Qin Hao said lightly, he had to compare the two again, as if his expression was noble.

But Dongfang Xiong and Wang Zihao's faces were not good-looking, they were so angry that they almost vomited blood.

The current situation is obvious, even if he gives Chasing Wind another chance, he is not Ouyang Hai's opponent at all, it is obvious that Qin Hao is deliberately slapping them in the face.

It's like an adult beating a child, it's useless to give a child a hundred chances, and he will only be slapped over by an adult.

The final result can only be self-inflicted humiliation, and the aura of the six consecutive victories just now will disappear, in exchange for endless ridicule and ridicule.

Wang Zihao and others were as uncomfortable as eating flies, and they didn't know how to deal with this matter.

If they don't continue to compare, they will lose, and if they don't compare, they won't be able to beat, and they will lose bigger people in the end.

"The jury, I personally think that the competition just now lacks fairness, and my brother is also invincible, and I hope to give Chasing Wind another chance. ”

Qin Hao raised his hand to the jury: "Mr. Dongfang is right, people must lose, and if they win, they must win fairness and justice, we can't take advantage of others!"

The girl in the sundress was furious: "What's it, it's really not human, this is clearly insulting the wind!"

The girl in the cool suit also felt that Qin Hao was too talkative, and she didn't know what kind of medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.

"Ouyang Hai, go back, compare with him again, let him order this time. ”

Qin Hao asked Ouyang Hai to retreat three meters, and waved to the rostrum: "That judge, the weapon chasing the wind is damaged, give him a new one." ”

Seeing Qin Hao so naughty, the audience at the scene also talked a lot, and Chasing Feng was also quite depressed, he was so angry that he almost fell ill, feeling that his face was swollen.

The referee and Wang Zihao both looked at Dongfang Xiong, and the people of the jury were also waiting for his attitude.

"Okay, okay, meet your requirements. ”

Dongfang Xiong felt that his old face was beaten painfully, but this is also an opportunity, since he is shameless, let's carry out the shamelessness to the end.

Just give the wind a chance to turn the tables again, maybe you can win this time, no matter what, you can't let Qin Hao succeed.

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly shouted: "Seventh round, start again." ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone present was suddenly disappointed, and the members of the jury also shook their heads, questioning Dongfang Xiong's authority.

This is exactly what Qin Hao wants, the so-called killing and punishing the heart, killing is chasing the wind, and punishing Dongfang Xiong.

He not only wanted Ouyang Hai to defeat Chasing the Wind, but also made Dongfang Xiong the laughing stock of everyone.

Wang Zihao had to send an arrow on the string, and he waved his hand at Chasing the wind: "Play well!"

He had his men deliver a sword, as well as a suit of armor and arm guards.

Chasing the wind's face was full of confusion, and he put on his armor and arm guards in embarrassment, and at the same time took the sword.

As soon as the war knife was in his hands, Chasing Wind instantly recovered his state, and he became the fierce warrior who killed all directions.

Since he broke into the rivers and lakes, he has never encountered this kind of thing, and he was slapped in the face even if he was defeated.

Ouyang Hai, a teenager who looked emaciated, actually beat him, and he didn't have the strength to fight back, and his little life was almost thrown here.

His name is chasing the wind, his hands are stained with blood, but he is in the top fifty people on the killer list, but Ouyang Hai has repeatedly suffered losses in his hands!

If this matter is to be spread, it will be a loss to the adult, and how can there be business to take in the future, and the master's face will also be lost.

In the expectant gaze of everyone, Chasing Feng straightened his body, his state seemed to be possessed by a demon god, and his whole body was full of murderous aura, like a wild beast that came out of the sea of blood.

One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and chasing the wind is that general.

His body was awe-inspiring, his body was surrounded by body protection, his clothes were blown up, and his gloomy eyes made people feel cold all over his body.

Everyone found out that Chasing Wind was completely enraged by Ouyang Hai, and his small universe was about to explode.

"Chasing the wind is mighty, the wind of the king!"

The girl in the sundress began to laugh at herself again: "This time that guy is dead, let him put a fork there." ”

The girl in the cool suit also squinted her eyes, feeling that Qin Hao's outfit was too big.

The host picked up the microphone and struck the gong with his right hand: "Seventh round, start." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of chasing the wind moved as fast as lightning.

He took the war knife and hooked it, and the broken sword on the ground was shattered into pieces by the internal force, and then with a swing of the knife, those fragments shot towards Ouyang Hai like sharp arrows.

At the same time, he tapped his toes on the ground, and his knife flew forward.

"Whoosh-" The speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen, and the realm had already been united with human swords.

The sword light is like Mount Tai pressing the top, the fragments are like a hundred birds entering the forest, and the moves are full of deadly killing intent.

