Chapter 93

Yan Wei's face was gloomy, and he hummed, "waste!"

Ma Liang knew that he was defeated. He walked behind Yan Wei with his head bowed. He was afraid to speak.

"Shentu! You go! "

After hearing this, Shen Tu nodded and walked forward.

Shentu is much brighter and stronger than the horse. He has bulging muscles, clear water chestnut and looks like a hard rock.

Shaking his neck, Shentu made a sound of crisscrossing bones.

He raised his thick arm and Shen Tu held up his fist! Shen Tu! "

The sound is thick and heavy like a big drum, which rings in the empty gymnasium.

Yan Fengwu shows her contempt. Shentu is not so easy to deal with!

"Eight pole, Yanfeng dance!"

Seeing that Shentu had no intention of attacking, Yan Fengwu took the lead in launching the attack.

At the foot of a step, the body strength, Yan Feng dance soft body, a straight fist straight to Shentu palace.

Bang!

Shentu didn't move. Yan Fengwu's fist hit Shentu directly on the chest.

When Yan Fengwu's face changed, she realized that her fists were as strong as mud, and Shen TU was not hurt at all.

Whoo!

A strong wind swept by, Shen Tu's fist like a meteorite, hit Yan Fengwu's arm.

Bang!

Yan Fengwu went out directly, stepped back a few steps to stop.

Rubbing the aching arm, Yan Fengwu looks at Shentu solemnly, what a great power!

Seeing this, Ye Yu turned to ask Xing Meng, "can elder martial sister Yan win this Shentu?"

Xing Meng, with a dignified face, said in a low voice, "this Xing Meng is a man of great strength, just fierce but not cast! But Feng dance is incomparable. Let's see. "

When Yan Wei heard Xing Meng's words, he sneered scornfully. "Shen Tu has a unique talent. He has been practising eight years with me. He has become a master of eight pole boxing. Does your apprentice want to win him? Joke! "

Xing Meng ignores Yan Wei, but stares at the situation.

&When Yan Wei saw Xing Meng and ignored himself, his eyes were gloomy and he snorted coldly, "Shentu! Do your best! "

Shentu nodded and whispered, "be careful!"

Ye Yu's ears moved, and he heard the sound of the river flowing from Shen Tu.

Whoa!

The sound of blood surging sounded on Shentu. All the power contained in the blood burst out. The green tendons burst up, the blood vessels expanded, and the body became more powerful and terrifying!

The hot air came to Shen Tu's face, and his skin was slightly red fumigated by the heat in his blood.

Ye Yu looked at Shen Tu, who was greatly changed, and exclaimed, "is this the way that the blood nourishing martial artists are breaking out with all their strength?"

Yan Feng dance saw this also erupted the full strength, Jiao ha, the whole body billows, the long hair has no wind automatically, the body radiates the heat will be white skin hot red.

"Is elder martial sister Yan also a blood nourishing martial artist?" When ye Yu saw the change of Yan Feng dance, he asked.

Xing shook his head. "This is Feng dance's talent. I call it Wushen blood! Inspire the blood of Wushen, you can lie down and dance to challenge! "

Yan Wei's eyes narrowed, and then he regained his composure. "What's his talent? He can't rival Shentu's power!"

Boom!

Yan Fengwu and Shen Tu collide, their fists are like thunder, their legs are like sharp blades, and the floor of the stadium makes a creaking noise, which seems to be unable to bear the aftereffects of the battle.

Boom!

After another collision, Yan Fengwu and Shen Tu are separated, and both of them stare at each other closely.

Yan Feng dances with his mouth raised, his eyes sharp as if he saw the cheetah of the prey, "that's what makes you happy! Come again! "

Shentu's face is as cold as a rock, and his eyes are not undulated. He goes up with a fist!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fierce battle was staged in the stadium, and the floor was finally overwhelmed and exploded in the battle of the two.

For a long time, a figure fell out of the battle.

Yan Wei took a breath. "It's impossible!"

It turns out that the person flying backward is the second level blood nourishing martial artist, Shentu!