"Nie Yuan, let's fight!" a loud roar erupted, and the drunkard stepped on the ground, turning into a red light and rushing towards Nie Yuan.

Nie Yuan's face was ugly, and seeing the red light in front of him getting closer and closer, he stepped back step by step.

Suddenly, he punched hard.

In front of him, the drunkard had already punched him hard.

Smack. Nie Yuan and the drunkard fists each other, and the two of them retreated at the same time. Then, the drunkard punched again, and Nie Yuan met him with his fist at the same time.

With a bang, Nie Yuan and the drunkard's fists collided fiercely again. The two men took two steps back, clenched their fists and rushed forward.

When Nie Yuan and the drunkard's fists collided again, after Nie Yuan took two steps back, he rushed up and threw a punch and said. "Drunkard, you are really a little strong who can't be beaten. ”

"Hehe, my drunkard hasn't beaten you Nie Yuan to death yet, how dare I die first?" the drunkard smiled crookedly. A punch slammed into Nie Yuan's fist.

When the fists of the two of them slammed into each other again, Nie Yuan's eyes were full of anger, and his expression looked a little hideous, "Drunkard, you are really hard-mouthed." You have already been seriously injured, even if you temporarily break through to the god-level mid-level master realm? Even if you are a god-level mid-level master, you are only a master who has just advanced to the god-level mid-level realm. You haven't mastered the power of a god-level middle master, and your foundation is still unstable, do you think you can fight with me?"

"If you can't fight, you have to fight, even if my strength is not as good as yours, I will defeat you at the cost of this life!" said the drunkard.

"Don't be ashamed. Nie Yuan sneered, took two steps back, and punched him hard.

"Hubris!" the drunkard grinned crookedly, took two steps back, and punched him at the same time.

In this ring, the drunkard and Nie Yuan fought with one punch. Whenever the fists of the two of them collided, and after the two of them took two steps back, the two of them gathered their true qi and swung it up again.

The drunkard was an iron-clad man, bold and strong. Strong willpower and strong ability to resist blows. Although Nie Yuan was a rich young master, he was really angry at this time, and his momentum was comparable to that of an alcoholic.

In front of the audience, the two of them kept punching each other. Gradually, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their strong bodies, and blood flowed from their fists because of the continuous slamming.

Even though the flesh on the surface of their fists had broken and their fists had begun to bleed, the two of them did not stop.

"Drunkard, you are so hateful, since I was a child, I have never been beaten like this, if I don't beat you to death today, my Nie Yuan will not be surnamed Nie!"

When their fists collided, Nie Yuan roared with a hideous expression.

"Hehe, Nie Yuan, aren't you the son of the Sword God, do you think you are much more noble than me? You have never been beaten like this, and I have not been beaten by anyone to walk through the ghost gate once. If I don't beat you to death today, I will quit drinking for three days!"

The drunkard sneered.

"Come on!"

"Come on!!"

Just standing in the ring. The two of them were still striking each other. As they struck, the blood from their fists kept splattering on the ground.

After a few minutes, the drunkard and Nie Yuan finally got tired. When they punched each other hard, the two of them quickly stepped back and looked at their fists.

At this time, their fists had already collided with each other, and when they glanced at their fists, the drunkard's right hand couldn't help but tremble, and Nie Yuan's face changed color several times.

After resting for a while, the two of them looked at each other and let out another loud roar and rushed towards each other.

This time rushing towards each other, the two of them did not use their fists to collide again. Before and after their impulsive approach, Nie Yuan slammed his foot at the drunkard. The drunkard struck Nie Yuan in the chest with his left palm.

With a snap, the drunkard's strong body was kicked by Nie Yuan, and the person stumbled out a few steps. Nie Yuan was also slapped in the chest by the drunkard, and the person quickly took a few steps back.

Then they looked at each other, and they rushed to each other again. Nie Yuan kicked the drunkard's body again, and the drunkard slammed another palm into Nie Yuan's chest, and the two of them used the method of injuring the enemy by injuring one thousand and injuring eight hundred. At this moment, the two of them are no longer defensive, and they all hit each other hard as soon as they make a move.

A few minutes later, when Nie Yuan kicked the drunkard again, the drunkard slapped Nie Yuan's chest again. The two of them looked at each other, and when they rushed towards each other again, Nie Yuan thought for a moment and turned his left hand into a hand knife. A slam of his hand slammed into the knife in the drunkard's chest. The drunkard's chest had been stabbed by Nie Yuan before, and at this time, his wound had turned white after a long time, and his skin and flesh curled to both sides. After being slapped by Nie Yuan, blood suddenly flowed from the drunkard's chest. He only felt a heart-rending pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a scream. And the palm he slapped on Nie Yuan's chest didn't hurt Nie Yuan seriously, far less than the pain that Nie Yuan's palm brought him.

