"You have two choices now. One is to admit defeat. The elder of the Yin-Yang Holy Land who is watching the battle will never stand by. Under his protection, you will definitely be fine." The most page finally spoke at this time, "And the second choice is to use the Kunpeng Fist with all your strength. With your strength now, it is very likely that you will block her sword, but you will definitely be backfired by the Kunpeng Fist and be seriously injured."

"Fight!" Without any hesitation, Wang Peng's mind tensed up and was about to activate Kunpeng Fist. After he traveled here, almost no one really faced the crisis of life and death, which was extremely unfavorable to his future cultivation. If he wanted to overcome this, then now might be an opportunity.

Thinking of this, Wang Peng blinked, and the dark spiritual energy immediately emanated from his body, spreading everywhere in his body, and then under the control of his mind, it quickly gathered on his right fist.

Then, his right hand expanded slightly, and the rich ink-colored spiritual energy at this time faintly turned into a millstone-sized Kunpeng, wrapping his right hand, and exuding a terrifying aura that hits the world.

"Kunpeng Fist!" Under the ring, Elder Lei's face was full of incredible expressions. Kunpeng Fist is a rare killing magical power in the world, and it is also a magical power left by the founder of the Yin-Yang Holy Land. Few people can understand it. Wang Peng has only recently joined the Holy Land. How could he have this magical power!

And this is not the thing that shocked him the most. After all, the holy land has existed for so many years and has been replaced by disciples for countless generations. It is normal that the remnants of Kunpeng Fist have been circulated.

What shocked him the most was the power contained in Wang Peng's punch!

Although Wang Peng's punch was hidden but not exerted, his eyesight and perception were so sharp. Wang Peng's punch faintly distorted the surrounding void. It would take at least 50,000 yuan to achieve this! With such a powerful force, most extraordinary warriors in the upper realm could not fight!

But Wang Peng is still just a spiritual realm.

Seeing this, he also gave up his plan to save Wang Peng. It seems that the winner of this duel is not necessarily Zhao Luo.

Of course, Zhao Luo also brought him a lot of surprises, but he could not compare with Wang Peng and was covered by his light.

Everything was a long story, but in fact, only a moment had passed. The ten-meter-long horse stern had rushed to Wang Peng's front. The terrible wave of air lifted up his hair and wrinkled his clothes.

The next moment, Wang Peng finally hit his right fist hard, and the ink-colored Kunpeng wrapped his fists rushed out instantly at this moment, like a black missile.

boom!

The moment the fist rushed forward, the terrible power contained in the fist began to slowly vent, causing the void to sink, and accompanied by the sound of deafening sounds, it continued to spread forward, giving birth to a vacuum fist.

His original strength increased by 10,000 out of thin air due to the signing of a contract with the Dragon Vein Spirit. With his original strength of tens of thousands, his original strength exploded with the Kunpeng Fist. This power can be imagined.

In less than a blink of an eye, the sword energy was in contact with Wang Peng's fist. The moment the two came into contact, no deafening sound burst out, and it showed a strange tranquility.

The sword energy and the ink-colored Kunpeng above Wang Peng's fist were destroying each other and devouring each other. It looked like two ancient beasts were fighting fiercely against each other, never ending.

Not far away, Zhao Luo looked at the two powerful balls of energy that had been stalemate, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes immediately.

Obviously she didn't expect that Wang Peng had such powerful means, and her confidence in her heart couldn't help but fade a little.

The next moment, Wang Peng's muscles squirmed, and the spiritual energy in his body gathered wildly into his right fist. The Kunpeng, which appeared on the fist, immediately became even bigger. Kunpeng spread his wings, and his powerful force finally forced the sword energy to retreat a lot.

This scene fell in Wang Peng's eyes, which immediately shocked him. Zhao Luo used all his strength to use this exercise, and now most of the power of the sword energy was eroded. As long as he persisted for a while, victory would belong to him!

"Senior Brother Wang Peng is indeed not simple. He actually hides such powerful means!"

"Yes, I wonder if Senior Brother Wang Peng has other hidden means..."

The disciples below the ring were talking, and a look of awe appeared in their eyes when they looked at Wang Peng. Before that, they had only heard that Wang Peng was very powerful, but after all, they had never seen it with their own eyes, but now it is different...

After the sword energy collapsed, Wang Peng planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue it. The force in his hand increased a little, which made the sword energy completely collapse in an instant, turning into a few auras and disappearing.

The sword energy was connected to Zhao Luo's mind, and she was also affected at this moment. A mouthful of blood gushed out, dyeing the collar in front of her red.

At the same time, after Wang Peng restrained his spiritual energy, he felt a sense of weakness in his whole body, as if his body had been hollowed out. If he had not died, his willpower would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

Kunpeng True Fist is indeed very powerful, but his level is too low now. Although it is powerful when used, it has great sequelae. From now on, it will take at least one day before he can recover.

"You won." Looking at Wang Peng who was still standing straight, even though he felt that his condition was not good at this time, Zhao Luo had no intention of continuing to take action. After saying this calmly, she put away the sword in her hand, turned slowly, and walked off the arena without any nostalgia.

In fact, if she forces her to take action, the probability of her and Wang Peng winning is still 50% but she doesn't want to continue like this.

She participated in the duel just to hone herself. If she wanted to be at a high level, with her current strength, she would definitely be ranked among the top 1,000.

After Zhao Luo turned around and walked off the ring, the outcome of this duel was decided.

"Congratulations to the true disciple Wang Peng for defeating the core disciple Zhao Luo, the rankings from 10,000 to 5,000. Special rewards for the disciples with 5,000 points. I hope to continue working hard." At this moment, Elder Lei, who was watching the game under the ring, flashed, appeared on the ring, and spoke slowly.

However, there was no look of excitement on Wang Peng's face. Some were just solemn and thoughtful. A core disciple in the Yin-Yang Holy Land had such strength. What about other holy lands? In addition to the complete enlightenment that was even more evil than monsters, there were many geniuses he had never known about.

"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Wang!" Some fanatical disciples began to shout loudly, and the excitement here was quite strong for a moment.

In addition, most of the disciples have begun to prepare to leave the Third Hall. Today's duel was unexpectedly exciting, and they want to bring this news out as soon as possible.

"By the way, Junior Brother Wang, what's the name of the boxing you used before? Who did you learn it from?" Suddenly, Elder Lei's eyes shifted from the disciples below the stage to Wang Peng.
Chapter completed!