The two of them were full of momentum, hedging each other's breath, and invisibly both of them knew each other's true strength.

"The peak of the early stage of the Four Heavens" Xia Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, without the relaxed expression just now, and said secretly.

"He turned out to be in the middle of the Fourth Heaven," Yang Zhilan said secretly. The arrogance and self-confidence he had just now seemed to have vanished, and his eyes looked Xia Yang up and down.

"Bang"

Two people shot at the same time, punching and kicking, attacking each other. Every punch is a real full effort, and it is a kind of fate that they can meet opponents of equal strength in their lives. And, they're all for a woman.

Yang Zhilan's cultivation is mainly biased towards strength, and every punch is accompanied by the sound of "empty" breaking the air, and the hardness of his fist is not comparable to Xia Yang.

Xia Yang was born in the Iron Sword Sect, and his cultivation techniques are naturally related to swords, and his fists and feet are relatively average in hand-to-hand combat, and if it is just hand-to-hand combat, it is really not comparable to Yang Zhilan.

Yang Zhilan's boxing method is what he is best at, and he sealed Xia Yang who had not yet made a sword one after another, and he didn't even have a way out.

"Third Senior Brother, be careful!" Su Mohan clenched his hands and watched his third senior brother retreat again and again, parrying Yang Zhilan's fist, quite difficult.

Yang Zhilan saw that the woman he liked was actually cheering for others, and his attack became even more ferocious.

"Xia Yang, right, I admit that your cultivation is one level higher than mine" Yang Zhilan had a slight upper hand and said: "But your fists and feet are still not enough to deal with me"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "boom!".

Everyone under the ring was temporarily blurred by the dust stirred up by the ring. When the ring clearly appeared in front of everyone, they saw two people switching places and standing separately.

Yang Zhilan had an extra piece of bloody flesh on his hand, and the bright red blood was squeezed out by his hand, and then he threw the flesh and blood off the stage, and licked his blood-covered hand very happily.

Xia Yang covered his bloodied left arm, and there was one less piece of flesh and one more handprint on his left arm.

This is the moment of the fight just now, Xia Yang's carelessness was grabbed by Yang Zhilan's hand heavily, and he was seriously injured.

"Xia Yang, your blood is not delicious at all, it is a little bitter. It's still a woman's blood that tastes good" Yang Zhilan wiped Xia Yang's blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at Xia Yang with a wicked smile and said: "If you don't hold it yourself and use your sword to fight me, I still have some expectations." But now one of your arms has basically been scrapped by me. How do you hold a sword?

Xia Yang regretted it very much, thinking that Yang Zhilan and his strength were close to each other, and there would be no gap in the fight, but he didn't expect that in just a few rounds, he wasted an arm. No longer dare to hold it up, and directly draw the sword.

However, Xia Yang didn't know that even if he drew his sword now, it would be too late, and it would be impossible for him to be Yang Zhilan's opponent again.

"Draw your sword, it's a pity you're late"

Yang Zhilan came to within Xia Yang's three zhang in a flash, followed by an extremely domineering close-fitting knee.

Xia Yang originally wanted to gather sword qi and use his most proud swordsmanship "Ten Thousand Swords Chaofeng". But now he has nothing to resist. With the sword in both hands, he horizontally resisted the top of Yang Zhilan's knees, and his body flew into the air.

The moment Yang Zhilan landed and raised his head, there was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "Xia Yang, you're over!"

"Eight Beacon Fire Fist, Boxing in the Sky!"

Yang Zhilan threw a punch quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he blasted out hundreds of punches. Each of the hundreds of punches appears to be a single punch, but it is actually eight fists. It's just that the frequency and speed of the eight fists are the same, and when they are superimposed, they become one fist.

It seems to be hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye, but it is actually eight times hundreds of punches.

When each fist was thrown, the mixed True Qi rubbed against the air at an extremely fast speed, and the heat generated was completely attached to the fist. From the bottom up, ordinary people may see a heat wave bursting in the air, while a practitioner looking from the bottom up is all fists with a heat wave.

At the same time that Xia Yang fell from the sky, the sword in his hand was wrapped in true qi, and countless sword qi followed it like a shadow, all around it.

He shouted: "Xuantian Sword Technique, Floating Shadow"

"Empty!"

Two powerful forces collided violently. The huge force of the collision directly cut the four-cornered arena built by the rock into a circle.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The surging sword qi and fists collided one after another, and the two of them used all their strength without sparing.

Everyone under the ring quickly withdrew more than ten meters before it was safe.

