"The Eastern Leopard of Mantis Boxing? I forgot to tell you, my Zheng Jiajun has a nickname called Blood Knife. It means that once the knife is out of the sheath, there is no blood and no return. Have you figured it out, can you reach out and put up this beam, can you continue to live?"

Hearing Zheng Jiajun say this, the black monkey Feng Quan frowned one by one, and said:

Zheng Jiajun is going to see blood, I don't know if Dongbao can withstand it.

But the words have already been spoken, and the people have also walked out, embarrassed to let the apprentice withdraw again. Feng Quan said with a hint of worry:

"Dongbao, take the guy, be careful. ”

Stretched out his hand and pulled out a mountain-opening thick back knife from his back, and turned it upside down, and the strong man Dongbao said indifferently:

"Master, don't worry, Dongbao, I haven't met a decent opponent since I broke through to internal strength, I'll take a good look at it today. ”

As he spoke, he stepped on the ground with both feet, and in the trembling of the floor, the two-meter-tall giant body slammed forward. With a sharp wave of his right hand, the door-like back knife swept towards the bloody knife Zheng Jiajun like a high-speed train.

"Hehe" sneered, Zheng Jiajun's body suddenly took three steps and rushed forward with lightning, returning to the original point in an instant, as if he had not left. At the moment when he flashed the knife behind the mountain, the sheathed long knife stabbed violently, heading straight for the giant man's chest.

The giant Han Dongbao was not expected to face Zheng Jiajun's flint-like speed, and he shook his wrist and arm in a hurry, and the strong power trembled into the Kaishan thick back knife. With a "buzzing" roar, the huge back of the knife smashed from top to bottom, trying to smash the sheathed long knife that was rushing forward.

But seeing the blood knife Zheng Jiajun sneered, the sheathed long knife suddenly pierced, and before the heavy back knife of Kaishan was smashed, it hung down.

With a cracking stabbing sound, the not-sharp tip of the sheathed long knife had been scraped in the middle of the chest of the giant Han Eastern Leopard, and the frightened giant Han Eastern Leopard suddenly retreated in the howl, wanting to avoid the danger of disemboweling.

But seeing the blood knife, Zheng Jiajun's left hand flashed like lightning, like a boring bullet, accurately hitting the last part of the handle of the sheathed long knife.

The momentum that appeared in an instant directly hit the sheathed long knife and accelerated forward suddenly, and in the sound of "poof", a one-inch-deep wound was cut on the chest of the giant Han Dongbao, and the red blood was like a mountain spring bursting out.

The giant Han Dong Leopard who was in sharp pain in an instant rolled and retreated backwards, and just after two moves, the giant Han Dong Leopard was almost disemboweled.

Although he avoided the fear of his life, he was seriously injured by this stab, and it was impossible to fight again.

Like a thunderbolt, "Stop!" suddenly spit out in the black monkey's mouthful.

He didn't expect that the big apprentice who had broken through to the primary level of internal strength would be defeated in two moves.

Of course, this is directly related to the lack of experience in fighting the giant Han Dongbao.

In the blink of an eye, the black monkey Feng Quanyi had already judged that the opponent's cultivation was at least above it. But the fight has already begun, and he is going to go up the ladder with his black monkey.

After the blood knife Zheng Jiajun succeeded in one move, he did not continue to chase and kill. After all, his goal is Wu Da, and he doesn't want to fight to the death for the people of the Mantis Fist who meddled in it, and forcing back is the best result.

The corners of Zheng Jiajun's mouth curled, and he said with a hint of a nonchalant smile:

"What's the matter, Master Feng, do you still want to intervene in the battle again? Do you think about it, I have already shown mercy to my subordinates just now, otherwise your apprentice can retire alive?"

The skin twitched slightly, and the cheeks that were originally as thin as oranges showed a wry smile, and the black monkey sealed all hands and arched:

"Master Zheng, good cultivation, thank you Master Zheng for your mercy. ”

Seeing that the big apprentice who invited the helper was instantly defeated in blood, Wu Da, who was watching the battle, suddenly turned black and blue, which was angry and frightened. The angry thing is that the helper apprentice he invited to help the fist has such a poor fighting level, and he was repelled with a look. What is scared is that looking at the situation, the black monkey has the intention of withdrawing.

Wu Da hurriedly opened his mouth to stop the conversation between the two black monkeys, "Master Feng, you have received a reward, you won't give up halfway, right?"

Regarding Wu Da's stopping words, the black monkey Feng Quanyi's eyes glared at Wu Da fiercely and said:

"Boss Wu, don't worry, since the remuneration has been received, I will give you an explanation. ”

Immediately, the black monkey Feng Quan looked at the blood knife Zheng Jiajun with an awe-inspiring face:

"Master Zheng, people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, before you came, I had already received the payment. The people in the rivers and lakes believe in the word first, I, the mantis fist under the door of Feng Quanyi, came to ask for advice. ”

"Hehe, it's easy to say, but the fists and feet are ruthless, the swords have no eyes, Master Feng, don't blame me for the bloody knife Zheng Jiajun if you hurt you. ”

"Don't worry, you and I will fight today, no matter how we win or lose, I will have no complaints in the mantis boxing. ”

The black monkey Feng Quanyi turned his head and instructed a few disciples under the door:

"Listen, a few of you, today's battle is between me and the bloody knife Zheng Jiajun, no matter whether you win or lose, you can't return to the master, and you are not allowed to seek revenge again. In this battle, life and death are in the sky. ”

After explaining, the black monkey Feng Quan stretched out his hand one by one and showed his unique weapon, the black steel monkey claw. But at the tip of the monkey's claw, which is about one meter long, five shining iron fingers are bent and stretched out like claws, and a gust of wind is brought up in the wave.

