In the competition between Xu Xiangbei and Ono Fengjiro, he fell into a state of anxiety, and he couldn't tell which was better than the inferior, this situation was a torment for Xu Xiangbei and a torment for the audience.

However, this scorching state was soon broken.

The fiber thread of one of Xu Xiangbei's iron balls was cut by Ono Kazejiro's katana, and the iron ball fell to the ground with a thud and rolled at Xu Xiangbei's feet.

Xu Xiangbei was secretly frightened, it was made of the latest fiber material, and it was difficult to break the sword, if you wanted to cut it, there was only one possibility, the extremely sharp sword blade was full of internal force, and it was possible to cut off the silk thread with one slash.

After cutting off a piece of iron gall silk money, Xu Xiangbei could only use three iron balls to fight Ono Kazejiro, Ono Kazejiro felt the pressure drop sharply, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

The sword light in the ring was even more dazzling, Xu Xiangbei became restrained, and his practice clothes were cut through two large gaps by the katana, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body, and a bloody mouth was also cut on his shoulder, and the blood stained the practice clothes red.

Ono Kazejiro attacked more urgently, letting out a beastly roar, he wanted to expand the results of the battle, and wanted to take this opportunity to defeat Xu Xiangbei in one go.

Qiao Shan couldn't help but sneer proudly: "The weapons and clothes are broken, it's better to admit defeat." ”

Although his voice was not loud, it was particularly harsh in the quiet studio, provoking a reproachful glance from Coach Martin and other onlookers.

Mr. Huang also laughed, feeling that he was laughing too explicitly, so he quickly restrained his smile, and they raised their glasses in the air, as if celebrating the impending victory.

However, Joe's pride didn't last long.

Don't look at Xu Xiangbei, who is full of dangers, but he is like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, the more dangerous the situation, the stronger the fighting spirit.

He was like a small tree in a storm, swaying in the middle of the storm, but his roots were deeply rooted in his mother's earth, and no amount of frenzied wind and rain could break his will.

In the face of the dazzling sword light and sword shadow, Xu Xiangbei was not in a hurry, and the outline of the "Ancient First Classic" continued to rise and fall in his brain.

At the beginning of the world, everything was chaos, and what a harsh environment it was, and in that environment, a glimmer of light would triumph over darkness and establish a new world order.

Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei flashed a sharp blow, and the three iron galls in his hand smashed into Ono Kazejiro in three ways.

At the same time, with a slight tap of his toes, he kicked away the iron gall under his feet.

The iron gall was cut off and fell to the ground, not that it was useless, but it became an ambush hidden on the ground.

The kicked iron gall came from the bottom up, slammed into one iron gall, and that iron gall hit the second iron gall, like a perpetual motion pool toy, and the four iron galls immediately divided into four angles and smashed into Ono Kazejiro.

Ono Kazejiro was slightly stunned, he remembered that one iron gall was broken, and only three iron galls were left, how did it become four again.

His reaction was still very sensitive, and the katana in his hand quickly knocked back all the four iron galls that smashed over, only to find that Xu Xiangbei's fists had been attached to him.

Ono's face changed, a terrifying cold light burst out of his eyes, and all his attention was on the four iron galls.

He suddenly realized that Xu Xiangbei's power was not greatly reduced because of the lack of an iron gall, on the contrary, his pair of fists were not a pair of iron galls.

The fists made a strange arc in mid-air and slammed into Ono's chest.

Ono flew into the air like a kite with a broken string, but he still flipped two somersaults and fell back into the ring.

He only had one foot in the ring, most of his body was hanging in the air, and the katana in his hand was deeply inserted into the edge of the ring, and with the power of the katana, he did not fall off the ring.

Ono Kazejiro was suddenly beaten out by Xu Xiangbei, which frightened Huang Qinghai and Qiao Zong involuntarily.

The wine glass in Huang Qinghai's hand fell to the ground, shattered, and the wine spilled all over the ground, while Qiao always looked too focused and burned his fingers by the cigar in his hand.

Seeing that Ono Kazejiro was stubbornly standing on the edge of the ring and did not fall, they thought that they still had hope of winning back 30 million, and they applauded in unison.

Mr. Qiao said with a smile: "We want to praise this tenacious and unyielding spirit, this is the spirit of sportsmanship, do not give up, do not abandon, do not ......"

With the encouragement of Mr. Qiao, Ono Kazejiro seemed to have the strength to stand back in the ring.

Xu Xiangbei looked at Ono Kazejiro with a smile, his eyes were full of pity, he shook the four iron balls in his hands, and waited for Ono Kazejiro.

Ono Kazejiro's face was distorted, his entire hair bun was scattered, his hair was scattered, and he looked like a ghost, and walked towards Xu Xiangbei step by step.

Xu Xiangbei said with a hippie smile: "How about it, whether it hurts or not, don't hold on if it hurts." ”

Ono Kazujiro walked back in front of Xu Xiangbei, raising his katana with both hands, like a majestic god of war.

Facing the cold and shining katana, Xu Xiangbei pulled out a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and closed his eyes gently, but he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.

There was an uproar on the field, and everyone was surprised, could it be that Xu Xiangbei had no strength to dodge and was ready to be killed?

Mr. Huang and Mr. Qiao were suddenly surprised, and secretly shouted: "Cut down, cut down." ”

As long as Ono Fengjiro has a knife in his hand, they will win this competition, according to the multiplier of one to twenty, they will win 600 million, thinking of this, they can't sit still, and almost want to go on stage to help Ono Fengjiro.

However, in addition to Xu Xiangbei's lack of dodge, what was even more shocking was that the hand of Ono Kazejiro's held up katana actually trembled.

Suddenly, Ono Kazejiro's face turned pale, and he felt a cold breath rushing along his chest, trembling all over, his chest hurt, his legs were weak, and he plopped, and he half-knelt in front of Xu Xiangbei.

The sharp katana in his hand plunged straight into the ring, only half a meter away from Xu Xiangbei.

The audience was in an uproar, and Mr. Huang and Mr. Qiao were even more angry and scolded: "Stand up, stupid, what are you doing on your knees." ”

There was only one person in the audience who understood Ono Fengjiro's feelings, and that was his senior brother Zuo Mu, who knew that his junior brother had been defeated, and he had already lost when he was punched out of the ring by Xu Xiangbei just now, and it was completely relying on amazing perseverance to walk in front of Xu Xiangbei.

There were eight needles against the sky hidden in that punch, and a strange cold internal force had been injected into Ono Kazejiro's heart.

If he didn't fight back in the ring for the sake of face, and didn't forcibly raise his katana and wanted to kill Xu Xiangbei, he would just be fine if he lay on the ground and lie quietly for a while.

He forcibly confronted the internal force of the eight needles in his body, causing the meridians to flow backwards, and finally slowly collapsed.

(End of chapter)