As time passed, the vortex became larger and larger, and finally a small tornado formed!

Xu Hui in the center controlled the tornado and fell straight from the air towards Murong Nanbei!

The latter had no time to dodge, so he had to take it head-on!

With his legs bent, he stabilized his plate, and Murong Nanbei's palms attacked Xuhui wildly!

However, the tornado's form changed again!

Under Xuhui's control, the tornado gradually formed a cone!

The changing cone hurricane was like a shattering bamboo. Even though Murong Nanbei had used all his strength, he still couldn't slow down the slightest!

Seeing this, Murong Nanbei's face was ugly. If he ate it head-on, he might have to reach out and seriously injured!

As he pondered, the sharpest part of the cone hurricane was gradually approaching him!

Faced with such a desperate situation, Murong Nanbei suddenly closed his eyes and withdrew his palms and placed them in front of his chest!

As Murong Nanbei opened his eyes and revealed the blood in his eyes, his palms also slapped at the cone-shaped hurricane!

One palm! Two palms! Three palms and four palms!

This time, Murong Nanbei's hands slowed down a lot, but the strength increased several times!

When the fifth palm is slapped, the hurricane gradually slows down, when the sixth palm is slapped, the hurricane gradually weakens.

The seventh palm was slapped, and the hurricane became weak at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xu Hui's figure had also appeared!

"Red wave palm!"

With a loud roar, the eighth palm slapped out!

At the same time, Xu Hui's right foot had already landed on Murong Nanbei's left palm!

In the examiner's seat, Qiao Zhe rarely showed expectations, "The victory or defeat is about to be decided!"

The audience in the spectator seat was also attracted by the battle and had no time to care about anything else. Except in the ring, the entire venue was silent.

All the hurricanes disappeared, and Xu Hui, who was not surrounded by hurricanes, had only had his feet and the stacked wave palms that had been superimposed eight times. The result was self-evident!

Above, Xu Hui spit out a mouthful of blood, slowly falling from the air like a loss of force.

The sound of the gong followed the sound of the landing.

In this battle, Murong Nanbei won!

But just as the sound of the gong was not over, Murong Nanbei also vomited blood and knelt on one knee. One ten skin on his palms was even more ten.

Apparently he was seriously injured.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhe slowly stood up and clapped his palms.

The applause was crisp and spread throughout the venue for a moment!

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the venue spontaneously applauded the two on the ring!

Applause was thunderous, and cheers followed closely!

As the medical staff came to the stage, they wanted to carry Xuhui onto a stretcher.

But the latter stood up with difficulty and looked at Qiao Zhe with a tight end!

"Qiao Zhe! Xu Hui wishes he could ruin this competition!"

"Xuhui will not die today. In time, I will definitely kill you!"

Two heart-wrenching roars covered everyone's voices, and for a moment, the audience in the game room looked at Qiao Zhe and Xu Hui in confusion.

The former came slowly from the examiner's seat very calmly and looked at Xu Hui calmly, "In the past battle, Senior Xu was defeated, but Qiao admired him, as the successor of Senior Xu, why did you learn only one skill, but you did not learn the style of Senior Xu?"

When Xu Hui heard this, his eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and he roared excitedly: "You murderer, you deserve to mention my teacher!"

"On the battlefield, life and death are from heaven!"

Qiao Zhe looked at the hysterical Xu Hui, with a little more disappointment in his eyes.

"You can seek revenge at any time, but you chose the stupidest path. You would rather be someone else's pawn than challenge me openly..."
Chapter completed!