Chapter 1170

After Ye Feng made the first surge of the fourth Thai style, Mr. Mo Da felt that he was trapped in a vast ocean, full of Ye Feng's fist strength in all directions.

How can Mr. Mo Da know that Ye Feng's surge has been tempered to seven waves. Each surge will be superimposed with the previous wave's strength, and even to the seventh surge, the accumulated power will be ten times of the first surge.

Mr. Mo Da's face was pale, and a little sweat was oozing out of his forehead. He felt the power of Ye Feng's fist, which made him breathless and almost collapsed.

He had to close his fists and dodge, and did not dare to pick up Ye Feng's fist.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, Mr. Mo Da is playing wonderfully, and the wind and thunder fist is unstoppable. However, the fight with Ye Feng is like an electric shock, which is incomprehensible.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth outlined a teaser's smile, and another blow surged to make Mr. Mo Da dodge in a hurry.

It caused the exclamation of the onlookers.

The outsider is unable to feel the strong pressure that Mr. Moda encountered. He could not feel the first form of the four strikes of the emperor of Thailand, and the overwhelming aftereffect.

Surge is not so much a move as a method of transportation and a unique martial art.

It is Ye Feng's idea to stack the surge to the seventh wave.

Ever since he met the strange black shadow in the cave, Ye Feng has never forgotten the spirit of the world left by the archaic demons. He is afraid of the idea of resistance and the crushing of spirit.

The world looks calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent. If it wasn't for the critical moment, the divinity automatically triggered the intention of war, and the fourth form of the four forms of the emperor of Thailand would have been everywhere on the top of Mount Hua.

After that day, Ye Feng realized that his strength was still very weak and needed to improve his cultivation.

If he could not return to the ancient world, he would not be able to fight against the ancient world if he could not.

These days, he is studying the four strikes of the emperor of Thailand, a unique skill of the archaic Protoss. Although he has learned the basic moves, there are still many places to be explored.

He can now train the surge to seven, which has made Mr. Mo Da unable to resist. But the seventh surge is not the limit. He can also train to the ninth or even more.

He feels that any martial arts is like this surge, which is unlimited and endless.

Taoist priest Chong Xu murmured to Zen master Zhikong in a low voice: "the boy's swordsmanship is exquisite and his boxing moves are ordinary. Why doesn't Mr. Mo dare to take it?"

"Amitabha! I don't feel that his boxing skills are exquisite. Fenglei Shenquan is a famous boxing skill of fangcunshan. Why does Mr. Mo always dodge? Is he deliberately letting this boy

Jiang Yixue and the disciples of the Yihua palace have been holding their hearts. Ye Feng has been suppressed by Mr. Mo da. However, he is like an immortal Xiaoqiang. He has been struggling in the shadow of boxing with Luo Yanbu. At the critical moment, he makes a random attack, which makes Mr. Mo afraid and gets the upper hand.

The situation reversed on the field, so that the disciples of yihuagong cheered happily together.

"Lord, come on."

"Come on, brother Ye. You can win. "

The comparison of guwu university with the disciples of yihuagong is a kind of exercise for Ye Feng. He has gained very valuable experience no matter whether he wins or loses.

Ye Feng has always wanted to try his own practice of multiple surge power how, today finally found the right opponent, also found that this move multiple surge has a biggest shortcoming.

The frequency of multiple surge attacks is a little slow. From the first hit to the seventh, it takes one breath and one breath. If the frequency is faster, there will be seven surges in an instant. I'm afraid Mr. Mo has no chance to dodge.

Mr. Mao has found a way to speed up the attack, but Mr. Mao has not thought of a good way to increase the frequency of attack.

Thanks to Mr. Mo Da, without the help of his superb wind and thunder fist, we would not have found a way to increase the frequency of surge attack.

Ye Feng changed the angle of his fist, strengthened the strength of the first surge, and exclaimed excitedly: "another surge in one form."

Bang, the faint wind and thunder came from the competition field, and like the waves of surf, waves of invisible pressure surrounded Mr. Mo da.

"Nine surge."

When the surge is raised to nine, the power of Ye Feng's surge is 20 times that of the first surge.

Moreover, the attack frequency of the surge was twice as fast. Mr. Mo thought he could escape from Ye Feng's fist as he had done several times before. Unexpectedly, one of the waves was several times faster than before.

He felt that no matter which direction he was hiding, he could not escape. He had to bite his teeth and carry the wind and thunder fist to the limit. The wind and thunder surged, and he took Ye Feng's fist.

He felt that all directions were full of stormy strength, like raindrops, and the power of his wind and thunder fist was shattered as soon as he touched it.His internal defense, especially the most powerful fist, made him feel a kind of fear of collapse.

He could not help but slowly closed his eyes, calmly accept the failure.

I heard a hum, the internal defense fell apart, but I didn't feel the pain. Everything was calm, even the audience outside the stadium were silent.

He slowly opened his eyes, Ye Feng's fist from his chest only a little distance.

Ye Feng put up his fist and said with a smile, "Mr. Mo Da, why don't you fight, do you mean to let me win?"

Mr. Mo Da grinned bitterly in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to fight again.

He knew it was Ye Feng who finally took back his fist strength and left himself a little dignity.

Although defeated, the great heart did not have a bit of resentment, convinced.

He was even more surprised that Ye Feng's strange boxing skills were different from those he had seen. His fist strength could be stacked one by one, making it impossible to defend.

"Brother ye, you're joking. I'm not qualified to let you. You let me. I'm willing to give up. You've won this one. "

With that, Mr. Mo Da left the arena in a big stride.

Mr. Lu announced that Mr. Fang cunshan's challenge failed, and Ye Feng was still the champion.

Outside the field came the cheers of the disciples of the Yihua Palace: "we won, and brother Ye won again."

"Brother Ye is still the champion."

"Brother ye, come on."

Taoist priest Chongxu and Zen master Zhikong look at each other with complicated eyes, surprise, doubt and worry. They all make a decision. If they challenge Ye Feng later, they must use weapons, and never fight with Ye Feng empty handed.