And the middle-aged man who presided over the ring of the Su family saw that the scene was a little uncontrollable, but he couldn't intervene, so he had to cover the master of the Su family around the ring with true qi so as not to hurt people.

Behind the crowd.

Yue Ningshuang, who was fascinated by the fierce fight, stopped eating the jerky in her hand for a long time, and when she saw Xia Yang who was performing the "Xuantian" swordsmanship in the air, she knew that Xia Yang had lost.

She reached for the jerky, but found that it was already empty, and when she looked back, she found that the king was chewing something in his mouth.

"Brother, did you eat all of me? Moon Frost said.

Jun Sai smiled, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm fascinated by what you see." I'm going to go on stage in a while, so naturally I have to replenish my strength, so I'll just", he spread his hands helplessly.

Jun Sai looked at Yue Ning Frost a little angry but funny, he didn't expect that when he went down the mountain, he told Yue Ning Frost that once he entered the town, he would be commensurate with brother and sister, and he would perform a little, so that others would believe it.

Along the way, I passed by some villages and saw the deep love between brothers and sisters, or had some insights. Now it's realistic.

Just as the two of them were talking, the situation was almost over.

Xia Yang, who performed swordsmanship, was still bleeding and exerting too much physical strength because of the injury on his arm, so Yang Zhilan found an opportunity and knocked him out of the ring with a punch.

Su Mohan watched his beloved senior brother being knocked out of the ring, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he hurriedly ran to his side and helped him up. Xia Yang fell into Su Mohan's arms, and the blood flowing from his mouth stained Su Mohan's long skirt red.

"Third Senior Brother!"

"Third Senior Brother, wake up!"

Xia Yang slowly opened his eyes, looked at his beloved little junior sister, was as angry as silk, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I was too careless." After speaking, Xia Yang closed his eyes.

Su Mohan shook Xia Yang vigorously and cried, "Third Senior Brother, don't leave me." You said we might as well go to the sect conference together."

In the ring.

Yang Zhilan sneered: "The sect conference? just by him? hahahaha."

At this moment, a young voice rang out in the crowd, "Girl, he's not dead yet." If you shake him again, he may die!"

The person who speaks is none other than the royal sacrifice who has always been the audience.

Su Mohan was surprised when he heard Jun Sai's words, hurriedly wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and pleaded: "This big brother, can you save him, I beg you." ”

Jun Sai replied: "No!"

Su Mohan was stunned, she didn't expect the Jun Sacrifice to give her hope and despair, and said angrily: "Since you said that he is not dead, why don't you save him?"

"Miss Su, although you are good-looking, not every man will help you because of your tears. Besides, if I win against this fool in a moment, I can be considered the final winner. And you liked him, and I woke him up. Finally you're together, and you leave me aside, so what am I? monkey? So I'm not going to save him now. ”

Yang Zhilan was in the ring, and when he heard Jun Sai pointing at him and calling him a "fool", he angrily said: "Boy, who are you! Do you know the consequences of what you just said?"

Jun Sai's eyebrows were low, his eyes were deep, he turned his head to look at Yang Zhilan, and said lightly: "Shut up!"

"You...!good, good, good. Yang Zhilan was a little stunned by Jun Sai, and said angrily: "I'll wait for you to come up! I'm going to make you ten times more miserable than Xia Yang lying below. ”

Su Zhiyuan, who had not spoken, walked over, Su Zhiyuan couldn't bear to see his daughter crying like this, and said to Jun Sai: "This son, if you can save this person from waking up, my Su family is willing to give a thousand taels of gold as a reward." ”

"No, no, no, I don't want gold. I just said that I'm going to fight. And then marry your daughter. Your daughter is nothing compared to a thousand taels of gold. I never buy and sell at a loss. ”

Su Mohan saw that Jun Sai was so indifferent, she didn't save her when she saw death, and she wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob, she cried and shouted: "I, Su Mohan, will not marry anyone in this life except for the third senior brother." Since you don't save people, then I have to walk with the third senior brother all the way. Dad, please forgive my daughter for being unfilial. ”

Su Mohan wanted to be a chaste martyr, how could the Jun Sacrifice do what she wanted, at the moment when Su Mohan took the sword to kill herself, the Jun Sai's Cloud Breaking Sword Finger was shot, and the sword in her hand was immediately bounced away.

"I said, I'm going to win the ring. And then you are mine. It's so easy to die. ”

With a wave of his hand, Jun Sai instantly froze Su Mohan and said, "Don't worry, your senior brother can't die." ”

After speaking, Jun Sai turned around and walked to the ring step by step.