Seeing the drunkard's chest bleeding again, a trace of gloom flashed in Nie Yuan's eyes, and he quickly rushed to the drunkard, and slammed another palm into the drunkard's chest. The drunkard did not dare to let him touch his wounds anymore, and immediately grabbed his wrist at his wrist, trying to control his wrist so that he would not touch his own wound.

When he grabbed the wrist of Nie Yuan's left hand, Nie Yuan immediately turned the palm of his right hand into a knife shape and thrust it into the drunkard. The drunkard immediately grabbed the wrist of Nie Yuan's right hand again, and said with anger on his face, "Nie Yuan, you are so despicable!"

"Despicable, this is the finals of the National Martial Arts Competition, no matter what the method, as long as I can defeat you. Nie Yuan sneered.

As he spoke, the drunkard's right hand grabbed Nie Yuan's left hand, and his left hand grabbed Nie Yuan's right hand, and the arms of the two of them were crossed. Nie Yuan moved his hand and saw that the drunkard was holding his hands. Suddenly, he slammed his head into the drunkard's forehead.

The drunkard was caught off guard, only to feel a buzzing in his head, and his hands holding Nie Yuan loosened slightly. Nie Yuan immediately broke free of the drunkard's hands, and plunged his hands into the knife on the drunkard's chest at the same time.

"Ah!!!!h

Taking advantage of the fact that the drunkard didn't bother to pay attention to him because of the pain of the wound, Nie Yuan immediately stuck his hands into the knife on the drunkard's chest. After a dozen consecutive insertions, he jumped lightly and kicked the drunkard in the head, kicking the drunkard out hard.

With a pop, the drunkard fell to the ground and lay on the ground, the blood flowing from his chest quickly staining the ground of the ring. There was already a lot of blood on his body, but at this moment, his coagulated wound was bleeding again, and his lips instantly became like white paper. When he gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain in his chest, trying to get up from the ground, Nie Yuan quickly appeared in front of him, stomped on the wound in his chest with one kick, and then kicked him out with one kick.

"Nie Yuan, you despicable villain, if my drunkard doesn't kill you today, I will not only quit drinking for three days, but I will also go on a hunger strike for three days!" The drunkard's eyes were angry, and after being kicked out, he tried to support the ground with both hands and wanted to get up from the ground.

"Hehe, even if you quit drinking for a month. Even if you starve to death after a month of hunger strike, you are not qualified to kill me, you are not as good as me!" Nie Yuan sneered, rushed over and stomped on the drunkard's chest.

"Ahh The drunkard couldn't help but let out another yell.

"Drunkard, you hurt Young Master Ben too badly, Young Master Ben is going to kill you today!" Stepping on the drunkard's chest with his foot, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Nie Yuan's eyes.

"Nie Yuan, this despicable villain!" Under the ring, seeing Nie Yuan stepping on the drunkard's wound with his foot, and crushing it with his foot, Wang Yue's subordinates couldn't help but clench their fists.

The drunkard was stepped on like this, and they felt pain when they looked at it. If it weren't for the drunkard's strong willpower, he might have fainted from pain by now.

"Brother Yue, don't let Nie Yuan go to our north, otherwise we will definitely kill him!" Even though Nie Yuan was a god-level master, the subordinates of Wang Yue's forces still couldn't help but kill him to avenge the drunkard.

Wang Yue didn't speak, only felt an indescribable pain in her heart.

"Nie Yuan, this kid is good, brave and strategic, and knows how to attack the weaknesses of alcoholics. This son will become a great weapon!" In the audience, the old-timers in the rivers and lakes looked at Nie Yuan with appreciative eyes.

"Drunkard, you go to die!" crushed the drunkard's wound for a while, Nie Yuan suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the drunkard's chest.

The drunkard quickly supported Nie Yuan's feet with both hands.

"Still struggling?" Nie Yuan looked at him with a hideous expression.

Although I am already a god-level mid-level master, after becoming a god-level mid-level master, my speed, strength, and internal strength have all increased dramatically, but I have been seriously injured, and I am still not Nie Yuan's opponent.

I can't last much longer if it goes on like this.

It seems that there is only one way for me to do this............

was trampled on by Nie Yuan's hands, and the drunkard's hands were violently forced, and suddenly Nie Yuan's feet were held up fiercely............