Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Wei Feilong's fighting spirit burned again!

To put it bluntly, what Wei Feilong was afraid of was Huang Xiaolong's means of killing Mo Xie and Wei Feihu.

Grab the wind as a knife, strike in the air, and kill everything.

Now, Huang Xiaolong didn't need to be really angry, that is, he relied on his physical body to fight Wei Feilong, which made Wei Feilong's heart fall to the bottom slowly rise!

"I'm not afraid of this bastard's alchemy, my swordsmanship can break through the flesh! Besides, he has already fought a few battles in a row, and his mental strength will be consumed... In fact, at this time, it is a peerless opportunity to kill him, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to kill this bastard again!'

With a flickering thought, Wei Feilong gritted his teeth and said gloomily. "Don't be angry, are you serious?"

"Of course, you are cowardly and dare not fight, and would rather bear infamy than be a turtle with a shrunken head. Now, didn't I give you a chance?" Huang Xiaolong smiled happily, his face full of cat and mouse expressions. "Listen! In this battle, not only do I not use True Qi, but I also don't even use alchemy. ”

"What are you talking about?" Wei Feilong couldn't believe his ears at all!

There is no need for grandmaster means, not even the terrifying physical power!

So what kind of war does it depend on?

Wei Feilong is also a grandmaster who has condensed 18 true qi in his body, and his swordsmanship is perfect, he is not a native chicken, he is stronger than Mo Yedu.

Without True Qi, not even the Alchemy Technique, what did Huang Xiaolong rely on to wrestle with Wei Feilong?

Wow~~~~~~

The audience was also in an uproar.

Even Yun Bo and Ying Aoshan, Old Man Jin and others in the VIP seat all looked at each other, unable to guess what medicine was sold in Huang Xiaolong's gourd.

Jin Mengqi muttered. "Yes, Master Huang's Taoism is going to use Taoism, right? Yes, Master Huang's Taoism is thorough, driving away ghosts and summoning ghosts, these are all things I have seen with my own eyes... He was supposed to use Dao to defeat Wei Feilong... However, in the ancient martial arts boxing competition, I don't know if it is considered a violation with the method of a Taoist priest......"

"Are you playing tricks on me?" Wei Feilong looked at Huang Xiaolong with disgust, and he was also testing whether what Huang Xiaolong said was false.

"What am I kidding you for? I'm not that boring. I've said it all, I don't need my True Qi or Alchemy. If you use it, I lose. If you don't dare to fight, then you are a first-class coward, a softie, and a coward. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Okay! I'll fight!" Wei Feilong was furious. "Referee, you heard it with your own ears, this little bastard promised, this battle, no true qi, no alchemy, if he breaks his word and gets fat, it will be his loss!"

"This ......" Yun Bohu looked at Huang Xiaolong suspiciously, but seeing Huang Xiaolong's determined face, he was embarrassed to ask Huang Xiaolong what he was doing.

At that moment, Yun Bo sneered. "Okay. According to what Huang Gongzi said, let's fight. But... Wei Feilong, you're really some... Shameless!"

As a long-established ancient martial arts master, such a battle has an advantage, and if it is a self-respecting identity, he will definitely refuse this battle.

But Wei Feilong made it clear that he wanted to take advantage of this, and he was really shameless.

"Hmph!" Wei Feilong smirked. "This is his own death. Little bastard, I don't believe it, I Wei Feilong can't kill you with one person and one sword! You don't have to be angry, why should I be afraid of you? The sword is !!!."

With a roar, someone from the Wei family handed over a long sword.

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Draw your sword out of its sheath!

The sword light jumped out like a splash!

The sword qi was as cold as frost.

The sword is four feet one inch long and two inches six minutes wide, with a simple shape, and there are some dark red marks on the sword, like blood. The whole body is glowing with a chilling murderous aura.

With a sword in hand, Wei Feiyang's self-confidence, fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and state have all climbed to the pinnacle!

It's really a sword in hand, and the world is in my hand!

"This sword is called 'Broken Soul', and it has been with me for twenty-six years. I have used this sword to kill more than a thousand! The sword is a fierce sword, and every seven days, I must drink human blood, otherwise it will be against me... Today, use your blood and your head to pay tribute to this peerless sword!"

As he spoke, Wei Feilong held his sword and walked to the ring where Huang Xiaolong was standing!

Wei Feilong didn't walk fast, in fact, he was brewing a sword momentum, and with every step he took, the sword momentum on his body climbed.

By the time Wei Feilong stepped into the ring, the sword momentum of his whole body had already climbed to the extreme!

From his body, the aura that overflowed was very sharp, cutting the air like a jagged tooth, sneering and exploding, in his pupils, a faint edge was rolling, the fear in his heart faded, and an extreme fierce killing faintly appeared on his face!

At this moment, Wei Feilong's temperament is sharp, even the sweeping of his eyes will give people a tingling sensation like cutting skin, and the sword in his hand seems to be integrated with himself. A man is a sword, a sword is a man, this is a peerless swordsman, a must have.

If it were an ancient one, Wei Feilong would definitely be a terrifying assassin!

The sword is out of its sheath, like a poisonous snake, the sword flashes, and the head falls to the ground.

"Little bastard, what weapon do you use, or rather, just fight me with your bare hands?" Wei Feilong said solemnly.

"Oh, of course I'm going to use a weapon, too. Huang Xiaolong smiled, "You wait for me for a minute." ”

After speaking, Huang Xiaolong jumped out of the ring, found a wooden chair nearby, clicked, broke off a chair leg, held it in his hand, and weighed it.

This chair leg, which is less than a meter long, is very uncomfortable to hold in the hand.

"It's barely enough to make do. Huang Xiaolong smiled, and then jumped back into the ring.

"Here, this is my weapon. Huang Xiaolong raised the foot of the chair in his hand and smiled at Wei Feilong.

Wow~~~~~~

The audience was in an uproar!

A wooden chair leg, like a burning stick, was actually used as a weapon by Huang Xiaolong, fighting Wei Feilong, who was holding a sword......

Isn't this a spoof?

You must know that the sword in Wei Feilong's hand, the sword light is cold, and at first glance it is a sharp weapon that sharpens iron like clay, I am afraid that a sword light will sweep slightly, and the wooden chair foot in Huang Xiaolong's hand will be cut off!

"You're just it! It's too much to deceive people!!! Wei Feilong's face was bruised, and he trembled with anger, as if he was about to explode.

He had never been treated with such contempt in his life!

"I want you dead! I must kill you!" Wei Feilong's face was distorted and deformed, and his seven orifices were smoking, and his anger was extreme.

"Hehe, the masters are competing, the most jealous and impetuous, you are so embarrassed and angry, you have already lost three points without fighting~~" Huang Xiaolong smiled again, and immediately, he stepped out and took the lead in attacking Wei Feilong.

The foot of the chair like a burning stick in his hand poked Wei Feilong's chest!

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(End of chapter)