The drunkard is a righteous man, standing under the ring, Brother Pig can't help but grab the towel that is about to be thrown out.

"Wind, get up!" I didn't expect the drunkard to resist the wind with his flesh and blood, and swing the wind seven or eight meters away with a stick. Cang Tian immediately became nervous, the pupils in his eyes dilated, and he couldn't help but yell at the wind in the ring in Japanese.

"Alcoholics, you shouldn't always fight for us. Can you think about yourself. Can you take care of yourself? Even if you lose this game, we still have four games, it doesn't matter. Wang Yue frowned tightly.

"No, I'm a drunkard trying to win every game. I can only win, I can't lose!" the drunkard put down the wine gourd, his eyes were red, and he was full of alcohol.

The wind rose from the ground.

"It's time for me to attack!?" Wind wore a ghost mask, and the drunkard couldn't see his expression. With a wave of the Xuanwu Divine Stick in his hand, the drunkard rushed towards the wind naked.

Rushing to the wind, the drunkard swung it with a stick. The figure of the wind gradually disappeared into an afterimage, and the drunkard was caught off guard by his first slash, this time he was on guard. The stick in his hand suddenly turned into a false move, and he felt that the air flow on the right side of his body was abnormal, and he swiped the Xuanwu Divine Stick and swung it to the right with the power of hundreds of catties of the Xuanwu Divine Stick.

Smack. The drunkard's Xuanwu wand suddenly hit the katana, and a dazzling spark bloomed between the two weapons.

"Wind, kill him!" the sky whispered in Japanese.

The match with Wang Yue's team is related to whether he can become the leader of the martial arts league. He didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and whispered in Japanese to supervise the battle in the audience.

A stick did not hurt the wind, and the drunkard swung another stick at the wind. When the drunkard swung the stick again, the wind immediately injected true qi into the katana in his hand, and the wind rose in the ring, and the wind quickly merged into the katana of the wind, and at the same time, the thunder flashed in the katana of the wind, and a black true qi slashed towards the drunkard's Xuanwu Divine Stick, and the true qi contained the wind and thunder.

"It's the secret book of the samurai of the island country, the wind and thunder sword method. Sitting in the arena, Murong Yanran, who had been well-versed in the world's martial arts since childhood, immediately said the name of this technique.

"Good knife technique!" Seeing the wind and thunder slashing at him, the drunkard let out a bold whistling. Immediately inject the true qi in his body into the Xuanwu Divine Stick in his hand. Three huge fire dragons rushed towards the black true qi.

There was a loud bang, and the drunkard's true qi collided with the wind's true qi and exploded. The true qi in the ring splashed everywhere, and the martial artists who were closer to the ring all felt a huge true qi ushering in.

"Wind, look at my stick!" Standing in the midst of the explosion of true qi, the drunkard finished with one move, and swung at the wind with another move. The stick snorted in the wind and came straight to the side of the wind's head.

Feng immediately raised the katana in his hand and used the katana to block the drunkard's Xuanwu Divine Stick. And the strength of the drunkard's stick is huge, although the wind blocked the drunkard's Xuanwu magic stick, but the body still couldn't help but fall out a few steps.

The drunkard grabbed the edge of the Xuanwu Divine Stick with one hand, and swept away the thousands of troops towards the wind with a snort. Because of the unstability of the wind, this time he failed to defend in time, and his body was suddenly swung out by the drunkard.

Wind is wearing a red armor and a ghost mask on his face, his face is invisible, he doesn't speak, and the whole person is like a robot. When the wind was swept away by the drunkard, and as soon as he got up from the ground, the drunkard had already rushed in front of him. The martial arts of the drunken stick are similar to those of the drunken fist, and they are all martial arts that seem to be like drunken people fighting indiscriminately after getting drunk. In fact, the moves are more rigorous than ordinary martial arts.

He grabbed the two ends of the Xuanwu Divine Stick with both hands, and the drunkard hit the center of the Xuanwu Divine Stick, and the wind suddenly took a few steps back. The drunkard rushed forward a few steps forward and flirted with the end of the Xuanwu Divine Stick, and the wind suddenly took a few steps back. Then, the drunkard rolled quickly on the ground, swept the Xuanwu Divine Stick towards the wind's legs, and the wind swept down the drunkard with a pop. The drunkard immediately jumped high and slammed his stick into the wind's chest.

With a pop, a large crack immediately appeared under the wind's body, and the giant stone of the ring under his body turned into countless small stones, and the ashes splashed on the ring, and his body immediately fell into the ring under him.

