History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 171. Chapter 170 169. A well-deserved reputation (9 more, continuous explosion!)

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As the leader of the younger generation of Bihai City and one of the four sons of the world, Song Chao also has his own pride and self-confidence.

He really wanted to compete with Tang Yonghao.

If it weren’t for Tang Yonghao and Xu Fei, there would be a battle, Song Chao and Tang Yonghao would have a good fight.

And now, he had no intention of taking advantage of Tang Yonghao.

If the fight with him is too exhausting, it will seriously affect the battle between Tang Yonghao and Xu Fei. Just such a worry may invisibly make Tang Yonghao fall into a disadvantage.

Very often, the strong fight each other to fight for the first line.

Song Chao had no intention of taking advantage of Tang Yonghao, and it was even more impossible to use such a move as the Da Ri Shengzong disciple said.

Seeing Tang Yonghao’s promise, Song Chao nodded, “Please advise.”

After all, he shot Tang Yonghao with a palm, and the qi surge turned into a world of illusion.

It’s just that as a martial artist in the realm of heaven, the illusory world transformed by Song Chao Gang Qi is more real and condensed than the innate martial artist.

Not only Tang Yonghao, who was facing the front, but also Yan Zhaoge and other spectators, there seemed to be huge waves in front of them, and they were heading towards him.

In the eyes, the vast sea, boundless, the sound of waves in the ears, tsunami and landslides.

Tang Yonghao faced this scene, and the two middle fingers of his right finger stood side by side like a sword.

A golden sword light like the rising sun suddenly appeared, and the hot and warm atmosphere like the sun immediately enveloped everyone.

The Divine Sect of the Great Sun

Yan Zhaoge’s eyes flashed, and he looked up slightly.

I saw the clouds and mist scattered above, and there was faint sunlight streaming out and falling from the clouds.

At Tang Yonghao’s fingertips, the light skyrocketed, as if something powerful was being gestated, and the sunlight in the sky above his head also crazily converged towards Tang Yonghao’s fingertips!

In an instant, the light became more and more radiant, like a rising sun.

The pale golden rising sun exudes infinite heat, and there seems to be two suns faintly appearing between the sky and the earth, one above the sky above the head, and one in front of everyone.

The sword light was originally like the dawn of the rising sun, soft but not weak, but not strong.

But when the sunlight touched the sea transformed by Song Chaogang gas, countless shining, dazzling rays, like needle-pointed wheat, like thin needles, burst into a cloud of light and scattered toward the surroundings.

As soon as each golden millet hits the surrounding ocean tide, it explodes violently.

Continuous explosion! Endless explosions!

The collision of billions of golden rays with the endless sea exploded!

The sea is like a dark cloud dispelled by the sun, rolling and retreating, fragmented, and finally turned into endless drops of water like a torrential rain.

Then each drop of water was pierced by the golden halo, bursting one after another, and finally disappeared without a trace!

Just like the water on the ground, all evaporated under sunlight.

Tang Yonghao took the sword and stood, looking at Song Chao, and said sincerely: “Song Brother, accept.”

Song Chao did not take advantage of him. To be precise, the consumption of qi and physical strength between the two was almost negligible, and it was more about the changes in the style of competition and the comprehension and understanding of the martial arts artistic conception.

If it is a desperate fight, it is far from a single trick that can tell the winner or loser.

Song Chao retracted his palm and sighed, “I still lose you.”

He shook his head, turned and walked away, and sat cross-legged directly on the edge of the floating island, which obviously meant to be a bystander. The next Tongtian League had no plans to continue participating.

Tang Yonghao arched his hand to him, then turned his head to look at Xu Fei and said, “Senior Brother Xu has been waiting for a long time, and Senior Brother Mengsong gives in. The battle between you and me will proceed as usual. I don’t have to consume much, and there is no need to adjust the interest rate. Let’s just start.”

Xu Fei was holding a leather pouch in his hand, and a strong aroma of wine emerged from it. When Tang Yonghao and Song Chao fought, they drank.

At this moment, he raised his head and drank the last sip of strong alcohol, hung his skin bag back to his waist, stretched out his hand and wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: “Although you had only one trick with Brother Song, it also showed me many ways, especially for you. Now I have an understanding of the cultivation base.”

“You are upright, I don’t take advantage of you.”

After that, Xu Fei stretched out his palm and pushed forward flatly.

Under a palm, the breath enveloped the four directions like a sky, and the earth carried the eight poles.

The palm is awkward and simple, and even looks a bit simple and cumbersome, but it is magnificent, as if it contains infinite mysteries!

As soon as this palm came out, all the congenital warriors on the scene lit up in front of them.

It is well known in the world that although Xu Fei has a heroic temperament and is different from Shi Tie, his martial arts training is the same way.

Unlike Shi Tie’s practice of the Vajra body, Xu Fei’s choice is another unique school of Taishang Baji, the Daxuan Yellow Sword Style.

For many years as a day, Xu Fei did not practice other Guangcheng unique skills, and concentrated on practicing the Daxuan Yellow Sword Style. His accomplishments in this martial art are well deserved to be the first person in the realm of Grandmasters. Many of the great masters of the same discipline are not as good as him.

But today, Xu Fei didn’t use the Daxuan Yellow Sword Pose, and the composition, reasoning and artistic conception he displayed was in the same line as the Daxuan Yellow Sword Pose, but they were not the same.

It’s not simply turning the sword’s intent into a palm, or changing a sword stroke into a palm, let alone using the palm to use the sword.

With the eyesight of Yan Zhaoge and others, it can be seen that although Xu Fei’s palms are still relatively primitive and simple, it is clear that they are innovating from the old and bringing forth the new in the Daxuan Huangjian style, which makes a change.

This is a brand new martial arts, belonging to Xu Fei’s own martial arts!

Although it is not complete right now, the potential is amazing.

Ahu murmured to himself: “If Phinee continues to develop his palm skills and perfect his skills, Guangcheng Mountain will probably have the ninth pole in the future.”

Xu Fei stood with the palm of his hand, looked at Tang Yonghao, and smiled freely: “The little trick I thought about in my spare time made everyone laugh. Although it is still difficult to enter the eyes of the Fang family, Brother Tang, I can use both sword and palm. One source of martial arts can form a union.”

Tang Yonghao nodded seriously: “Thank you Brother Xu for reminding me.”

After the two held fists face to face, Tang Yonghao waved his hand, and a golden sword appeared in his palm.

Xu Fei stretched out his hand and fished behind him, and a black broadsword dragon groaned out of its sheath and fell into his hand.

As soon as the two unfolded the Daxuan Yellow Sword Pose, as soon as they unfolded the Dawn Sword, they immediately fought together.

The Tongtian League has just begun, and it may be the highest level competition, and it will begin.

Yan Zhaoge watched Xu Fei and Tang Yonghao fighting each other with swords, and could not help but nod again and again: “They are all well-deserved.”

He turned his head and looked in the other direction, where the other Da Ri Shengzong disciples were all watching the battle nervously. There was only one person whose expression was always the same, without the slightest change, as if quiet as if it did not exist.

Prince Pu Zhao, Huang Jie.