All of Ouyang Hai's retreats were blocked! Under this blow, there was no blind spot to dodge.

Precise and overwhelming.

Hu Ling couldn't stop shouting: "Shameless!"

The girl in the sundress clung to the railing tightly with both hands, and she shouted, "Come on, chase the wind, kill him." ”

"Kill!"

Just when the move of chasing the wind was about to succeed, Ouyang Hai suddenly let out a low roar, and the iron sword in his hand waved instantly.

A sword swinged.

An invisible sword aura enveloped the entire ring, and it formed a protective layer in front of Ouyang, faintly flashing with blue light.

The fragments that shot past collided with this protective layer, and they all clanged and fell to the ground, and the chain of knife shadows cut by the wind disappeared without a trace.

Chasing Feng was shocked, seeing Ouyang Hai swinging his sword, he subconsciously turned his wrist and used the war knife to block the opponent's attack.

The audience also watched intently, staring at Ouyang Hai's sword in amazement.

Although the move looks very ordinary, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if you get hit, there is only one way to die.

"Dang!"

The sword and the iron sword collided, and the sword suddenly shattered and scattered, and the powerful impact force shattered the armguard.

Ouyang Hai stabbed with his sword, and he slid along Chasing Wind's arm, stabbing at Chasing Wind's heart with incomparable precision.

"What?"

Chasing the wind was shocked, and he hurriedly dodged and sprinted backwards with ten times the speed.

Just a dozen meters out in an instant.

"Whoosh-" Ouyang Hai's momentum was unabated, his sword aura skyrocketed, and his body floated in the air like a cannonball and blasted towards the wind.

Chasing the wind had retreated to a dead end, and his pupils were full of white sword light.

This sword, which contains the truth of the simplicity of the Great Dao, carries endless blood and anger, as if it is the return of the ancient battlefield that has shaken away, and shoots out from the time channel.

People block killing, Buddha blocks **.

"What?"

The audience at the scene was boiling, they had never seen such a magical swordsmanship, even Dongfang Xiong couldn't sit still, he trembled and said to himself: "A sword drifting snow?"

He saw the origin of Ouyang Hai's swordsmanship, which was the legendary ancient martial arts, and the successor had disappeared for many years.

"Pounce!"

Just when Chasing Feng wanted to move his body, he found a bloody light in front of him, and his thinking and consciousness couldn't help but stagnate.

By the time he reacted, Ouyang Hai's sword had already pierced his throat.

He grabbed the blade of the sword with one hand, and stretched out his hand to grab Ouyang Hai's neck, but he couldn't exert any strength in his hand, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

The last thing Chasing Feng saw was those cold eyes, and the blood flowing down the sword.

He is not convinced, he is unwilling, but what can this be, everything has come to an end, and no one can undo it.

"Ahh

Blood spurted down the wound on his throat and spurted out a meter high, making the entire venue look extremely terrifying.

Death is not blind, those empty eyes are still helpless and unwilling, he didn't understand until he died, why this young swordsman was so powerful, why he died in the hands of this little man.

Everyone didn't expect that the three opportunities to chase the wind were not grasped, and each time they were hanged and beaten.

The audience was in an uproar.

Although everyone had some knowledge of Ouyang Hai's skills and was mentally prepared, this was still too unexpected, he just killed Chasing Feng with a light sword, which was easier than killing a dog.

This sword is really beyond the imagination of ordinary people, too brave and domineering, it is simply not human!

"I said big brother, what are you doing here!"

"Why don't you let people go at all......

Qin Hao jumped out again and said cool words: "I told you to let him, why are you disobedient, do it again, this game is not ......"

The on-site audience laughed, they felt that Qin Hao could really find something to do, what was it compared to everyone being stabbed to death?

The girl in the sundress was so angry that she slammed a few wine bottles, gritted her teeth and said, "This man must be killed, I think he will be unhappy......"

In the seventh round, Jiang Cheng won. ”

Qin Hao was still shouting at the bottom, but Dongfang Xiong stood up impatiently and shouted: "This game doesn't need to be compared anymore, it's over here." ”

Even if he and Wang Zihao are shameless, there is no reason to ask for a new comparison, not to mention that Chasing the Wind has long been hung up, can they still let the dead stand up and compete?

But Qin Hao disagreed, he hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing, why don't you compare it again, the jury will come up with an opinion......"

Dongfang was so angry that he overturned the table, and he couldn't wait to strangle Qin Hao to death.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the host hurriedly announced: "In the seventh round, Jiang Cheng won." ”

Qin Hao saw that the purpose of slapping his face had been achieved, and his heart was suddenly refreshed, this Dongfang Xiong and Wang Zihao thought that they could control the overall situation, but they were slapped in the face one after another.

Now that this trump card is dead, look at what he is still arrogant and domineering.