Eiffelberg's punches were not only fast, but also powerful, and wherever the fist passed, there was a burst of sound of breaking the air.

The connoisseur stretched out his hand, and knew if there was any, as soon as Eiffelberg made a move, Zhao Changshu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "That's it, that's it, Yan Fei is not wronged at all when he loses in the hands of this big man, even I am afraid I have to deal with it carefully,"

Zhao Changshu had the heart to test his explosive power with Eiffelberg, although he saw that the opponent's fist was fierce, he didn't dodge in the slightest, and he didn't even move his head, but suddenly raised his right palm, and inadvertently blocked in front of him.

Zhao Changlan's move is quite dangerous, you know, if his palm can't block Effenberg's fist, the opponent's fist is likely to smash his face with his slap, giving him a peach blossom on his face.

However, Zhao Changshu knew that it was so dangerous, but he still did it, and Eiffelberg had completely aroused his fighting spirit and aroused his competitive spirit.

"Smack," Eiffelberg's fist slammed heavily on Zhao Changlan's slap, Zhao Changgun's feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless, and his right arm quickly retreated more than half a foot away along the opponent's fist, just when the fist saw the slap smashed on Zhao Changlan's face, Zhao Changshu finally stabilized his palm, and then his right hand quickly turned into a grasp, and grabbed it vigorously towards Eiffelberg's big fist,

Eiffelberg felt a great pain coming from his fist, but he bit and held on, and at the same time swept the side of Zhao's head with a high whip leg,

As the two fought together in the ring, the audience on the stage also went crazy again, shouting: "Kill him, kill him, kill him,"

These frantic spectators shouted and waved their arms vigorously, and although no one shouted who was going to kill whom, everyone had a goal in mind, and that goal was the one they were betting on.

Zhao Changshu admired Eiffelberg a little, although the positions of the two people were different, each wanted to put the other party to death, Zhao Changshu found that Eiffelberg's horizontal kung fu was even stronger than Li Biao, Zhao Changshu used his internal strength several times to hit Eiffelberg's vital point, Eiffelberg actually survived,

What surprised Zhao Changshu the most was that he didn't look at Evaelberg's huge body, more than two meters tall, but his body coordination was quite good, and his movements were also very agile, and he often played some unbelievable tricks.

But Zhao Changlan faced the strong Effenelberg, did not dare not panic in the slightest, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, the more calm he became, and the more Euffelberg fought, the more he wanted to kill Zhao Spear as soon as possible, and the more he wanted to kill Zhao Spear, the more impetuous he became, and after the two of them dismantled more than a dozen moves, Eiffelberg's pace turned out to be a little messy,

In fact, this situation is by no means accidental, Zhao Changshu has been cultivating both inside and outside since he was a child, once this guy really wants to settle down, I'm afraid no one can be more patient than him, but Eiffelberg is far behind in concentration and patience, he lives in this noisy environment all day long, and every time he comes out, he can quickly knock the opponent to the ground, so over time, he unconsciously developed an impetuous problem,

Zhao Changshu continued to use fast punches to pull away Eiffelberg's defense, and then his feet kept hitting the vital parts of his body, after a long time, Rao is Eiffelberg seemed to be beaten with iron, and he couldn't support it, he felt that his internal organs seemed to be overturned, and a mouthful of blood seemed to gush out.

Just when Eiffelberg was yelling and couldn't hold on, a violent roar suddenly came out from outside the ring: "Eiffelberg, pick up the guy,"

With a roar, a long axe swirled in the air and flew towards Eiffelberg, the huge axe and the long axe handle stirring the air and whining,

Carlos Mellon originally thought that Evaelberg would be able to torture Zhao Lance to death as easily as before, but he didn't expect that now Éfenelberg would show his defeat, and the boxing match was carried out here, if Zhao Lance alone was a victory, in fact, if it weren't for Evaelberg's foreign kung fu was really a bit perverted, he would have already been killed by Zhao Lance.

Eiffelberg didn't know how to defeat Zhao Lance, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he didn't expect that someone would be willing to buy weapons for him,

In the sound of "woo", looking at the big axe flying towards him in a whirl, Eiffelberg showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, his body suddenly rose up, and his right hand reached out, and he took the axe in his hand steadily.

The appearance of this axe is a little strange, the axe blade is very thin and wide, fan-shaped spread nearly thirty centimeters, the back of the axe is not flat, but pointed, like an awl, and there is a blood groove on it, like a miniature version of the three-edged army thorn, this thing can easily pierce through 5 mm steel plates,

Zhao Changlan didn't move, just like that, he saw that Eiffelberg had a long big axe in his hand, not that he didn't want to go up and rob him, but the organizer had a rule, whoever the weapon should be whoever it was, and you can't grab it indiscriminately, even if the outside management throws the weapon at your feet, if it's not for you, you can't move, otherwise you will definitely be shot into a hornet's nest by the armed personnel of the supervision,

With the weapon in his hand, Eiffelberg was determined, and while staring at Zhao Lance with his eyes viciously, he seized the time to pant heavily, ready to save some strength, and cut Zhao Spear in half with an axe.

