After Ye Feng hit the first surge of the Thai Emperor's Four Styles, Mr. Mo Da felt that he was caught in a vast ocean, and Ye Feng's fist strength was full in all directions.

How did Mr. Mo Da know that Ye Feng's surge had been refined to the sevenfold wave, and each surge would be superimposed with the power of the previous wave, so that when it reached the seventh wave, the cumulative power would be ten times that of the first wave.

Mr. Mo's face was slightly pale, and a little bead of sweat oozed from his forehead, feeling Ye Feng's fist strength, wave after wave, wave after wave, so high that he couldn't breathe, and almost collapsed.

He had to withdraw his fist to dodge, and he didn't dare to catch Ye Feng's fist again.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, Mr. Mo Da was fighting wonderfully, and the Wind Thunder God fist was unstoppable, but when he fought against Ye Feng, he escaped like an electric shock, which was incomprehensible.

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth outlined a teasing smile, and another punch surged in, causing Mr. Mo Da to dodge in a hurry.

aroused the cries of onlookers.

Outsiders can't feel the strong pressure that Mr. Mo Da encountered, and they can't feel the overwhelming stamina of the first form of the Thai Emperor's four blows.

Surge is not so much a move as a method of transport, a different kind of martial arts.

Superimposing the surge to the seventh wave was something that Ye Feng had only recently figured out.

Ever since he encountered that strange black shadow in the cave, the instrument spirit left by the ancient demon clan in the world, Ye Feng has never forgotten the kind of fear that he didn't even dare to have the idea of resisting, that kind of spiritual crushing.

This world seems to be calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent, if it weren't for the critical moment, the godhead automatically triggered the battle intent, and played the fourth of the four styles of the Thai Emperor, I am afraid that the current top of Huashan would have been full of corpses.

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

In case the Ancient Demon Clan returned to the human world, the current Ancient Martial Realm forces alone would not be able to compete with it at all, he hoped that that day would not come, but if that day really came, he had to make all preparations.

He has been studying the Emperor of Thailand's Four Strikes these days, this ancient god clan's mastery, mysterious and mysterious, although he has learned the basic moves, there are still many places to be discovered.

He can now train the surge to the seventh level, which is beyond Mr. Moda's resistance, but the seventh surge is not the limit, and he can still practice to the ninth level, or even more.

He felt that any martial arts was like this kind of surge, there was no limit, it was endless.

Chongxu Daoist whispered to Zen Master Zhikong: "This kid's swordsmanship is exquisite, and his fist moves are mediocre, why doesn't Mr. Mo dare to take it?"

"Amitabha, I don't feel that there is any subtlety in his boxing technique, the Wind and Thunder God Fist is a famous boxing method in Fang Cun Mountain, why does Mr. Mo always dodge, is he deliberately letting this kid be?"

Jiang Yixue and the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace have always been holding on to their hearts, Ye Feng has always been suppressed by Mr. Mo, but like Xiao Qiang, who can't be killed, he has been struggling in the shadow of his fist with Luo Yanbu, and at the critical moment, a random blow made Mr. Mo Da fearful, thus gaining the upper hand.

The situation on the field reversed, making the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace cheer happily together.

"Come on, Sect Master. ”

"Brother Ye, come on. You're going to win. ”

This Guwu Great Contest against the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace was a kind of exercise for Ye Feng, and no matter whether he won or lost, he gained very valuable experience.

Ye Feng had always wanted to try the power of the multiple surges he had just practiced, and today he finally found a suitable opponent, and he also discovered that this multiple surge had the biggest drawback.

The frequency of multiple surge attacks is a bit slow, from the first to the seventh, it takes a breath and a breath, if the frequency is a little faster, the instant surge is seven, and Mr. Mo Da may have no chance to dodge if he wants to.

It is not so easy to increase the frequency of attacks, Ye Feng has been thinking about it for a day, but he has not found a good way, but now fighting against Mr. Mo Da, a spiritual light flashed through his mind, making him suddenly think of a way to speed up the frequency of the surge.

This is thanks to Mr. Mo, without the help of his supernatural Wind and Thunder God Fist, he would not have found a way to increase the frequency of surge attacks.

Ye Feng changed the angle of his punch, strengthened the power of the first surge, and shouted excitedly: "Another surge." ”

Boom, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the arena, and it was like a storm crashing on the shore, and waves of coercion that was difficult to see with the naked eye surrounded Mr. Mo Da.

"Nine surges. ”

Every time a surge is raised, the power is increased by geometric multiples, and when the surge is increased to nine, the power of Ye Feng's surge is already twenty times that of the first one.

Moreover, the frequency of surge attacks was also doubled, Mr. Mo Da thought that he could dodge Ye Feng's fists like the previous times, but he didn't expect that the waves of punches were several times faster than the original.

He felt that no matter which direction he hid, he couldn't escape, so he had to grit his teeth and move the Wind Thunder God Fist to the limit, the wind and thunder surged, and he took Ye Feng's punch.

He felt that all directions were full of turbulent waves, and he hit like raindrops, and the strength of his Wind and Thunder God Fist was shattered as soon as he made contact.

One after another potentials were like a raging storm, impacting his internal defense, especially the most wave of fist strength, making him feel a fear of the sky falling apart.

Unable to do so, he slowly closed his eyes and accepted defeat calmly.

I heard a buzzing sound, and the internal defense score collapsed, but I didn't feel the pain, everything was calm, and even the spectators outside the arena were silent.

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

Ye Feng put away his fists and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo, why didn't you fight, did you deliberately let me win?"

Mr. Mo smiled bitterly in his heart, but it was not that he would not fight, but that he had no strength to fight again.

He knew that it was Ye Feng who finally withdrew his fist strength and left a little dignity for himself.

Although defeated, Mo Da did not have any resentment in his heart, and he was convinced.

He was even more amazed at Ye Feng's strange boxing technique, which was different from the boxing techniques he had ever seen, and the punching strength could be stacked one by one, which was unguardable.

"Brother Ye, you're joking, how can I be qualified to let you, it's you who let me. I'm so willing to bow down, you won this one. ”

After speaking, Mr. Mo Da strode away from the arena.

Elder Lu announced that Mr. Fang Cunshan Mo Da had failed in the challenge, and Ye Feng was still the champion.

The cheers of the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace came from outside the field: "We won, Brother Ye won again." ”

"Brother Ye is still the champion. ”

"Brother Ye, come on. ”

Chongxu Dao Chang and Zhikong Zen Master glanced at each other, their eyes were complicated, surprised, confused, worried, they all made a decision, wait a while, if they come on the field to challenge Ye Feng, they must use weapons, and never fight with Ye Feng empty-handed.

(End of chapter)