Chapter 347: It's a big game

Suddenly, Zheng Yangwei did not grasp the rhythm of the attack, and Hong Ting seized the opportunity.

Before he could react, he had already cut his arm with a knife by Hong Ting.

Point to point, that's the rules of the game.

"The skills are not as good as others, I lost. Zheng Yangwei was a little ashamed.

After speaking, he didn't look back and walked away, leaving everyone with a lonely back.

Hong Ting humbly made a gesture to everyone.

"I want to challenge the champion Song Qihui. ”

Everyone is focused on finding the guy who is not afraid of death, how can the last champion be so easy to deal with?

At this time, Nanfeng Xiangteng had already stepped into the center of the stage. Everyone turned their heads to look at Song Qihui, who was sitting in the VIP chair under the stage and flirting with the blonde beauty.

That ruffian appearance makes people doubt his strength.

"I don't participate in point-to-point competitions, it's boring. Song Qihui spoke disdainfully.

"It just so happens that so am I, if you don't fight to the death in martial arts, people can't lift their spirits. Nanfeng Xiangteng replied.

"It's too capricious. "The audience began to exchange ears.

Song Qihui's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he was full of interest in this kind of game.

"Island dog, I made you kneel and beg for mercy. Song Qihui said as he took off his coat and walked to the stage.

On the second floor, Luo Buming was very incomprehensible that Nanfeng Xiangteng did not act according to the plan.

"Forget it, everyone who practices martial arts is like this, they always want to challenge the top-ranked opponents, and it's not too late to solve Song Chuyang after he finishes solving Song Qihui. ”

"That's the only way to go, just don't make a big mess. Luo Buming's face softened slightly.

Nanfeng Xiangteng challenged Song Qihui, and the game opened. Ren Tiebi announced.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to begin to freeze.

Nanfeng Xiangteng slowly reached into his crotch, ready to pull out the crotch knife that he had worn for many years.

And Song Qihui still looked like a hanger, shook his head, and did a warm-up exercise.

His hands were raised gently, and then he took off with a kick, and with a swift movement, he pulled out the unsheathed sword, and then paused leisurely.

This kick-to-kick action is the key to Song Qihui's martial arts, you have to pay attention to it, but some of his demeanor is like himself, what's going on?

"Wow, who the hell is this guy?" Song Chuyang muttered in his heart.

When Song Qihui appeared just now, he had a feeling that he had known him for a long time, and now his kicking and taking off was the starting action of his Hades Blood Lock.

"What are you doing?" Song Chuyang was puzzled.

Looking at Song Qihui on the stage, Song Chuyang only felt that the outline of this person seemed to be very familiar.

Where have you seen it? I can't tell.

On the stage, Song Qihui took the lead in attacking.

He quickly clenched his five fingers, and used the Shadow Movement Dafa to smash the pupils of the south wind like a flying knife off the string.

With an attack close at hand, Nanfeng Xiangteng quickly retreated to the right, turned around, and handsomely pulled out the crotch knife he was wearing.

In an instant, a bright light flashed in everyone's eyes.

"What a sharp knife. It is estimated that cutting bones is like cutting tofu. The audience joked.

Seeing that Nanfeng Xiangteng avoided his attack, Song Qihui was more or less unwilling.

He attacked again, he bent down and slid quickly, his feet like they were uncontrolled on a tarmac spilled with oil.

The speed is so fast that others can't figure out what to do next.

In front of the south wind Xiangteng, he quickly stood firm.

Swung it towards the belly of the south wind. Nanfeng Xiangteng didn't pay attention, and the yellow bile water in the morning was almost vomited.

Song Chuyang in the stands was stunned, this, this Song Qihui's martial arts set is too similar to himself.

The kick-off and the quick slide are the key points for you to start your own work.

The strange thing is how he learned these tricks himself, and he has no memory anymore, but it seems that someone taught him when he was a child.

On the stage, Song Qihui did not give Nanfeng Xiang the effort to breathe.

With a small micro-step, he moved behind Nanfeng Xiangteng, concentrated the internal force of his whole body on his right palm, and was about to kill the opponent with one palm.

After all, Nanfeng Xiangteng is a beginner grandmaster-level master, where is it so easy to deal with.

Although Song Qihui was quietly palming just now, he had already sniffed out a murderous aura behind him.

Nanfeng Xiangteng quickly turned around, took a step forward with his right foot, lowered the center of gravity of his entire body, and also stretched out his right palm to greet him.

At this time, the comparison is the internal force of both sides.

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes.

The two sides are on par.

"Grandpa, you see, these two people are so powerful. Who do you think will win?" Cao Yuxi rarely saw such a master move, and enjoyed this wonderful fight scene.

"It's hard to say, to a master like them, it's not martial arts, but wisdom and the degree of play on the spot, this is also strength!" Old lady Cao looked at this scene and felt that this trip was really worth it.

"It's amazing, when Song Qihui started to make his first move, I could already think of his next move. It's never been before. Song Chuyang felt weird.

I don't know why, he doesn't want Song Qihui to be injured.

On stage, both sides were already sweating and their faces were red.

"You can hurry up, my brother can't stand it. Nanfeng Xiangteng became very excited, and then used all his internal strength, thinking about ending this competition in the shortest possible time.

Suddenly, a stumbling stumble, Song Qihui was hit by the internal force of Nanfeng Xiangteng and retreated a few meters.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out of Song Qihui's mouth, and Song Qihui was obviously a little physically exhausted.

"This island is too strong...... there was a lot of discussion at the bottom.

"Song Qihui actually lost, defeated in the hands of Nanfeng Xiangteng. One person answered.

Alas, I didn't expect the champion Song Qihui to lose in the end. Another said.

The audience exploded.

"The south wind soars to win. The old man announced.

"No, without his life, this game has not been won or lost. Nanfeng Xiangteng obviously didn't want to let go of Song Qihui easily.

"Here, keep our law. "The old man hated the island dogs.

Seeing Nanfeng Xiangteng's arrogant appearance, he was even more angry.

"You have to be capable. Before he finished speaking, the old man had been hit on the stage by a palm wind from the south wind Xiangteng.

"This, this, he doesn't even pay attention to the old man. The people below exclaimed.

"It's so annoying. "The audience collectively despised the south wind.

"If you want to take my life, do it. Warriors are willing to gamble and lose. Song Qihui said lightly.

"Well, I'll fulfill you. "Nanfeng Xiangteng is ready to make a move.

"Wait, I'll fight with you, and if you win, you let him go. With a bang, Song Chuyang had already appeared in the ring.

After watching the scene of Song Qihui's injury just now, he was always very distressed and couldn't stand it. And I can't stand the smug appearance of the south wind Xiangteng.

"Why should I promise you. Nanfeng Xiangteng didn't take Song Chuyang in his eyes at all.

"Hmph, don't you dare to fight me, you're afraid of death, where did you come from and go back?"

"Okay, brother, let you know how good I am, and you should wait to die, boy. ”

"That's a lot of nonsense, let's get started. Song Chuyang couldn't listen to the nagging of the south wind anymore.

The battle between the two finally began.

Nanfeng Xiangteng took out a few small flying knives from his arms and threw them at Song Chuyang.

"That's it!" Song Chuyang hurriedly caught the hidden weapon thrown from the opponent without any mistakes or misses.

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