Zhao Changlan didn't take this opportunity to attack, he was tired enough, and he seized the time to rest and recover some strength, but he didn't pant like Eiffelberg, like a dog tired from running in the summer, he just quickly adjusted his internal breath and accelerated the speed of internal circulation in his body, although a trace of internal breath has been moving endlessly in his body, but on the surface, Zhao Changlan's body is motionless, as if he is not tired at all,

Eiffelberg looked at Zhao Changshu for a long time, the horror in his heart became worse and worse, and he didn't understand when he broke his head, how could the little man in front of him have such strong physical strength, how could it be all here, he still looked light, as if he was not tired at all,

How did he know that in the fast-paced fight just now, Zhao Lance's internal breath was already unsustainable, and he had reached the end of the strong crossbow, if Eichenelberg could persist and continue to fight with Zhao Lance for half an hour, maybe Zhao Lance would collapse, just a short minute or so, although Eisenberg had rested, but Zhao Spear recovered more thoroughly, because as long as he could adjust the unsustainable internal breath, he would immediately become vigorous again,

"Ah, die," Effenelberg didn't have time to rest, and suddenly swung the strange-looking big axe in his hand, and smashed it against Zhao's spear's head, and the axe stirred the air and let out a sharp whistling,

Zhao Changlan didn't dare to hold it up, and he was about to dodge when he turned his waist, but Eiffelberg had already gasped for breath, and the axe under the vigorous swing was faster than Zhao Changshu expected, Zhao Changlan couldn't dodge, the sharp axe blade cut a big hole in his arm, the skin and flesh turned out, and the blood suddenly flowed down the smooth forearm, and fell to the ground silently, imprinting bright red roses on the ground,

"Roar, well, kill him, kill him,"

"Eisenberg did a good job, killed that yellow monkey,"

Blood was finally seen in the ring, and the spectators in the stands began to go crazy, roaring tirelessly in their mouths, as if they were going to turn all the strength in their bodies into boundless meaningless roars,

"Grandma's, **, Lao Tzu is dead, you are so happy, Lao Tzu recruited you to provoke you," Zhao Changshu looked at the crowd on the stage with cold eyes, and scolded in his heart,

Although the wound on Zhao's spear's arm did not hurt the bones, it looked very scary, bloody and outrageous.

However, Eiffelberg had obviously seen a lot of blood and wounds, and when he saw Zhao Lance injured, he not only did not have the slightest mercy, but swung his axe and launched a series of attacks on Zhao Lance again.

Zhao Changlan, whose arm was injured, not only did not panic, but his heart became calmer, seeing the move, seeing the style of dismantling, not seeking merit, first seeking no fault, and waiting until Eisenelberg made a mistake, and then tried to kill with one blow.

The hard work paid off, and Zhao Changshu finally waited for this opportunity.

When Eisenberg swung his axe at his neck horizontally, Zhao's spear didn't move, his waist was straight, but his knees were suddenly lower, and it looked as if his body had suddenly jumped into a swimming pool that was not deep.

When the axe floated across the top of Zhao Lance's head, Zhao Spear slammed into Eisenberg's chest, and his hard head slammed into Zhao Spear's broad shoulder, and at the same time, Zhao Spear's fist smashed on Echoelberg's chest like raindrops, and a few powerful punches instantly destroyed Effenberg's body, which was obviously not as strong as it was at the beginning, and Effenberg's body seemed to be drained of strength all of a sudden, and he could no longer lift the strange-looking axe in his hand, Just looked at Zhao Lance with a look of astonishment, he couldn't understand why Zhao Lance would suddenly become so powerful,

Zhao Changshu punched Eiffelberg seven times in a row on the acupuncture points on his chest, and each punch was enough to kill Eiffelberg.

After the seven punches, Zhao Changlan's figure did not stop at all, and suddenly jumped in front of the barbed wire, and then his feet fell back and forth on the barbed wire a few times, and his body reached the top of the barbed wire, and then Zhao Changlan's legs slammed the barbed wire under his feet again, and his body fell into the crowd like a milk swallow throwing a nest, and then quickly ran in the direction of Frank under the cover of the crowd.

Zhao Changlan's movements were too fast, and everyone in the stands focused on Eisenberg who stayed in the ring, so no one stared at Zhao Changshu at the first time.