Su Zhiyuan is just an ordinary person, and in the face of the Jun Sacrifice, he was at a loss and could only obediently look at the Jun Sacrifice who walked to the ring.

Everyone's eyes fell on the king's body.

Jun Sai stepped into the ring, nonchalantly patted the dust on his clothes, and then made a "please" gesture.

Yang Zhilan defeated Xia Yang, and at this time he said arrogantly with confidence: "Boy, I, Yang Dashao, don't fight with unknown people."

Jun Sai said lightly: "The name is the same as the name, it is to be remembered. However, I like to use my strength to make others remember. When the strength is recognized, there is no need for a name, the person is remembered"

"Good. Speaking seems to be indifferent, but in fact it is arrogant. Your face Lao Tzu remembered. After Yang Zhilan finished speaking, he came up with a punch of "Eight Beacon Fire Fists, Angry Fists"

Compared with the previous boxing in the sky, the power of the angry fist is more than double, the so-called fist, it seems that one punch is actually dozens of fists coming in an instant, the speed is so fast that it is impossible to tell whether the fist is real, but each fist is a real power.

Jun Sai saw that Yang Zhilan had just gotten up, and he saw countless fists coming towards him, but he didn't panic at all and slowly stretched out a finger and pointed at the countless fists.

"Bang!"

The most incredible scene occurred.

Jun Sai used a finger to block Yang Zhilan's solid fist.

It felt like this moment stopped instantly.

Immediately, there was a "boom" behind Jun Sai. Countless fist winds passed through Jun Sai's body and hit the bottom of the ring.

Su Mohan's eyes widened, and the scene in front of her was engraved in her mind, she didn't expect Jun Sai to be so outrageously strong. Suddenly, I understood why the expression on Yang Zhilan who was talking about winning the battle just now was so relaxed.

Jun Sai didn't move, Yang Zhilan withdrew his fist with a face full of disbelief, his spirit was a little trance, he didn't dare to imagine that he had made his opponent unharmed with all his strength, "This is impossible?"

"It's impossible!"

"Whew. Jun Sai blew his fingers that were a little smoking, and said lightly: "The so-called heaven is outside the sky, and people are outside. It's a big world. ”

Jun Sai warned Yang Zhilan not to be overly arrogant in an old man's tone, but Yang Zhilan was a little crazy and said, "I don't believe it!

Yang Zhilan punched again, and pounced on the king's sacrifice. Jun Sai dodged and disappeared. Yang Zhilan pounced and almost flew out of the ring.

Jun Sai then appeared behind Yang Zhilan, patted him on the shoulder with his hand, and persuaded, "Give up." I'll give you a step, and you can go down by yourself."

"You're humiliating me!"

Yang Zhilan threw another punch towards Jun Xi, and the power was strong enough to shake a crack in the ring of the rock.

"Die to save face and suffer from sin" Jun Sai was helpless, came behind him again, grabbed his shoulder blade with his right hand, and pinched it gently, "click" Yang Zhilan showed an extremely painful expression, and tears of pain flowed from his eyes.

In this way, Jun sacrificed one of Yang Zhilan's arms, which can be regarded as helping Xia Yang recover some interest.

Yang Zhilan knelt in the ring, speechless in pain, the sweat on his forehead blurred his vision, but he always remembered the appearance of the king's sacrifice, and this feud was settled.

The servant at the head looked at his young master, knelt in the ring without face, hurriedly went up to carry his young master, and walked away.

In the crowd, some people laughed, and some people were relieved.

I don't know who shouted in the crowd: "This son, good fight"

Someone chimed in: "Yes, that's so relieving." Childe is mighty".

"Mighty, that's domineering!"

...

Su Zhiyuan saw that the situation could still be controlled, and gave the middle-aged man beside him a look, and the middle-aged man understood in seconds, walked into the ring and said, "Everyone is quiet." Today's martial arts competition to recruit relatives is a festive celebration, who knows what happened, so our Su family decided that the competition to recruit relatives will end here for one day. The winner is this son, and this son is the Su family."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Sai interrupted: "Everyone, I just can't get used to seeing the surname Yang so deceitful, so I will teach a lesson." I had no intention of being the fast son-in-law of the Su family, and besides, this Miss Su and her senior brother are in love, I am willing to be an adult, and give up this winner's status to this senior brother, so that Miss Su and this senior brother will eventually become married. ”

Someone was moved by the Jun Sacrifice and said: "Gongzi Haoyi, this is a beautiful talk."

"Childe Haoyi!"

...

After listening to Jun Sai's words, intending to fulfill her and her senior brother, Su Mohan was very moved, tears flowed, and she was full of gratitude to Jun Sai