving.

Ten angry warriors looked at Chu Xingyu fiercely, but their pupils shook again at this time.

Because they were shocked to find that the white boy's eyes were emitting a faint red light.

"I will never give in to Chu Xingyu!"

Immediately, in the frightened eyes of the people, he resisted the Chu star rain of ten people and took a step forward.

Boy, fight back!

At this point, the distance from the end of the competition, there are still 30 seconds left!!!