The explosion of fire rushed straight into the sky, and the confrontation of laws shook the world. Such an exaggerated and explosive scene naturally made the gate of the Tonghan Army's camp the focus of attention in the Dongning Corps.

People with fast legs flocked to the crowd. In addition to the military soldiers watching the fun, there were also many aliens who were not wearing military uniforms.

"Listen, it's all like this, it's just a competition!" Ren Yian, shirtless, pointed to Qian Wuyou, picked up his wine gourd and took a sip.

Xiong Wenbo's face was already pale. He snorted coldly: "This brat is simply a thorn. It's a troublesome thing when he leaves. I want to see how he ends up today!"

"I really don't care?" Ren Yian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring the mellow fragrance of the wine.

Xiong Wenbo glared and said, "He is dead, which can save me my worries! Humph, you don't know the one lying there."

Ren Yian smiled: "The water tutor of Dongyang Academy? Are you afraid of him? Who would believe it? Tsk tsk, Di Zeming was also unlucky today, and he actually met this strange little guy. However, your baby apprentice, good luck may end!"

Xiong Wenbo didn't say anything, he just raised his head slightly and turned his eyes to the thunder in the sky.

Just above Qian Wuyou's head, an old man holding a gun was floating at this moment. The wild light of lightning lingers around the gun, surging around him, and the silent and powerful pressure enveloped the four fields.

A warrior who can float in the air must have entered the second-level power system. The dazzling thunder is filled with the smell of laws, and it is not a law!

Qian Wuyou just raised his head and recognized the guy floating in the void—

The recognized battlefield madman, combat madman, the commander of the Dark Thunder Legion, the Thunder Spear Saint. Lan Qingsong!

"Trial!?" Lan Qingsong stared at her eyes and looked around. The devastated military camp was filled with the smell of laws that made him intoxicated. "What a challenge! Where is your weapon of a gangster? Take it out and accompany me to discuss with you!"

"Since it's a competition, it's natural that it's not easy to use weapons. If someone dies, you'll not end up." Qian Wuyou shook his numb right arm while talking. He knew that it would be difficult to reason when he met the master in front of him.

Lan Qingsong laughed and said, "I still need weapons to fight you? Humph, I don't know how to lift things, take action!"

From laughing to sneering, to attacking, it was fleeting, this madman was fighting as soon as he said.

When Lan Qingsong pounced down, the thunder gun in his hand was indeed put away. But a series of dazzling thunder lightning burst out from his fist.

Qian Wuyou also raised his fist to greet him. The golden light rippled on his right fist.

boom!

The power of the law slammed into a bang, and a sudden burst of shock waves surged out.

The soldiers at the entrance of the camp were tilted around on the spot, and even the soldiers watching the show couldn't help but retreat.

Ren Yian and Xiong Wenbo took a few steps back in the crowd without any trace before stopping.

Ren Yian held the wine gourd and took another mouthful before saying, "I didn't see that you, a disciple, still have some hard skills!"

"It's strange!" Xiong Wenbo frowned.

"What?" Ren Yian wondered.

"Don't you think that the power of the law on him is too weak?"

"Weak?" Ren Yian laughed and patted the rough sword embryo on his waist and said, "He has such a delicate control technique, and the force he releases will naturally be weaker. Otherwise, wouldn't this kid be invincible in the world?"

"No, he has not really entered the second-level power system yet!" Xiong Wenbo exclaimed suddenly.

"What!?" Ren Yian's hand shook and the wine gourd fell directly to the ground.

On the other hand, Qian Wuyou, who was constantly engaging in boxing with Lan Qingsong, found the trick to guide and neutralize strength.

The force of the fight never triggered a violent shock wave anymore, but Qian Wuyou was still taking a big step back. Every time he took a step back, a black footprint would appear on the ground under his feet.

The footprints were all reflected in the light of thunder and the brilliance of flames.

"Good boy, I think you can take a few more punches!" Lan Qingsong became more and more excited as he hit, and he integrated into the thunderous lightning.

"If I take one less punch, you will win!" Although Qian Wuyou retreated, his momentum was not falling.

Although more than 90% of the thunder power was introduced into the ground by Qian Wuyou, just the power of the law that penetrated his body still overwhelmed his body.

To deal with the attacks of the power of the law, the only way to rely on the defense of the power of the law.

But Qian Wuyou's law power is really scarce and it is not enough to protect him.

In the end, Qian Wuyou has not been promoted to level 80 and has achieved the conditions for transfer. As for casting a metal body, it is even more illusion of the mirror and water moon.

The scattered thunder and flames were boiling along the blood vessels and meridians. Qian Wuyou could only use the meager power of the law to protect the vital points of the heart, mouth and brain. As for clothes and even the rest of the body, he could only choose to give up.

Lan Qingsong's fist became more and more fierce. Every time he received a punch, Qian Wuyou took a step back.

He is showing his enemy as weak and waiting for an opportunity.