"Come again!" the drunkard leaped high again, and slammed his stick on the wind's body, and the wind's body sank even more.

"Come again!" the drunkard was another stick.

"Come again!" "Come again!"

Blood continued to flow from his body, and fine sweat appeared on the drunkard's forehead, face, and strong muscles. When he swung his stick into the wind, the muscles of his forearms swelled unconsciously. Warriors are muscular. It is that the old man who is about to be fifty years old in Cangtian has a strong muscle, how can they be called god-level masters, how can they have the terrifying strength of god-level masters.

As the drunkards kept falling, a huge stone pit appeared in the ring. And the body of the wind sank deeper and deeper. Already buried by countless rubble, his body disappeared without a trace in the ring.

"I'm grass!" Cang Tian's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but shout in Japanese.

"The wind is defeated?" Toyotomi Sakura's face was also pale, and she couldn't help but look at the ring in surprise.

"No......" Chen Xuan's eyes widened. Staring at the ring.

Whew, whew, the drunkard smashed the wind into the ring in one breath, and at this time he was bleeding too much, his face and lips were pale, and his whole body was covered with fine sweat, and he was panting on the ground with a Xuanwu stick and pestle.

Divine Group Lin Feng immediately jumped into the ring, walked to the huge stone pit and secretly glanced inside, "The wind has been defeated, right?"

"I'm counting dozens, if the wind can't climb out, we'll be considered drunkards winning, what's that, the wind doesn't seem to understand Chinese, I'll count in Japanese." As a graduate of Jiangnan University and a member of the top police force in China, Lin Feng knows eight Chinese languages. Ben in front of all the spectators in the arena. Lin Feng said in Japanese, "One, two, three......"

"Six, Seven, Eight......"

When it was eight o'clock, the eyes of all the members of Wang Yue's team in the audience sparkled, and Lin Feng also took a long breath.

He got rich and prosperous when he mixed with Wang Yue. At this moment, he already has a Ferrari sports car and a mansion in the capital, and he hopes that Wang Yue and them will win.

"Nine!"

"Wind, you get up for me!" Cang Tian stood under the stage and roared.

Lin Feng was about to read ten o'clock, and there was an uproar. A large piece of gravel rose from the stone pit, and a red shadow jumped out from under the stone pit and landed steadily beside Lin Feng.

"Damn, this is not defeated?" Lin Feng looked at the wind in surprise.

Feng didn't speak, and pulled out another katana from the left side of his body, plus the katana in his right hand, holding a katana in each hand, staring at the drunkard through the ghost mask.

"Not bad......" Cang Tian breathed a sigh of relief, a kind smile appeared on his face, and stroked his smooth chin with his right hand.

"The armor of the wind is the best armor, which can defend against the attack of the best weapon, and the armor is invulnerable. With the attack of a drunkard, he will not hurt the wind. A member of the Sky Team dressed as a ninja smiled and said.

The language he spoke was Japanese, and Young Master Qian stood beside Wang Yue to translate.

"Is it the best armor?" Listening to Young Master Qian's translation, Wang Yue's brows suddenly twisted into a ball.

Unexpectedly, the wind was able to stand up again, and the drunkard's eyes suddenly became shocked. Seeing the wind walking past Lin Feng, walking towards him step by step with two knives in hand, the drunkard swung at him with a stick again.

Swung back a few steps, the wind came towards him again.

The drunkard swung him back with another stick, and the wind stood firm at his feet, and walked towards him step by step again.

When the drunkard swung at him with another stick, the wind suddenly held the drunkard's Xuanwu stick with his double knives, and a large crack appeared under his feet again, and he used his double knives to hold the drunkard's Xuanwu stick. His hands suddenly loosened, and the whole thing turned into an afterimage, appearing on the left side of the drunkard.

A knife slashed at the drunkard.

Feeling the fierce sword aura of the wind, the drunkard immediately blocked with the Xuanwu Divine Stick. And when the wind slashed at the drunkard's Xuanwu stick, he stabbed the drunkard with another katana.

The drunkard hurriedly retreated.

Seeing the drunkard retreat, the wind smiled under the ghost mask. The whole person immediately turned into a red whirlwind and swept towards the drunkard.

"This wind is a tricky opponent. In the arena, the son of the sword god, a member of the Son of God team, couldn't help frowning.

At this moment, the drunkard kept retreating with the Xuanwu Divine Stick in his hand, and the wind kept rotating with his double knives, slashing at the Xuanwu Divine Stick of the drunkard, and constantly slashing the Xuanwu Divine Stick of the drunkard.