Silver-gray jumped high, and a sharp sword made of the hardest mountain rock appeared in his hand. He fell from the sky, his movements were as sharp as a predator.

He also saw that Chang Hao had taken root from the beginning, and he had never moved it. Instinct and intuition roared in his mind, and he had to disrupt his rhythm!

The sword of Yinhui used all his strength to break the strongest snow-capped yak with the belt bones. The stone knife broke through the air, and the sharp roar of the air being cut filled the arena.

Chang Hao seemed to be unable to see the knife, and he still acted in Wing Chun's classic parry posture, with no slight wavy in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Both sides passed by, but Chang Hao still did not move. Yin Hui stared at his hands that were holding the hilt of the knife but could no longer make any progress.

He saw that the moment he waved his sword, Chang Hao's palms closed and separated, and pulled out a long river of pony cultivation that was somewhat illusory but real. He saw this pony cultivation condensed by Chang Hao's qi in his body, as if he had cut a knife into a crack in the rock, and was bitten tightly, and could neither pull out nor cut in.

Chang Hao blew a finger and tapped several positions on the stone knife. The next moment, the stone knife seemed to have experienced the changes in the world in just a short moment, with a texture from hard to fragile, and it broke into several pieces with a crack in the shocked gaze of Silver Gray!

Yinhui couldn't see or think it through, he just found it incredible.

If Chang Hao used brute force to destroy the stone knife, he could accept it. After all, judging from the previous fight, this noble did have divine power that was not consistent with his body. But he clearly just tapped his finger a few times. It was a stone knife that could slash the snow mountain yaks. He could not figure out why it was even broken.

But Yinhui is the clan leader of the experienced combat experience. He hesitated for less than half a second before reacting, throwing away the hilt of the knife in his hand, turning around and spreading his arms, accelerating under his feet, trying to make Chang Hao retreat with a rude collision, even if it was just one step!

It’s a pity that the sentence is too correct, the ideal is full and the reality is skinny.

"Zhong, Zhong, Zhong, Zhong, All Zhong." Yin Hui's actions did not escape Chang Hao's eyes. His five fingers formed a fist and a knife, and dozens of accurate knocks hit the inside of Yin Hui's arms, and then pointed at each acupoint on Yin Hui's chest.

Yin Hui wanted to hug Chang Hao in the waist and throw him out, but then he realized that the quick combos that seemed to be dull and itchy had already made his arms sore and weak, and his chest was stuffy and suffocated, which made him feel like he was out of breath.

He suddenly thought of the stone knife that had just broken, and then he understood the mystery. It turned out that those few light taps were just knocking on the fragile part of the stone knife, as well as the points and surfaces, thus causing the seemingly hard stone knife to shatter in an instant.

Yinhui simply ignored his sore arms and concentrated all his strength on his shoulders, making himself hit Chang Hao like a city hammer!

Keep a close eye on the direction of the battle, Chuxue clenched his hands tightly.

She clearly saw that the young nobleman who was as unshakable as a mountain from beginning to end finally took a small step back!

"No," Chang Hao smiled. His whole body was triangular. His elbows and arched knees easily resisted the impact of Yinhui like wedges. Then he folded his hands on his chest and suddenly exerted force with his waist, pushing Yinhui to more than ten meters away.

Chang Hao's physique far surpassed that of the Jindan realm monk of the same realm in ancient times. With the blessing of the bloodline of the True Dragon, his power had already gone for 30,000 kilograms. At present, Silver Ash's already good power had been increased by calmly and violently, and it was enough to be around 8,000 kilograms. It was not surprising that he could shake his defense at all, but that was the end.

In ancient China, Wing Chun was not so pursuing martial arts that quickly subdue his opponents, but rather an efficient defense system that simplified the complex to the extreme. Chang Hao was just passively defending from beginning to end and never took the initiative to attack. He didn't want anyone to be injured.

But this is such a "self-defense" without murderous intent, which makes the Snow Leopard tribe's masters mute and cannot say anything about their suffering.

Seeing that his lord was safe and sound, Anna, who had always had a big stone hanging in her heart, then she slapped her chest and let out a sigh of relief.

