Chapter 243

At the moment, Ding Hao has completely digested the previous dark strength, and his body strength has been perfectly improved.

"You're a tough opponent, and I'm going to do my best." Zhang Liang's expression is dignified, the double eye pupil shrinks slightly, the mouth says.

"Come on!" Ding Hao said with a low drink.

Ding Hao's body moves, his feet suddenly step on the ground and jump up, gathering momentum in mid air. His hands turn into fists, his arms are wrapped with thunder electric python, and the flames rise from his fists. Like a roc, he bends down and rushes to Zhang Liang.

"Baichonglang sword technique!"

Zhang Liang mobilized the Qi and blood in his body, sending out a strong breath. The wooden sword in his hand was waving wantonly in front of him, stirring the surrounding air, causing the air to fluctuate, and the mighty momentum went straight into the sky.

Ding Hao's face changed slightly. He felt the folding fluctuation of the air in front of him. He glanced subconsciously, but he still didn't stop his action and rushed forward.

One punch to Wanli!

No matter what powerful moves, they will all turn into nothingness in the face of absolute power.

"It's just right. Since you want to fight head on, try my best move." Zhang Liang's eyes burst out with light and cheered in a deep voice.

At this time, Ding Hao had already reached Zhang Liang's body, and his fist blasted to the air wave formed around the wooden sword. It was like sinking into the mud, deep inside. There were still several distances around him, squeezing towards the center, so his power could not be underestimated.

All the spectators were shocked when they saw this behind the scenes. Originally, they saw Ding Hao kick Zhang Liang, and the suspense of the battle was revealed.

However, when Ding Hao's fist fell into the air wave stirred by Zhang Liang's wooden sword, he began to hesitate in his mind. Can Ding Hao really win this battle?

Zhang Liang's strength must not be underestimated, until the last moment of the game, the results are still unknown.

His eyes were as deep as the stars. He looked at Ding Hao on the stage of the competition, and his face was very complicated.

The fate of Wuzong is entirely in the hands of Ding Hao. If this duel is won, Wuzong's shame will be washed away. If it is defeated, Wuzong will not have any face to be active in the martial arts and Taoism of China.

"Suzerain, do you think Ding Hao has any hope of winning this battle?" Zhu Meng asked the star matchless.

Star unparalleled eyes light flashing, light said: "Chu broken day selected people, absolutely not bad, next we wait and see."

Zhu Meng's face was moved. It was the first time that he heard the patriarch believe a younger generation so much. He turned his head and looked at Ding Hao on the stage. Although he had made some trouble with his own clan before, he didn't hesitate in this matter about Wuzong or even all the martial arts in China.

In the audience, a pair of bright eyes have been watching Ding Hao on the competition stage. His body faintly exudes a strong breath, like a sharp sword hidden in the scabbard, which makes people dare not get close to him.

The corner of Zhang Liang's mouth rose slightly, and a proud smile appeared on his face. He said, "even if you fight with your fist strength again, you can't break through my storm. The victory has come out."

Having said that, the speed of Zhang Liang's wooden sword gradually becomes faster, the air waves become more powerful, and the squeezing pressure on Ding Hao's fist becomes more powerful.

"Do you really think you're going to win?" Ding Hao's face showed a banter smile, his eyes showed a meaningful look, and said slowly.

"Well? What do you mean by that? " Zhang Liang's brow a wrinkly, light Yin a, doubt of ask a way.

At this time, Zhang Liang suddenly noticed that Ding Hao's fists were gradually healed by the air waves, and his fists were slowly penetrating into the center of the air waves, that is, the tip of the sword.

"No, it's impossible. Your fists are in the center of the pressure. Why there's nothing wrong? And how can your wounds heal so fast?" There are countless questions in Zhang Liang's heart, which are unreasonable.

If it were someone else, his fists would be scarred and his breath would be weaker and weaker. However, this young man is just the opposite.

"There is a gap between people, after all, everyone's genes are not exactly the same, I can only say that I am good enough." Ding Hao look indifferent, light said.

After hearing Ding Hao's words, Zhang Liang's face muscles twitched slightly. Did NIMA boast that he was not blushing? He said that he was excellent enough, and he was thick skinned to the extreme. Is it not that thick black studies are popular in this era now?

Pen!

There was a dull sound.

Ding Hao's fists directly touched the tip of the sword, which was bombarded by the powerful force like a bull. The air waves directly collapsed and spread around, with layers of ups and downs.

Zhang Liang's face changed greatly, his arm felt slightly numb, and the wooden sword in his hand was about to break away.

"It's time to end!" Ding Hao light said.

"No! I am the ultimate winner. " Zhang Liang looked ferocious and cried out.

Just as Zhang Liang wanted to continue to wave his wooden sword, a clear sound suddenly sounded.

There was a crack in the tip of the wooden sword, and then it was transferred to the body of the sword, and layers of cracks occurred. Finally, only one hilt was still in hand.

"Now what are you fighting against me?" Ding Hao looked contemptuous and said faintly.

Zhang Liang saw that the wooden sword in his hand suddenly broke, and his eyes suddenly contracted. Then Ding Hao's fist became bigger in his eyes, and he came to his chest in the blink of an eye.

Pen!

Zhang Liang suffered a heavy blow to his chest. He flew up from the ground like a kite with broken line and fell down at the edge of the competition platform. His chest was in agony and his heart was full of blood.

See Zhang Liang's throat a sweet, a stream of blood from the mouth, spray on the ground.

"Keke..." Zhang Liang's face became very pale, and his whole body was weak on the ground.

"You lost!" Ding Hao's eyes fixed on Zhang Liang in front of him and said faintly.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent, everyone fell into a dull, for a moment did not know how to express.

Three seconds later, the people in charge of the audience and the five cases on the stage all clapped their hands, and some even cheered loudly.

"Ding Hao, you are my God, I love you!"

"Ding Hao is the best! We won

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"

......

At this time, everyone can't restrain the joy in their hearts. The result of the game has obviously come out, that is Ding Hao won!

Ding Hao ignores Zhang Liang who falls on the ground and turns to the referee to signal him to announce the result of the match.

The referee was stunned for a moment, and it was hard to hide the excitement on his face. The shame of Wuzong was washed away today. This is a historic moment.

"I... I declare..." before the referee finished, he heard a warning voice.

"Be careful!" Fengni'er yelled under the stage.

When everyone was immersed in the joy, no one expected that Zhang Liang fell to the ground and flew straight to Ding Hao with a dark weapon in his arms.

"Master, there is danger in the back!" Yingbao's voice rang out in my mind.