In the ring, Anthony was the first to play.

He had long, curly yellow hair that was scattered over his shoulders like a lion, and he held a short blue blade in his hand.

Purple gas.

Ye Lingchen muttered in his mouth, and there was a trace of deep thought and solemnity in the depths of his eyes.

The qi of this color is very special, and I don't know what attributes it symbolizes.

Looking at the blue short blade in his hand, Ye Lingchen was slightly surprised, the length of this short blade was shorter than that of an ordinary dagger, and it didn't look suitable for weapons.

"The British and the beautiful country, they are all called the Awakened, they are born with an affinity for the elements, and they claim to have the ability to control the elements, you take a good look. Sun Hongtao said solemnly.

Subsequently, Sartre also stepped into the ring.

Half of his body was draped in a cloth robe, the other half was exposed, barefoot, his left hand was standing in front of him, and his right hand was holding a black and gold iron rod, the iron rod was especially heavy, nearly two meters long!

One side is a short blade, and the other is a two-meter-long iron rod, and the difference in weapons is very large.

In the ring.

Both sides stood still, looking at each other meticulously, and they were both serious salutes.

"Tianzhu Kingdom, Sartre!"

"Anthony, Anthony!"

Everyone was holding their breath and their eyes were focused on the field.

"Let's go!"

There is no superfluous nonsense, and after the two salute, the referee directly announces the start!

As soon as the words fell, the two moved at the same time!

The muscles of Sartre's right hand instantly swelled, and the iron rod swept out, leaving a deep mark in the air, and the wind was chilling.

Anthony didn't pick it up with a short blade, but his body sank slightly, his legs bent and slid under the iron bar.

His body was swimming almost against the ground, and he was ...... It's blazing fast!

In an instant, it was posted to Sartre's side.

Short blades against long sticks, close quarters are the best choice.

When he was close to Sartre, the short blade in Anthony's hand was like a snake coming out of a hole and stabbing straight out!

"Carving insect skills!"

Sartre snorted coldly, and the long stick he threw out swung out of the air and fell from the air at Anthony!

At the same time, his body leaped to his feet, and he avoided the short blade very nimbly.

Hanging upside down, the iron rod arced through the air, like a monkey fishing for the moon, and smashed into Anthony who was clinging to the ground.

Anthony didn't dodge either, the short blade in his hand struck forward, instantly slamming into the iron rod, and at the same time, with the help of force, his body slid out of a distance against the ground.

It's just that not long after he slid out, his whole body took advantage of the situation, and his body was like a big bird with wings spread, silently soaring into the air, as if gliding in the air.

At this time, Sartre was floating in the air, it was the vacuum period of power, feeling the movement behind him, and the long stick swept away.

However, Anthony's body seemed to be weightless, moving with the wind, appearing on the other side like a ghost.

"What a weird speed. ”

Countless people were amazed.

Anthony's speed can't be said to be fast, but it feels like he's fast, because he can keep you out of time, and it gives the impression that he's going to be where he wants to be.

Sartre didn't seem to know what was going on, and the stick missed, and his body had lost its support, and he fell a little tilted.

At this moment, Anthony's short blade suddenly stabbed out, and the speed was much faster than the first shot, with a thunderous momentum.

Almost at the same time, Sartre recited a Buddhist sentence, and his left hand also slapped out, and the palm of his hand was golden and generous, like a large seal pressed towards Anthony.

It turned out that he was not defenseless.

"Zizizi!"

The dazzling light suddenly lit up and shot into everyone's eyes, making people ache, and in their ears, there was a piercing sound, like countless birds chirping, making people's scalps tingle.

"This ...... It's ......"

Ye Lingchen's pupils shrank slightly, and at this time, his eyes were illuminated blue by that light, "Thunder and lightning?!"

"Poof!"

The short blade in Anthony's hand had turned into a thunderbolt sword with a length of one and a half meters at this time!

The long sword was composed entirely of thunder, and the electric light was beating, not only piercing Sartre's palm, but also piercing his waist!

"Crackling!"

Sartre's body was like fried beans, making a cracking sound, and the wounds were scorched black.

"It turns out that the short blade is just a medium, and this kid is hiding too deeply. ”

Ye Lingchen and the others all stood up and looked at Anthony in surprise, the Awakened, it turned out that this was the Awakened!

"The great monk of Tianzhu Kingdom is also very deep, he has always been on guard, and the last palm is also calculated or not, but it's a pity that Anthony is a step ahead. Lin Xi analyzed.

"Both of them originally wanted to hide their clumsiness, and then win or lose in one blow. ”

Ye Lingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, the speed at which the sword appeared was too fast, it was really like a lightning strike, it pierced Sartre in an instant, and it was very domineering, directly cutting off Sartre's attack.

"There is actually a thunderbolt awakened person in Yinglan, which is also unique among the awakened people. Wu Tianbao explained in a timely manner, "At this time, Sartre's palms and waist were hit hard, I'm afraid ......"

However, he stopped halfway through his words, because Sartre not only did not admit defeat, but also began to fight back!

Sartre's body, there was a flow of Buddha light, which directly suppressed the thunder around him, and the pierced hand continued to burst out of the Buddha seal, and the golden seal bombarded towards Anthony, and at the same time, the other hand shook the iron rod and swept towards Anthony again.

Under the thunder and lightning, he did not retreat at all, nor did he retreat towards the withdrawal of his hand, but continued to attack against the hand pierced by the thunder and lightning.

The iron rod was also wrapped in a layer of Buddha light, which was full of brilliance, sweeping like covering the sky and the sun, making Anthony's face change slightly.

Now, Sartre didn't think about hiding it, and went all out.

In Anthony's eyes, there seemed to be a flash of lightning, and the power of thunder and lightning of the Thunder Sword suddenly became even greater, and the lightning beat wildly, exploding on Sartre's palm.

Sartre's hand was already fleshy and fleshy, and half of his palm was charred like black charcoal.

However, he did not seem to feel the pain, and his face was neither sad nor joyful, and the long stick swept towards Anthony, trying to beat him into a pulp.

The king-level martial artist on the side had a condensed look in his eyes, and he was ready to go!

These two are fighting to the death!

Anthony's speed was fast and he had the advantage, but Sartre fought for his life without fear, and suddenly the situation changed, and he couldn't bear it first!

Anthony's face was slightly gloomy, but there was no fear.

Just when everyone thought he would dodge, thunder and lightning jumped with both hands, and slapped towards the short blade!

"Zizizi!"

The side of the short blade actually exploded a thunder sword as well!

The blade of this short blade is actually just hiding people's eyes and ears, but in fact, the thunder sword can be stretched out on all sides!

(End of chapter)