Constantly attacked by the wind, the drunkard fell into the wind again.

While defending against the attack of the wind, the drunkard was terrified. He was an orphan who was born and raised from an early age, and was bullied as a child. But he has a strong will and extraordinary talent, from his inadvertently obtained the drunken boxing spectrum, and after learning the martial arts on the drunken boxing, he rarely met opponents on the rivers and lakes. The only two fiascos. They were all defeated in the hands of Wang Yue. The last time he competed with the four major families of martial arts, he had a draw with Bai Qilin, the son of the Bai family, and it was only because he couldn't drink, so he didn't fail.

But, this time he met a real master.

Feng, a god-level medium master, one of the four masters of the island country, his strength is really worthy of his level. Just after being attacked by him with a ferocious attack, the wind has already been smashed into the ring by him, and this wind can still climb out to fight him, and the attack is even more fierce than just now.

I saw the wind holding two swords, and a pair of katana swords in his hand kept slashing at him. Slashed his Xuanwu Divine Stick and burst out with dazzling sparks from time to time. At the same time, the force of the wind was amazing, and he kept retreating. Although his talent is very high and his strength is very strong, Feng's strength level is one level higher than him, and it is not something that a god-level inferior master like him can deal with.

"The drunkard is going to be defeated. Sitting in the arena, Nalan Yi's delicate and good-looking face became dignified. The teammates around her frowned slightly, not to mention that the drunkards will fall when they meet the wind, but it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose when they meet the wind.

Cangtian has found a good wave of foreign aid. The foreign aid he found had the ability to help him obtain the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"Young Master, how should this wind and thunder sword technique be restrained?" asked Murong Yanran's cousin.

"If we meet the Heavenly Team and this wind, I know that two martial arts can break his Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, but the drunkard will definitely not be able to break the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, and he will be defeated. Murong Yanran said with a simple face.

"Team Cangtian will defeat Team Wang Yue, right?" said the cousin after a while.

"Possibly. Murong Yanran nodded slightly.

"Qingyun Alliance Master, the warrior wind sword technique under Cangtian is superb, if his martial arts go further, he can fight with the sword master of the island country, and the drunkard may lose this game. And the other three masters under Cangtian, Lin, Huo, and Shan, also have their own good skills, and Wang Yue's team may be wiped out. Although Wang Yue's child is not inferior, and Yuwen Shenju is the son of the two demons in Longxi. He has a demon in his heart and is a dangerous person. However, Cangtian's subordinates are all island people, what if these island people are allowed to win? Could it be that my great Huaxia wants to let an archipelago country rule and let an island country be our martial arts alliance leader?" said an elder beside Qingyun.

This elder's name is Tie Courage, he is the junior brother of Qingyun, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, he is in his eighties this year, and he has been friends with Qingyun for more than 60 years.

"Wang Yue's team will not be defeated. Qingyun, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, stroked his beard and smiled, his expression calm.

"However, the strength of the Cangtian team is no worse than the royal team, no worse than the martial arts family, no worse than the Son of God team and our Qingyun team. Iron Courage thought for a moment and said.

"Keep watching. Martial Arts Alliance Leader Qingyun smiled.

"Drunkard, come on, you must not lose to these little devils!" In the arena, Qingfeng thought about it and suddenly stood up and shouted. He was almost fifty years old, and the breeze was good for health, and he was wearing a white robe. He looks like an immortal with crane hair and a childish face.

At this moment, seeing an old man next to him standing up and shouting, many young warriors around couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

I didn't expect that there are still fans of Wang Yue's team here, and this iron fan is more enthusiastic than ordinary fans.

"Alcoholics. Come on!" Han Xihua, Shen Aoqing and Zhou Qinhao thought about it and stood up together, seeing the drunkard's naked upper body dripping with blood and unspeakable distress, they looked at the drunkard, and Han Xi's beautiful eyes couldn't help but turn a little red.

Qingfeng is a grandmaster-level master, and this national martial arts competition is nothing in this strong national martial arts competition. In this year's National Martial Arts Competition, almost all the martial artists from all over the country came to watch the competition, and there were dozens of god-level masters in the arena alone. But Qingfeng's strength is not strong, but his position in the martial arts is not small. Because he has face. Through his connections, he brought Han Xihua, Shen Aoqing and these young men and women who knew Wang Yue.