If Silver Gray's strength is placed in the Military Department of the Orc Kingdom, he is definitely qualified to become a reserve-level Golden Knight, and even qualified to run for the deputy captain of the Legion.

Anna only knew that Chang Hao's strength had increased greatly. As for how powerful she was, she didn't know. If you want to blame, you can only blame Yinhui for being so bad luck that she met the kingdom's lord who had been the most troublesome for thousands of years.

The shouts around the arena were much smaller than before. Although the Snow Leopard tribe is also a race that advocates the supremacy of force, they also know that this young nobleman who came from afar is very good, otherwise their extremely brave patriarch would not be so embarrassed now. Logically speaking, he has the right to enjoy their worship and cheers.

The Snow Leopard tribe members looked at each other, and they always felt that there was less of the most important thing, something that could make their beast blood boil and shout for the winner.

"I took back my previous contempt. You are very strong, much stronger than I thought. I have never heard of your martial arts, and I can't even get close to you." Yin Huizhang pulled his two weak arms and stood firm. Blood flowed rapidly in his body, and clearly visible ferocious blue veins appeared on his body. With his roar, the rushing blood rushed open the blocked acupoints and his arms were recovered.

Chang Hao waited for Yinhui's words.

"But you haven't defeated me from the front yet!" Silver Gray's momentum began to rise again, "You've just been defending and fighting back, which is inconsistent with our previous agreement!"

"Then what do you mean?" Chang Hao put away his defensive posture.

"A good duel with me!" Yin Hui clenched his fists and entered a calm and crazy life again. "If you want to impress me, you can show your true strength!"

Chang Hao tilted his head and looked at the faces of the snow leopard tribe around the arena. He seemed to understand something. He stood still, as if he was thinking about something.

The next moment, he moved, bent his knees slightly, leaned forward, and whistling winds gathered and dispersed at his feet, forming a cyclone, and a faint sound of sword sound.

"Yes! That's it! Let me see your true ability..." Before he finished speaking, Yin Hui's whole body was as tight as a bow, his pupils contracted violently. Chang Hao, who was still charging in front of him the next moment, disappeared out of thin air from his sight.

The sense of crisis that had never been seen before was like a ray of light on his back. The instinct of survival screamed and forced him to turn around. After he entered the madness, the blood that should have boiled like fire fell to freezing point.

Chang Hao, who had just arrived behind Yinhui in an instant, looked at Yinhui coldly, with an unseen golden color shining in his pupils. The blood of the dragon clan's supreme boiled like lava in his body, and the majestic golden color burst out from the socket, and a heart-pounding golden flame was outlined at the corner of Chang Hao's eyes.

Facing these eyes, Yin Qi felt a thought that he had never had before.

escape.

But he couldn't move.

The young nobleman with a pair of emperor eyes clenched his fists, and the sound of the air bursting endlessly like winter thunder. The fist wrapped in the powerful force of the sun and the strong, and directly rushed towards the silver-gray front door. The latter watched the fist that was constantly approaching gradually occupied his entire field of vision, and then turned into a huge "death" word covering the sky and the sun.

"No!" Chuxue, whose face was pale, screamed in surprise.

The fist stopped at the last inch away from the Yinhui face door. The fist wind was like a knife, and it roared and cut countless small wounds on the Yinhui cheeks, and then rolled into the sky. The remaining force of the fist wind knocked all the stalactites hanging on the top of the cave into powder.

The people of the Snow Leopard tribe were completely stunned when they looked at the silver gray with an explosive head shape.

Immediately afterwards, there were never-before shouts and cheers around the arena. The Snow Leopard tribe members waved their fists, shouted and roared. They were all completely impressed by the earth-shaking punch just now. This is the power! Absolute power!

As Chang Hao thought, martial arts are magical, but to stimulate the resonance deep in the orc bloodline, all they need is the most direct and primitive power.

One punch is enough.

"How about it, Chief of the Silver Gray Tribe." Chang Hao lowered his fist and smiled brightly.

"My kung fu isn't my kung fu?"
Chapter completed!