With a "cang", the blood knife Zheng Jiajun's sheathed long knife came out of its sheath, and a white practice flashed out of the sunlight shining in from the window, and the silk blood chain hidden in the white practice was like a demon with a protruding mouth and teeth, and it was breathtaking in the roar.

The scabbard flashed the knife, and the red and white blood knife shook and trembled in Zheng Jiajun's hand, causing a blood-red wave. Rolling upwards in the sprinkling, engulfing the figure of the black monkey in the white shadow plasma.

A series of crashing sounds were like fireworks in the first month, resounding densely and quickly in the hall on the third floor, and the two lightning-like figures crossed left and right, up and down, as if dozens of people were fighting together in an instant.

A series of claw slashes, black shadows and white clothes mingled, a gloomy and cold mass of silent light.

As soon as the black monkey and the blood knife fought each other, it was a life-and-death fight.

Peerless and ruthless flashes of tricks, as if it were a few seconds, maybe ten minutes, in the eyes of everyone, only saw the flying figures flashing in the air on the third floor.

When his eyes were still chasing the black shadow that had finally disappeared, the monkey paw had already reached Zheng Jiajun's body, and when his eyes were still looking for the end of the white curve in the air, the blood knife had already brought up a trace of blood.

Once they fought, the black monkey Feng Quanyi immediately felt the gap between the two.

It stands to reason that the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun and the Black Monkey Feng Quan are both internal strength and martial artists, and there should be little difference between victory and defeat.

But the experience and experience of the blood knife fighting between life and death all year round is not like the black monkey who cultivates daily.

Often before the black monkey has yet to perform the second move, the blood knife has already judged the direction that the monkey claw wants to attack, which is the empirical judgment of the fight.

If this process of fighting is followed, the defeat of the black monkey is only a difference in time.

Although he was prepared for defeat, the pride of a martial artist with great internal strength made the black monkey dare to fight for his life.

At the moment when the body rose into the air, the black monkey Feng Quan's eyes suddenly burst into tears, his feet and hands used each other, his limbs touched each other, and the originally thin and small monkey-like body rotated 360 degrees in reverse.

In the sound of the wind, the black monkey's limbs were fully opened, and with the rapid rotation turned into a violently rolling fan.

The chest is the fulcrum, the limbs are fan blades, and the monkey claws of black steel become the fastest sharp points of the fan blades, bringing up the black shadow above the blood knife.

In the middle of the call, the black fan suddenly fell, and the wind as sharp as a knife covered the blood knife with a slight.

And in the shrouded whiskers, the monkey claws of the black steel burst into flames, like the sun protruding from the ground in the early morning, emitting a cold light, and the condensation point of these black cold lights is the blood knife Zheng Jiajun.

In the face of the black monkey's desperate blow, Zheng Jiajun was as steady as Mount Tai and motionless, and the internal strength of his whole body sprayed into the blood knife endlessly, driving the blood on the knife to wander back and forth like a living swimming fish on the knife.

Raising his head up, he looked at it, his left hand was closed to his right hand, his hands were united, and he suddenly made a move of "splitting Huashan", but the knife momentum that was originally split from top to bottom turned into a reverse pick from bottom to top. this

But one force to reduce ten thousand laws, one move to break ten thousand styles, let you have thousands of troops, I will cut them with one sword.

After a loud "bump", Feng Quan's tumbling thin body rotated in the air. Every time the spinner spilled a little blood, it formed a firework in the air, but the price of this splendor was failure and helplessness.

Near the wall, the black monkey sealed the whole body to stop the tumbling figure, and a long scar from the top left to the bottom right appeared in front of everyone, white is fat, red is blood, and the black monkey's chest is instantly covered with chest.

The slightest painful gasp continued to come from the black monkey's mouth, and he wanted to stand up heroically, but the serious injury of a knife couldn't help but make Feng Quanyi bend his waist.

In this battle, the blood knife won, and the black monkey was defeated.

When the black monkey's body splashed blood in the air, Wu Da, the boss of the underworld in Suishi, was full of madness with a desperate look on his face, and roared: "Kill me!"

Before the words fell, the six figures scattered around furiously rushed towards the blood knife Zheng Jiajun like a tiger. This is the six gold medal fighters under Wu Da, who can be the king and dominate in Suishi, and these six gold medal fighters are indispensable.

The six gold medal fighters held six military spurts with bloodletting slots, and stabbed Zheng Jiajun, the bloody knife in the field. The six military thorns brought up six cold rays of light, and suddenly gathered towards the center point of the field.

"Haha" In the midst of wild laughter, the blood knife Zheng Jiajun spun up, "Boss Wu, you really have no one to call such six wastes to attack me?"

The sound was echoing, the body was spinning, and there was a series of hand and foot strikes.

Before the six gold medal fighters got close, the eight punches and eight kicks were proportionally distributed to the six gold medal fighters. In the midst of a muffled grunt, the tall bodies of the six Dao who came and went in a hurry fell out of the arena in six directions.

Suddenly, nine cold stars flashed in front of Zheng Jiajun, the blood knife, and three cold stars on the top, left, and right were enveloped towards Zheng Jiajun in three frets.

In the crisis, Zheng Jiajun shouted angrily, and the blood knife moved up and down in his hand, left and right, and a dense knife shadow was all over his body.

The sound of "clanging" collision sounded in a row, and the iron foam with a bright light became a ray of light and splashed around the blood knife.

It was the short long-haired man behind Wu Da who shot it, and he was also Wu Da's ultimate bodyguard - Shadow Xiaoda.