Last time, Nan Feiyan suddenly lost with one move and was at a disadvantage. The two deputy gang leaders of Feiyanlin looked at their goddess nervously, not knowing whether it was out of business or selfishness. The other masters pressed their hearts and looked at them with excitement, but seeing that Nan Feiyan took two steps back, Yun Zhonglong did not take the opportunity to attack. He actually slowed down, obviously he wanted to give in on purpose.

Seeing this, Nan Feiyan was furious and looked extremely ugly. She took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "Master Yun Gang, what do you mean? Do you deliberately look down on me? Do you think I, Nan Feiyan, can't take the palm behind you?"

Her tone was a little angry and her face turned a little red.

As Nan Feiyan, who is more determined than a man, this is no different from a public slap in the face. She hates the most, others look down on her, she is a woman, and a RMB player. Although she is indeed a woman and the most famous RMB player in the game, those who know her also know that most of her current martial arts achievements are derived from her own hard work, but not from others.

Of course, A Fei disagrees with one thing. If she was not a RMB player, how did the original martial arts foundation come from? Perhaps the Bahuang *Only Master Gong and An Ran* Palm were obtained by her own efforts in the mission. However, the clues or other conveniences of this mission should have been spent, which cannot be denied. But A naturally would not promote this idea, but just think about it myself. If she said it, maybe someone would refute him to make trouble!

Faced with Nan Feiyan's questioning, Yun Zhonglong just twisted his wrist and said lightly: "I just don't want you to regret it."

"What do you regret?"

"I regret not having the chance to use my full strength!"

Nan Feiyan's anger attacked her heart, and suddenly she roared with a shrill roar, and her palm was slapped straight up and down. The palm power surged like a tide. This single palm was even more fierce than her palm. Ah Fei was stunned and immediately remembered the origin of the Kung Fu. Yang Guo, the one-armed hero, used his single palm to practice this shocking palm power, so this silence palm has never been a martial arts skill with both hands. Nan Feiyan used both palms in succession to make up for the lack of palm power and internal strength. Now that she was stimulated by Yun Zhonglong, her internal energy was immediately concentrated on this palm. According to Yang Guo's martial arts method, she used it out.

This time, he used this magical move to "drag the mud and water". Yun Zhonglong couldn't help but lit up when he saw it. He praised, "Good palm technique!", and he actually opposed it with a single palm. He wanted to try the power of the Anran palm. Not only did he feel the tide of the tide as soon as he touched Nan Feiyan's palm, he felt the tide of force. It was like a big river breaking, endless. It was just this time that Yun Zhonglong's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was too arrogant. Anran palm could be the best in the world.

How could there be no real material when comparing the palm technique of the eighteen dragons? Yang Guo was able to understand the martial arts of the world at that time, combined with the martial arts of the East Evil and the West Poison North Beggar, and combined with the essence of the Nine Yin Scriptures to realize this unique skill. Yang Guo himself is a hand, so this sad palm has no way to change the tricks, or even no changes. The essence of it lies in the operation of internal force. The palm power is cultivated in the blue waves of the sea, with tides rising and falling, and there are hidden tides hidden in it.

Although the Dragon Zixia magic skill of Yunzhong was extremely skilled, she could not handle Nan Feiyan's super-level full-strength attack with one palm. He flipped his feet and took two steps to stand still. However, Nan Feiyan just shook his body and did not retreat. Until now, the Dragon of Yunzhong retreated more. Everyone couldn't help but feel upset, thinking that Nan Feiyan had actually fought head-on and gained the upper hand?!

But soon Yun Zhonglong's body rushed up. A purple air slashed across the sky and slammed into Nan Feiyan again. Yun Zhonglong was still single palm. However, his palm had somehow grown bigger, as bright as blood as it was the seal of Tantric Buddhism. Ah Fei's eyes were sharp and he found that the bright red color was light purple, which was obviously due to the Zixia magical skill. Nan Feiyan still "areless" to deal with Yun Zhonglong's attack, but this time she did not feel the indestructible power before, but felt like she had hit a thick wall, and the counterattack power was particularly huge. Her arm clicked and there was sign of injury. Then, her internal organs were as if they were hit hard, and the blood in her body was shaken away. She had to take a few steps to remove the thick force.

