"Tong Chao on the tenth, can you continue to compete?"
"I, I admit defeat!"
As if Tong Chao hadn't recovered from the horrible scene he saw just now, he raised his footsteps and walked down the ring with a blank expression, even forgot to pick up his own broken heavy knife.
"What happened just now? How could Tong Chao suddenly become like this?"
"Yeah, he suddenly disappeared just now, and then it was like this when he reappeared. He seemed to see something that made him feel terrified."
At this time, many people have been thinking about going to Tong Chao in private for a while to learn about the situation. They know that this must involve the secret of No. 7 that everyone can’t see through, so they can understand the situation earlier and be better. Think of a way to deal with that number seven early.
"Next game, number one vs. number 15."
"Hey, Han Yu Huamao has triumphed against Han Yu."
Hanyu Xiaotian couldn’t help being curious about the results of the match between the two. From the previous performances of the two, Hanyu Huamao is still better than Hanyu Triumph, but Hanyu Triumph is not a weak one, he is sure Will find a way to deal with it.
Everyone off the court has now stopped talking. Obviously they are also very concerned about this match. Naturally, the No. 1 seed has always won the game relatively strongly; and that No. 15 is not a good thing. The fierce palm skills displayed until now have been invincible, and the contest between the two should be very beautiful.
Looking at the opponent in front of him, Han Yu Huamao also paid attention to it slightly, but only to the extent that he paid attention to it, he did not think that the opponent would be better than himself.
Judging from the opponent's previous competitions, it was only a little bit stronger than the Han Yuzhe who had lost in his hands, and he was still confident that he could defeat it.
"In the next Hanyu Triumph, I know you are very strong, but I am not easy to provoke. You will see my full strength next!"
Hanyu Triumph obviously also knows Hanyu Huamao's strength, and with the strength he has shown before, it may be difficult to win. At this moment, he has to exert his full strength.
"Hmph, if you use any means, otherwise you will have no chance. I will let you know the gap between the branch line and the main line genius!" Han Yu Huamao is as arrogant as ever.
With a "hum", Han Yu triumphantly rubbed his palms, and the palms showed a light golden color again, then he unfolded his body and rushed towards Han Yu Huamao.
The four-star martial arts "Rubbing Golden Palm" and "Chen Meng Palm" clash, one is domineering and fierce, the other is dreamlike.
Both of them have profound internal strength. Hanyu Huamao is already a ninth-level martial artist, and Hanyu Triumph has just reached the eighth-level martial artist, but his internal breath is metallic, and his lethality is much greater than the average internal breath. .
For a while, the two were fighting half-heartedly.
After twenty moves, Han Yu Huamao couldn't help being a little impatient, seeing that his opponent still showed no signs of defeat. Then his eyes flashed, and the "Baihong Guanri" body technique used again, and the body shape Liuhong continued to surround the Hanyu triumphant song.
Han Yu Triumph is obviously inferior to Han Yu Huamao in terms of body style. He immediately put his palms around his chest and stood ready.
At the same time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint dim light flowing out from time to time, as if something was brewing.
