Chapter 137: Powerful special bloodline

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"Don't run wild, Xu Xuan is only ranked 42nd, don't think invincible, I will fight you."
A young man walked out.
"Puschong is about to shoot. Puschong was ranked 19th in the bronze list. This time, he stepped back one place and ranked 20th. His combat strength is much stronger than Xu Xuan."
Someone recognized the speaker.
Pu Sichong played against volley when he was competing in the four courts. His fighting power was very strong. Everyone expected Pu Sichong to teach a strong young man a lesson.
"How many are you on the bronze list?"
The strong young man smiled and asked.
"Not high, just 20th, there are 19 people who are better than me."
Pu Si rushed.
"Twentieth?"
The strong young man shook his head and said, "You are not my opponent, let's get a stronger one."
"Arrogant, know after battle."
Pu Sichong strode forward and came to the strong young man.
"Brother, these wastes do not shed tears in the coffin, and they are determined quickly to let them know how they are."
The sword was cold and cold.
"Haha, Brother Sword assured."
The strong young man grinned and then shouted, "Boy, watch the trick!"
boom!
The strong young man also punched with a punch, his fist black hair was bright, exuding a metallic luster.
Keng!
Pu Si punched the long sword out of the sheath, and the sword gas rose into the sky. The blue sword gas almost turned into substance, avoiding the fist of the strong young man and slashing towards the strong young man.
"Want to avoid my fist, think of beauty."
The strong young man sneered, his fists flicked, as if he had traversed the space, and suddenly hit Pu Sichong's sword.
There was a loud noise, just like he had played with Xuan Xuan before. A fist of black sharp rays rushed towards Pu Si.
Pu Sichong's face changed, his figure moved, and with the help of the opponent's power, his figure retreated, and his long sword waved out, cutting out dozens of sword lights, blocking the dark light.
"Can block me a trick, not bad, but what next?"
The strong young man laughed and rushed towards Pu Si. His fists were continuously swayed, and a fistful of fist shrouded Pu Si Chong, making a continuous roar.
Pu Si rushed the sword, chopped out a sword light, and resisted with all his strength.
boom! boom! ...
In a flash, the two met a dozen tricks, and then a figure flew out, coughing up blood in the air.
It was Pu Sichong, and he lost again.
Even if you do your best, you can only stick to a dozen tricks.
The hearts of the audience fell, is this the disciple who just started this year?
Is it too strong? Everyone can see that the strong young people's practice of the Xuan-level inferior fist has reached the fourth level, not far from the fifth level.
And his physical body is also very powerful, at least also second grade.
The most important thing is that the blood of the other party has not erupted, it is so strong.
It's too perverted. If you participate in the comparison of the four schools, it will definitely cause a sensation.
Everyone's face was ugly.
Is it necessary to deal with a disciple who has just started this year?
Everyone could not help but look at the top ten figures in the bronze list.
This time, the top ten in the bronze list reached eight.
Except Duanmu Yunyang and Lu Ming, everyone else was here.
Bu Xingkai, Duan Gang, volley, Duan Muchen, Cheng Feiluan and others all looked ugly.
Against a disciple who just started this year, even if he wins, it is a shame. Besides, there are sword Wuchen and the sword holding youth who have not shot?
The other party obviously didn't mean to be willing to give up today, and the other party obviously wouldn't leave without distinguishing the superiors and the poor. Everyone on the bronze list who didn't get it right would lose face today.
"Let me do it!"
At this time, a burly young man came out.
"It's Su Song. It's great that Su Song shot."
Everyone was slightly happy.
Before the four-computing comparison, Su Song ranked eighth in the bronze list, although this time because of the rise of Lu Ming and Ling Kong, he was pushed out of the top ten and ranked eleventh.
But his combat strength is indeed very strong, a lot higher than Pu Sihong.
"Brother Su, be careful."
Duan Gangdao.
Both of them come from Xuanwuyuan and have a good relationship. They are also the two strongest bronze disciples in Xuanwuyuan.
Su Song nodded and went out.
"Su Song, the eleventh bronze list, please advise."
Su Song clenched his fists.
"Hey, eleventh, it seems that an interesting one has finally arrived."
The strong young man licked his lips and sneered.
war!
Without extra words, the two fought together.
Everyone on the field stared in a flash, hoping that Su Song would win.
Su Song's fighting style is very similar to that of Duan Gang, practicing physical and defensive martial arts, biased towards defense and melee.
The strong young men of the Qilin Academy are also inclined to close combat.
The two fists against each other, bombarded continuously, as two wild beasts rushed together.
The battle is fiercely fierce.
However, the strong youth is indeed very powerful. It is clearly the fourth level of the Xuan-level inferior boxing technique, but it is displayed in his hands, and its combat power is stronger than others.
Su Song has no choice but to explode blood and fight with it.
Fortunately, Su Song's defensive martial arts were very powerful, blocking the attack of the strong young men.
In a blink of an eye, the two of them fought dozens of battles, and it was difficult to distinguish the outcome.
"Damn, it can stop me from doing so many tricks and watch me burst your turtle shell."
The strong youth roared.
It seemed that he was blocked so many moves, which was a great shame for him.
boom!
There was a flash of light on the strong young man, and then a quaint glove emerged above his head.
"Glove bloodline? Is this the special bloodline in the legend?"
Everyone was surprised and looked curiously.
For most people, the special blood line is the first time I see it.
The blood of the glove was black and full of quaintness. Everyone even saw the scars cut by the sword on the glove. It seemed that after a fierce battle, a mighty punch came out.
There are six chakras on the fist. Obviously, it is the sixth blood.
Then, the blood of the boxing glove flashed away and fell into the body of the strong young man, and the breath of the strong young man was strong.
"Break me!"
The strong young man shouted and punched with a punch, his fist was strong and reached a peak.
boom!
A terrifying punch hit the turtle-shaped shield around Su Song's body.
In the violent roar, Su Song stumbled back, his face pale, and his defensive martial arts were almost broken.
"Come again, see if you can block me a few punches."
boom! boom!
With all the black fists and violent anger, Su Song was completely suppressed and could only defend with all his strength.
But even so, only resisting more than ten strokes, he was penetrated by the strong young man with defensive martial arts and punched in the chest.
Su Song screamed, his body flew out of tens of meters, fell heavily on the ground, coughing up blood from his mouth, his breath weak.
With a punch, Su Song was hit hard.
"Brother Su!"
Duan Gang hurried over, and after checking it, his face showed anger, glaring at the strong young man, and said, "Just learning, you are too ruthless."
"Who told him not to admit defeat, he resisted desperately, he asked for it."
The strong young man pouted and disregarded it.