Inside the warehouse, it's a touch.

Outside the warehouse, the atmosphere was equally tense, and the fists and feet collided, full of pent-up resentment.

The grudge between the barbarian king and the third prince Liuli has been backlogged for three years, and for the barbarian king, this should have been a battle that was to be won three years ago.

The resentment and unwillingness in his heart were released in an instant on this night.

What he blocked was not only to save Lin Qingcheng for Ye Xiaofan, but also to his own dignity.

For the love of your heart!

Although the barbarian king showed an advantage from the beginning, if the heavenly scale of victory was tilted so quickly, then the name of the third prince Liuli would not be like this.

Otherwise, with the strength of the third young master, he would not be able to help the third prince Liuli for so long.

After the third prince Liuli was punched by the barbarian king, the crescent blade in his hand was stabbed, almost without giving the barbarian king time to react, and directly grazed his shoulder.

Although it was only a slight scratch, the reflexes and speed were amazing.

Even if the barbarian king dodged this blow, he couldn't help but gasp, and the actual combat power displayed in this situation was simply jaw-dropping.

And the third prince Liuli also seemed to suddenly rush to electricity, and the blood in his body was also faintly boiling.

Obviously, the state of the third young master when he fought before was also different, and this time it was also an extraordinary battle for him.

He knew that only by defeating the Barbarian King could he completely conquer the Blood Rose.

For a while, the third prince Liuli showed a strong oppressive force, and the attacks continued to fall like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

Every attack can be described as a powerful killing move, and the entire ground is blown up by the actions of the two of them.

After dozens of moves in a row, the barbarian king finally had no time to deal with it and was forced into a dead end in the dust.

"I'll see how you can defend yourself this time!" the third prince Liuli smiled coldly, and the crescent blade in his hand crossed his chest, stabbing directly at the barbarian king like a cross blade.

As the crescent moon blade stabbed, only a roar was heard from the dust!

"Broken!"

I saw that in the dust and sand, the barbarian king's fists kept waving.

Above the fist, a faint blue light flashed, directly blocking the wrist of the third prince Liuli, cutting off the opponent's attack.

This kind of defensive counterattack that erupts in an instant needs to be supported by a strong agility.

The third son's glass eyes sank, and his eyebrows instantly twisted into a ball.

He didn't expect that the barbarian king would be able to fight back in this situation, and his wrist was numb for a while, obviously this punch didn't taste good.

He quickly stepped back, putting a distance away from the Barbarian King.

"It's kind of interesting...... It looks like you're not as wasted as you were three years ago!"

I saw the third prince Liuli shouting, and in an instant, his body came like a storm, and the whole person seemed to set off a gust of wind.

The original wind roared in Qiaotou Port, which became more gloomy and cold in an instant, with the third prince Liuli as the center, the wind raged, the air dropped to a freezing point in an instant, and a cold breath hit his face, and the barbarian king felt that his body was faintly stiff.

"...... this?"

The barbarian king's heart sank, because he noticed that the temperament of the third prince Liuli suddenly changed dramatically, and his entire body suddenly seemed to have turned into a leaf, and the whole person was integrated into the wind.

"I don't know, this is the release of energy!"

"When a martial artist is cultivating, he can release his internal energy, and I can compress the external internal energy in a special way, which will make the air around me cold.

Once the temperature of the human body drops, you know what the consequences will be, right?"

The smile of the third prince Liuli became arrogant, this is his own trick, and today he was forced by the barbarian king to use such a trick, which can be regarded as a recognition of the barbarian king's strength.

"My extremely cold breath runs through the entire air, as long as there is wind, it will be all over my cold, my third son's name is not in vain!"

The horror of the third prince Liuli is far more terrifying than the rumors.

Even if he doesn't have the innate divine power of a tyrant, he has a wise and shrewd mind, and his martial arts talent is not weaker than a tyrant in the slightest, even in terms of overall strength, he is far stronger than a tyrant.

