The dragon-shaped qi hit Wang Cheng's protective qi, and suddenly made crisp sounds of gold and iron attacks.

One of them was on the ground and the other was in the air, both of whom were constantly waving their fists face to face!

It lasted for ten seconds!

In ten seconds, the two of them almost swung hundreds of fists, and dozens of fists were each second. The fists had turned into phantoms. Even Zhou Qinghai and others could only barely see clearly. The others could not see anything at all. They could only see a ball of qi explosion, pieces of mud and stone flying, and the big pit under Wang Cheng's feet was constantly getting deeper and bigger!

Hundreds of mercenaries and special forces who were still alive hurriedly retreated and distanced themselves from the two of them to avoid being affected again.

The hundreds of bloody corpses on the surrounding ground are the most miserable examples, and the losses of several mercenary teams have exceeded half.

All the special forces teams in China are internal experts, so although most of them were seriously injured, they were not dead and were the ones who remained the most complete among all teams. This is also a miracle.

The two masters in the middle suddenly stopped.

Wang Cheng's feet were already sinking into the ground more than ten meters deep, and a circular pit with a diameter of more than 200 meters appeared in a radius. The layers of golden protective diamond energy around his body were still condensed, obviously not broken by Yan Wusheng's fist. Although it was much weaker, it did exist!

Yan Wusheng was still standing in the air, surrounded by dragon-shaped energy, staring at Wang Cheng with a deep look, and said in a deep voice: "Use your fist, I can't break through your protective energy, Wang Cheng, you won!"

Huhuhuhuhu...

Wang Cheng adjusted his breathing to calm his breath. He did not look up at Yan Wusheng, because that would make him look weak. He didn't like to look up at others, so he walked outside, and said with his back to Yan Wusheng, saying with a loud voice: "Since you have admitted defeat, then go to the organizer to admit defeat and leave."

A trace of murderous intent and hesitation flashed in Yan Wusheng's eyes, his fists were still clenched, his breathing was rapid, and he said, "Wang Cheng, you are indeed a martial arts genius who is rare. I have no grudges with you and Wu Shengshan, and I don't want to be enemies with you. I was determined to win this competition today, but since I can't break your protective energy for the time being, I can also admit defeat, but you have to agree to me with a condition!"

Wang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he had already reached dozens of meters away in one breath. He turned around and looked at Yan Wusheng and said lightly: "What are the conditions?"

An extremely strong murderous intent flashed in Yan Wusheng's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Help me kill someone!"

A disdainful smile appeared on Wang Cheng's lips and shook his head, "Impossible, I have no obligation to help you. I have won. The weak are not qualified to provide conditions."

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Yan Wusheng suddenly let out a long laugh, and the sound rolled, and the dragon-shaped energy around him shattered, turning into a mass of turbulent flow. His whole person suddenly disappeared into the air, turning into a white light, rushing towards Wang Cheng, and a lightning flash came in an instant!

Wang Cheng's heart muscles were beating, and his sense of crisis was unprecedentedly strong. He quickly breathed and changed his breathing. He stepped out of the horse stance and stance method, and a series of invisible body-protecting evil spirits were condensed around his body. Then the golden body-protecting Vajra energy also appeared densely around him.

However, he still felt chill all over, as if he would die the next moment!

because.

He saw a little sword light, which was a little sword light condensed to its limit!

Yan Wusheng came to him in an instant. Before the person arrived, the sword had arrived. The sword edge was carrying a three-foot sword aura, which doubled the entire sword out of thin air.

With a crisp sound, a sword aura stabbed the body-protecting energy in front of Wang Cheng. The sword aura paused for a moment, and then suddenly trembled and exploded the next moment, piercing his Vajra aura, and the sword aura was also consumed. Then the sword tip paused in front of the body-protecting evil aura!

Wang Cheng's eyebrows were cold, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were staring at the sword light.

Yan Wusheng stood in front of Wang Cheng, holding a long sword that he took out from somewhere. The tip of the sword was only half a centimeter away from Wang Cheng's eyebrows.

"Do you still think you won now? My fist can't break your energy, but my sword can. I haven't drawn my sword for twenty years!"

Yan Wusheng's voice seemed extremely vicissitudes: "In the past twenty years, you have been the first person to let me draw my sword. Wang Cheng, you are very good."
Chapter completed!