It was not until this time that Nan Feiyan was shocked to find that Yun Zhonglong's internal strength was obviously beyond her expectations. She was about to speak when suddenly her throat became sweet and a bloody aura was about to rush out. In surprise, she quickly suppressed it with a red flash on her face, knowing that she had suffered internal injuries after all.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yun Zhonglong just fought back and repelled Nan Feiyan. Then again, the two of them were just going forward and retreated, and they should still tie. But Nan Feiyan knew that he had lost, but Yun Zhonglong didn't seem to have noticed her injury, and still slapped her palms, still a blood-splitting palm, and still a purple air blow. Nan Feiyan gritted her teeth and hit her three consecutive palms with three moves, but she was a three-combo attack that was absent-minded and reversed, and lost. At that time, the Golden Wheel Dharma King was injured under these three palms, which showed that the power of these three palms was infinite. Later, Yang Guo could slightly modify several changes between the three palms, which was suitable for continuous attacks when facing a strong enemy to resolve the opponent's palm power.

But even so, Nan Feiyan and Yun Zhonglong's palms hit three times in a row, but took three steps back. As soon as the third step was settled, her body shook, and her true energy could no longer be maintained. She let out a mouthful of bright red blood!

Although this is a game, and although everyone knows that vomiting blood is just a normal thing, when they saw Nan Feiyan vomiting blood by Yun Zhonglong's powerful palm force with their own eyes, everyone still exaggeratedly. Although the Great Sword God had vomited blood before, it was a half-injury and half-qi after all. But Nan Feiyan was different. This was directly hit by the blood, which was completely different from the Great Sword God's mouth of black blood.

When Yun Zhonglong saw Nan Feiyan vomiting blood, he frowned. He stopped the palm that was about to hit and stopped in the air. Two people had already walked out of the audience in the distance, one was the left-handed sword and the other was Xiaodai. As the deputy leader of Feiyanlin, they had taken two steps each, just like the golden ring sword that wanted to protect the Great Sword God before. The hand of the left-handed sword had been pressed on the hilt. People believe that if Yun Zhonglong had hit it, the left-handed sword would definitely be drawn out of the sheath.

Even though he was more than ten meters away, no one dared to ignore the power of the sword drawing technique. Although Yun Zhonglong was not afraid, he was unwilling to take this risk. He turned his back to the two of them and looked at Nan Feiyan and said, "Feiyan Gang leader, do you want to come again?"

Nan Feiyan's face was a little pale after vomiting blood, but there was a trace of sick red on her cheeks, which made her look much more beautiful. Facing Yun Zhonglong's words, she stayed for a while, as if she was thinking about a difficult question, and as if she was blank in her mind. After a long time, a hint of depression flashed in her eyes, and she finally shook her head and waved her hands at the two of them.

"Don't come up, this is a fight between the four masters!"

"But", the left hand said, "Your injury..."

Nan Feiyan smiled, but she put her hands together on both sides of her body and stood up straight. Everyone also said "Oh". This action had a very obvious tendency. Could it be that she was about to give up?

"I am not a person who is unreasonable and nonsense?" She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. When she said this, her tone was both disappointed and relieved. "After these thirty moves, I knew that I was not your opponent. Comparing palm power and internal power, I was not as good as you! Master Yun Gang, I lost this game."

Although everyone was mentally prepared before, when Nan Feiyan admitted his failure, people's mood was still very complicated. Nan Feiyan admitted defeat too quickly. Before, the Great Sword God and Yun Zhonglong fought hundreds of moves, and the author also deceived several chapters of text before fooling him. However, the fight between Nan Feiyan and Yun Zhonglong ended in less than a stick of incense, and the contrast between them was too great. This made everyone who was preparing to watch the show still unsatisfied.

But thinking about it, if the earth-shaking fight had to last for hundreds of rounds, how could the internal strength hold on? But there was a cheer from the Huashan Sect, because Yun Zhonglong won again, and then he only needed to defeat figs again. Yun Zhonglong would become the first martial arts leader in history and the number one player in martial arts! How could the entire Huashan Sect not be excited?

Even the miserable A Fei and others were a little excited. Regardless of his relationship with Yun Zhonglong and Huashan Sect, being able to witness an upcoming historic moment is also an experience. However, all this depends on the performance of the last four-time player present. If the Great Sword God wins the fig, there is naturally nothing to say. If the fig wins, wouldn’t everything have to be fought over again?

However, Nan Feiyan bowed to Yun Zhonglong, bit her lip, and slowly returned to her seat accompanied by two deputy gang leaders. When she passed by the fig, she turned her head and smiled slightly, saying, "I can only see you."

The corner of fig's mouth was raised and she didn't know how to respond to this sentence.

Yun Zhonglong took another Jiuhua Yulu Pill, and he was still standing and recovering his internal strength. However, the fig didn't wait too long. He stepped forward two steps and bowed to Yun Zhonglong three or four meters away from Yun Zhonglong. The audience was immediately in an uproar. What did the fig want to do? Could it be that he was going to do it now? This is not in line with the rules of the world!
Chapter completed!