The oppressive power of the third prince Liuli is further than at the beginning, and the barbarian king gradually feels that the dangerous aura is getting closer and closer.

"There are very few people who can force me to use this trick, and to be honest, you do surprise me, but you were my defeated man three years ago, and you are destined to be trampled under my feet today!"

The corners of the third son's glass mouth curled, looking very excited, and the words in his mouth became very much.

In his eyes, he seemed to have seen the picture of the death of the barbarian king, and a roar of anger came out of his mouth.

"Wind Net Kill!"

In an instant, countless gathered qi was like a sharp blade, and as the third prince Liuli continued to approach the barbarian king, the sharp cutting sound compressed in the air tore through the surrounding airflow and came violently.

It can be said that this is an invisible sword that cannot be seen.

It's more like an almost natural force.

How can this be prevented?

Tough!

When the third prince Liuli released his trick, the barbarian king immediately held his breath and condensed, like a cold man's back, and looked at the unruly man with a dull gaze.

In his eyes, the picture of falling in the ring three years ago appeared.

The original defeat made him no longer have the face to raise his head in front of the Blood Rose.

Let him be depressed and silently leave the Middle East island.

For three years, he never forgot the shame of that day.

Over the years, there has not been a day when he didn't want to defeat the third prince Liuli with his own hands and make a name for himself.

He came here, it seemed to be fate, but it was inevitable.

Even if there is no matter of Lin Qingcheng, the barbarian king will eventually set foot here one day to make up for his regret of staying here. The strength and wind of the three princes have been perfectly integrated, and between the moves, they are superb.

Indeed, such a trick simply gives people a sense of invulnerability.

It's just, for a man who is full of obsession in his heart.

Nothing can shake that determination.

Even if the opponent is strong and unbeatable, he has to block everything to fight.

Men can die in battle, but they can't be cowardly.

The Barbarian King clenched his fists, his eyes burst with incomparably tenacious light, there was not the slightest fear in his heart, there was only one thought that never changed and wavered.

Or rather, at the end of the day, there is only one word.

Victory!

At this time, the face of the third young master, who was observing this battle from a distance, could no longer see a trace of blood, and looking at the battle between the two people, his heart gradually sank.

When the third prince of Fang Cai Liuli fought with him, he didn't show such a strong strength at all.

It seems that this man is a backhand.

For a while, he couldn't help but sweat for the barbarian king.

It's just that this worry also flashed tightly, and then the corners of the third young master's mouth showed a relieved smile.

"Even I don't want to be that man, let alone you!"

The two words of deflated three are obviously given to the third prince Liuli.

"Hiss...... My third brother will not lose, your friend will soon die without a place to be buried, and I will deal with you quickly!"

The tyrant roared angrily, and the iron chains in his hands flew, which could be said to vent all the anger accumulated from Ye Xiaofan on the third young master.

"Dead pig's head, I don't have time to play with you, but don't worry, you won't feel pain here, only death. ”

As soon as the words fell, the cross thorn in the third young master's hand was like a dexterous loach, and it went directly through the wound on the tyrant's chest.

As the crossbar sank into the wound, the tyrant's eyes were stunned, and he didn't even feel a trace of pain, except that it felt as if something extremely sharp had suddenly penetrated into it.

In the next second, it was as if he had swallowed a piece of ice, and there was a chill in his entire chest, as if he had been torn apart by something, and blood gushed out directly from the shocking wound.

That huge body, under the attack of the third young master, was torn apart by force, and there was no scream of pain from beginning to end, and the body fell to the ground stiffly.

Even if the tyrant has rough skin and thick meat, he is a mortal after all, after being attacked by Ye Xiaofan, his body has been dominated by Pan in the tug-of-war, and he is not the opponent of the third young master at all.

The third young master put away the knife, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "From the moment you were torn apart by Xiao Fan's dagger, you became a piece of garbage, and the word brutal will always be used on the enemy." ”

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