"Brother wine, come on!" Seeing that the drunkard's face was getting worse and worse, the blood on his body was flowing more and more, and the wound had gradually dried up. Zhao Xi'er couldn't help but run to the ring, standing under the ring and raising a cute little face to cheer up the drunkard.

"Master Wine, you have to come on, you are the number one master of the northern underworld. You are undefeated, you will not be defeated!" Hou Shaofei clenched his hands, his face was gloomy, and his forehead was bruised.

Finally, the drunkard could not hold on under the fierce attack of the wind. He is a god-level inferior master, and his physical strength, speed, and strength are inferior to Feng, and Feng also has an invulnerable armor. Attacked by the wind with constant ferocity, his face and lips became whiter and whiter. The blood was almost overdrawn, my whole body was shivering with cold, and hallucinations gradually appeared in my brain.

This is a manifestation of excessive blood loss of people, even if the drunkard is a god-level master, he is still flesh and blood, he will be hungry, he will be tired, and his body is no different from ordinary people.

I saw that the drunkard lost his mind a little. The wind smiled under the ghost mask. He quickly picked up the drunkard's Xuanwu stick with a katana, and his other katana was plunged straight into the drunkard's body.

"Drunkard!" In the arena, Nalan Yi and her members of the royal team couldn't help but stand up, the members of the Son of God team couldn't help but stand up, and Qingtian, Zhou Chunyu, Han Bin, Tang Xiaomei and many others all stood up.

"Amitabha. Shikong's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but fold his hands and close his eyes.

"Drunkard!" Zhao Laohu's face was ugly, and his tall body also stood up. The drunkard is a good friend of his girlfriend, and he has always supported Wang Yue's team in his heart.

"Let the drunkard throw in the towel. Qian Kunpeng immediately stood up and said to Wang Yue.

"Brother Pig, throw away the white towel!" Wang Yue's eyes were red, and something was rolling in his eyes.

The drunkard is his best brother, and at this moment he wants to appear in the ring immediately to save the drunkard.

"Whoever dares to cause my drunkard to lose this game is my enemy!" the drunkard still insisted. Blood continued to flow from his mouth.

"It's cruel. Nishido pouted and smiled.

"That's it, that's it, it's better to kill the drunkard. Cang Tian's eyes were fanatical, muttering to himself.

"Hey, hey. Chen Xuan smiled evilly.

"Wang Yue. What if you snatch the token of the first place in the martial arts competition? This national martial arts competition with such a strong cloud is not something that you stragglers can fight. Shocking also laughed.

"My drunkard can only lose to Wang Yue in this life, except for Wang Yue, I will never lose to anyone again!"

Suddenly, the drunkard spat out a mouthful of blood into the wind with a pop.

Wind was blinded by the drunkard's blood, and he immediately let go of his katana to remove the oni mask from his face. Letting the wind stick his katana into his body, the drunkard slammed his palm into the wind's chest.

With a pop, the wind was struck by the drunkard and flew out.

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, my drunkard will gamble on this final blow!"

The drunkard had lost so much blood that he couldn't hold out for long. And now he was stabbed by the wind and was seriously injured.

When the wind flew out, the drunkard immediately picked up the wine gourd on his body and poured it into his mouth. Drinking all the liquor in the wine gourd in one go, his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't help but burp hard.

The wind is still taking off his ghost mask.

A pair of blood-red eyes looked at the wind, and the drunkard snapped his fingers and spit out the full stomach of wine mixed with blood.

With a snort, a huge ball of fire turned into a fire dragon and headed straight towards the wind.

This is the life-saving skill of the drunkard, he is now a god-level master, this fire. It contains all the true qi in the drunkard's body.

"Fool, what kind of ghost mask are you going to take? Pick up your third knife, you have a third knife, kill the drunkard with your third knife!"

Seeing the huge fire dragon heading towards the wind. Cang Tian stood under the stage, his face was hideous, and he roared.

Hearing the roar of the sky, Feng immediately took out the third samurai dagger from his body.

However, it was too late for him, whether it was to attack or defend against the drunkards. I saw a huge fire dragon roaring towards him, feeling the huge heat wave and fierce true qi rushing to his face, his whole person was hit by the huge fire dragon, and he couldn't help but show pain under the mask and flew out fiercely.........