The name of a madman on the battlefield and a combat madman is definitely not fake. Lan Qingsong is a man of martial arts. As long as he fights with others, he will do his best without leaving any room for anything.

Although Lan Qingsong is the commander of the Dark Thunder Legion and enjoys the name of the Thunder Spear Saint, if you start to fight, this guy will refuse to recognize his relatives and have to decide the winner.

Although Lan Qingsong, who had no gun, was only considered a tiger with teeth drawn, Qian Wuyou, who had no sword, dared not feel any contempt.

The power of the law that is not moving as a mountain can restrain Han Tiebian's anger and the mage's mentor's water dragon craze. However, when facing the thunder power from the gold system, Qian Wuyou can rely on only skills and courage.

Tit-for-tat, head-on!

Even at an absolute disadvantage, Qian Wuyou thought about not just defense. He must win this so-called competition, otherwise the hat of mutiny would not be able to escape.

Lan Qingsong, who had all his strength, suddenly started to shout, and the howling thunder rushed into Qian Wuyou's body one after another, but he skillfully led it into the ground and scattered.

The powerful attack made Qian Wuyou's arms numb, but what he wanted was this situation. After all, compared to protecting his whole body, only establishing two guide channels in his body is undoubtedly a worry-free choice.

Qian Wuyou, who had such a plan, had no intention of avoiding it from the beginning. Although he was stepping back at this moment, his high blood energy was always boiling, and he was welcoming Lan Qingsong's frontal fist.

This is a real warrior showdown!

After all, procrastination will never win. To defeat the enemy, only attack can be done.

Qian Wuyou was waiting for the opportunity. He kept accumulating the power of the law into his heart. The power that was as unmoved as a mountain became more and more refined and rich, but compared with the thunder power of Lan Qingsong, it still seemed insignificant and weak.

Xiong Wenbo and Ren Yian outside the field both saw the trick, but neither of them did.

Xiong Wenbo was sure that Ren Yian would take action, after all, Qian Wuyou had mysterious sword-casting skills;

Ren Yian also believed that Xiong Wenbo would not let go - would such a stunning disciple, who would not care about any mentor?

"You are really calm?" Ren Yian became more and more frightened when he looked at the battle in front of him. He was full of wondering why his friend was so calm.

"I should say this!" Xiong Wenbo was also confused about his old friend's qi cultivation skills and made a leap.

"Although Lan Qingsong is vulgar, his thunder spear is not good to be hit!" Ren Yian snorted coldly, "I said, that's your disciple. If you don't go to help him with the aftermath, would you want me, an outsider, to take action?"

"How could I look for such a thorn as a disciple? You should care about your secret forging skills. Be careful that he was beaten to death by a madman, and you would have nothing to play with." Xiong Wenbo sincerely watched his old friend's show.

"Hmph, there is no law injected, your 'Thunder Split Sky' is just a shape. You don't want a good sword anymore, right?" Ren Yian's face changed drastically, but he did not forget to tease his friends.

"I..." Xiong Wenbo was about to refute, but his face suddenly changed: "Not good!"

The next moment, Ren Yian and Xiong Wenbo rushed out.

At this moment, the momentum of the fight against the fist has changed suddenly. I was watching the fun and watching the soldiers suddenly felt that the air became heavier.

Flying lightning spread across the void, and the tumbling electric snake wandered around. A huge amount of law power suddenly surged out from Lan Qingsong's fist power. An ordinary heavy blow fighting technique turned into the hammer of Thunder at this moment.

The shining fist wind contains the mystery of the law.

"Boy, even if you win if you take my punch!" Lan Qingsong suddenly roared.

The fist that turned into the Hammer of Thunder triggered a large number of law threads and crushed towards Qian Wuyou. However, defense is never Qian Wuyou's way to defeat the enemy. Only attack and strong attack can truly knock down the enemy.

In an instant, Qian Wuyou released the power of the law accumulated in his heart. The dazzling golden light enveloped his body, and the power of the mountain was as motionless as a mountain, bursting out in full swing.

"I also have a punch!" Qian Wuyou's aura suddenly changed.

Qian Wuyou, who has been defending all the power of the law, mobilized all the power of the law, but the chance of swaying alone was still circling in his heart, and the rest of the power was poured into Qian Wuyou's fist in an instant.

Golden streams form rivers, and rivers lead into the sea.

The ocean of the power of the law is Lan Qingsong's domineering punch, but Qian Wuyou resolutely poured his power into the river.

The surging thunder wrapped Qian Wuyou, but a beam of golden light broke through the silver tide in the sky and hit Lan Qingsong's huge fist heavily.

boom!

Qian Wuyou flew backward without any surprise, but Lan Qingsong was also stopped and the golden rule force wrapped around his fist while stopping.

The pressure that weighed more than ten thousand pounds was squeezed in an instant.

Click!

The steel bars and iron bones of the metal body were broken by this sudden blow. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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