Finally, after thirty or forty moves, Xin Wuhen managed to reverse the disadvantage.

The confrontation between the two, back and forth, became more and more thrilling.

After Xin Wuhen stabilized the situation, he no longer defended passively, but sometimes made unexpected counterattacks. Combined with "Cloud Chess Moves", it was strange and unpredictable.

However, Zhao Feng reacted extremely quickly and could see through Xin Wuhen's moves at critical moments.

"How did he do it? Does he have sensory awareness comparable to that of a martial arts master like me?"

Xin Wuhen was shocked and confused.

Fifty moves...sixty moves...

No matter who wins or loses!

thump!

Zhao Qing's face was ashen and he sat helplessly on the ground.

I made a bet with Zhao Feng before that if the other party could sustain ten moves, he would lose.

Zhao Feng said with a smile: Ten moves are too few, at least thirty moves, or even fifty moves...

At this moment, the confrontation between the two has reached more than sixty moves, and it is still difficult to determine the winner.

Sixty moves...seventy moves...

The frequency of attacks between the two is getting higher and higher.

Finally, we reached the eighty or ninetieth move.

Xin Wuhen took a deep breath, and the various intermediate martial arts were integrated into one, and the general artistic conception that coincided with the right time and place in his body became stronger and stronger.

This general artistic conception is somewhat similar to the young girl in the Blood Python Canyon back then, but it is much lighter.

Faced with this general artistic conception, Zhao Feng felt as humble as an ant contending with the nature of heaven and earth.

That feeling made him breathless and slightly depressed.

After ninety moves, each of Xin Wuhen's blows was like a stroke of God.

Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened, and an imperceptible layer of light green was floating on the eyeball, which was crystal clear.

In an instant, he entered the super visual interface, and Xin Wuhen's movements were slowed down more than ten times...

Whoosh!

The left eye is dark and empty.

A shadow that looks like Xin Wuhen takes action repeatedly, and the details of each action are constantly replayed.

The shadow's move demonstration contained a general artistic conception, which was simpler and easier to understand than the young girl back then.

Having understood the young girl's "Xuanfeng Palm" move, Zhao Feng "learned it instantly" when faced with the artistic conception of Xin Wuhen's move.

open!

Zhao Feng is not slow and fast, and integrates several martial arts such as "Ling Du Qi Jue", "Ling Wei Bu" and "Yangang Fist".

A strange artistic conception also appeared in him, which was slightly similar to Xin Wuhen.

Pop--

Zhao Feng knocked back Xin Wuhen with one palm.

Teng Teng Teng...

Xin Wuhen retreated, his face horrified: "What's going on? His palm..."

He had a strange illusion that the artistic conception of Zhao Feng's palm seemed to be "plagiarized" from himself.

If this is really the case, it would be too scary...

Xin Wuhen felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He took a deep breath and condensed his inner strength in martial arts to the extreme.

His sense of artistic conception is comparable to that of a martial arts master, and his level of condensation of martial arts inner energy far exceeds that of a warrior in the Yun Qi section.

In other words, the level of internal energy condensation of warriors below the seventh level of martial arts is not as good as that of Xin Wuhen.

This is one of the reasons why Xin Wuhen was able to defeat Zhao Linlong with his fifth level cultivation.

But he didn't know that Zhao Feng's left eye holographically controlled all the energy, blood, and internal energy changes in his whole body.

So that’s it…

Zhao Feng had some understanding of that artistic conception and quickly learned Xin Wuhen's internal energy condensation technique.

Star finger!

Zhao Feng's fingers pierced the air, screaming like thunder, and the blue light traces flashed away, more condensed and powerful than before.

The fingering method "Pointing Star Finger" is also good at concentrating and condensing internal energy.

After understanding some of Xin Wuhen's artistic conception and internal energy condensation skills, Zhao Feng's three-level "Pointing Star Finger" advanced a few points further.

"Great! "Pointing Star Finger" is close to the peak of the third level."

Zhao Feng was pleasantly surprised.

He really wanted to thank Xin Wuhen.

One person can understand the mysterious and profound artistic conception from the other person.

Both, learn the techniques of condensing inner strength under the artistic conception of a martial arts master.

Ninety-one moves...Ninety-two moves...

The more Zhao Feng fights, the braver he becomes.

Although Xin Wuhen was not at a disadvantage, he could not gain the slightest advantage.

What chilled him even more was that Zhao Feng's potential was developing at an appreciable speed.

The artistic conception of the other party almost appeared from scratch, and the inner strength of martial arts was also "in the same vein" as his own.

What kind of perversion is this!

Xin Wuhen had to admit that he had met his nemesis.

He himself is good at creating and comprehending, while the other party's learning and comprehending ability is almost unparalleled.

Ninety-five moves...Ninety-six moves...

The two of them clashed and gradually approached a hundred moves.

Everyone on the scene held their breaths, eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the final outcome.

According to the rules of the competition, when it reaches 100 moves, it will stop, allowing the organizer and the talented guests to discuss the outcome.

However, by the ninety-ninth move.

Teng!
Chapter completed!