The warriors all over the world were in an uproar, blinding the titanium alloy dog's eyes, pointing around the ancient star, no one thought that there was such a riotous operation on the battlefield, and there was a lot of talk.

"Damn! The energy wall can be discharged, and you can still play like this!"

"The ghost-faced madman is so shameless, it attracts a strong macho foul, so insidious. ”

"Idiot, in the face of mouth cannon attacks, I can't hold out for three minutes. ”

"The strong macho man has fallen out of the top ten, and many people are challenging him and beating the water dogs. ”

"If you don't say it sooner, I'll challenge him right away. ”

Under the watchful eye, the huge illusory screen once again lit up with a line of golden letters.

The second challenge, Devil-Faced Maniac VS Doom Samurai!

Both sides enter the battlefield to prepare, and the countdown is 180 seconds!

In the center of the Golden Colosseum, a figure emerged.

The doomsday samurai has a trendy head, all around his head is shaved, a small braid is tied around his head, he squints his small eyes, his expression is cold, he carries two long and short katanas, a moon-white samurai uniform, a black belt around his waist, white socks and clogs, and a traditional Yingzhou samurai attire.

The doomsday warrior didn't say a word, stared at Jiang Baiyu vigilantly, squatted into a standard horse step, held the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand, and put on a starting hand posture of moving forward with his left hand and drawing his sword with his right hand, ready to draw his sword and start a battle at any time.

"Friend, come from Yingzhou, I heard that your toilet is advanced, and you don't need paper to go to the toilet. Jiang Baiyu's face was full of kindness, and he chattered and spoke.

The doomsday warrior is full of black lines, and does not reply, after entering the battlefield, I don't know why, both sides can understand the language, there is no language barrier, seeing the tragedy of the strong man, do not dare to underestimate the ghost-faced madman, this cliff is a difficult mouth cannon warrior.

"Do you know Ms. Po? I'm a big fan of her, do you have an autographed photo of her? Don't be embarrassed, I heard that you are very open, you look so obscene, you must be very popular. ”

Hearing Jiang Baiyu's trash words, the doomsday warrior's eyes were on fire, he glared at Jiang Baiyu viciously, and was stunned, still maintaining the starting style of drawing the sword, ready to kill Jiang Baiyu with one sword.

The doomsday warrior is named Yuji Yamashita, a master of the Yingzhou Shinto Sword Sect, who has been practicing the sword drawing technique for 20 years, and the speed of drawing the sword is as fast as lightning, using high-speed rush to draw the sword, and completing the one-hit kill.

A samurai who is proficient in drawing a sword, the moment he draws a sword, he divides the victory and defeat, and there is only one knife for victory or defeat, and there is no extra flower, so the sword drawing technique is extremely domineering and belongs to one of the nirvana.

"Hehe, look at your face is red, your forehead is sweating, don't tremble your fingers, be careful that you can't pull out the knife. Jiang Baiyu smiled evilly.

The doomsday samurai was sweating profusely, so angry that he almost vomited blood, who said that the fingers he drew the sword trembled, this was the biggest insult to the samurai, looked down at the big hand holding the sword, and the fingers clasped the hilt like steel, not moving at all.

The knife drawing technique that has been accumulating for a long time is like a deflated ball, and the momentum is stagnant.

"Baga, shameless guy, you lied to me. ”

The doomsday samurai exploded, and he burst out in a foul mouth, unable to maintain it any longer, as steady as an old dog's knife drawing style, and practiced the Juhe sword drawing technique for twenty years, and his power was reduced by half.

"Ding Dong! Evil thoughts from Yuji Yamashita +200."

Hearing the system prompt, Jiang Baiyu pulled out his knife and pounced forward, and while rushing out, the 180-second countdown ended, showing that the game had begun!

Facing the oncoming prison knife, the Doomsday Samurai reacted, drew the knife half a beat slowly, slipped backwards, and narrowly avoided the knife.

The doomsday warrior was about to draw his sword, but before the knife was unsheathed, Jiang Baiyu rushed in front of him, and the sandbag-sized iron fist blasted head-on, setting off a violent fist wind, blowing so that the doomsday warrior couldn't open his eyes, and the cheek muscles were sunken, and a circle of spiral pits appeared.

The doomsday warrior had nowhere to hide, so he gave up drawing his sword in a suffocated manner, crossed his fists to protect the front door, and resisted the bombardment of the iron fist.

With a muffled bang, a violent force struck, impacting the arms of the Doomsday Samurai, and the clogs under his feet slid backwards horizontally, sliding more than ten meters away before he could stabilize his body.

The doomsday warrior's heart was stuffy, holding a mouthful of blood, not spitting it out, his arm was numb and holding the handle of the knife, his fingers trembled again and again, and he had to draw the knife in his style, staring at Jiang Baiyu who was approaching step by step, and said angrily: "Despicable villain, you are actually a divine power awakener, you hide so deeply." ”

The form of the battlefield reversed, and the doomsday warriors lost the opportunity to draw their swords, and entered the rhythm of Jiang Baiyu, and could only be beaten passively.

"Your hands are shaking!"

"Your legs are weak!"

"I don't have the strength to draw a knife!"

"Hehe, why bother holding on, admit defeat and go home for breakfast. Jiang Baiyu had a wicked smile on his face, the prison knife was on his shoulder, and he took a step to say a word, completely a mouth cannon warrior, approaching unhurriedly, so angry that the doomsday warrior almost vomited blood.

"Yaga! the samurai never admit defeat, you give me death!"

The doomsday warrior roared angrily, the clogs slammed into the ground, the mud and sand flew away, and the arrow from the string rushed towards Jiang Baiyu, and the volley drew his sword angrily.

A brilliant sword light lit up, slashing at Jiang Baiyu's neck, the prison knife was volleyed up in the air, and the two knives collided together, and the doomsday warrior couldn't use his strength in mid-air and couldn't hold the katana in his hand.

Bang!

The crisp sound of blade impact exploded, and the katana flew high into the air, and the prison knife was castrated, picking off the defenseless doomsday samurai, and scattering a blood mist in the air.

The doomsday warrior fell to the ground with his sword, fell to the ground, stared at Jiang Baiyu in despair, and said sadly: "Defeat under your sword is the shame of the samurai, kill me!"

The tip of Jiang Baiyu's knife hung down to the ground, and he teased: "If you die on the battlefield, you are really dead, I never make up the knife, and it is not easy for you, go home and have supper!"

The Doomsday Warrior said angrily: "Don't regret it, I will practice the sword drawing technique hard and continue to challenge you." ”

Jiang Baiyu smiled: "Welcome! Next time, bring a signed photo of Mr. Bo, remember not to forget." ”

"Ding Dong! Evil thoughts from Yuji Yamashita +666."

The doomsday warrior's face was dark, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said viciously: "Okay! Next time you fight, you wait for me!" As soon as the words fell, his figure was blurred, and he admitted defeat and went home for supper.

The battlefield fireworks were dazzling, and a line of golden characters lit up.

The Doomsday Samurai is out, and the Devil-Faced Maniac wins!

The warriors of Kyushu rejoiced.

"Well done!"

"Shameless mouth cannon king. ”

"The Doomsday Samurai was defeated so badly that he pulled out a sword the whole time. ”

"The 180 seconds of preparation before the war is completely mutual time, which is too cheating. ”

The warriors of Yingzhou were furious, and they criticized the ancient star and vowed to regain face.

"Yamashita-kun, this idiot, fell for the routine of the ghost-faced madman. ”

"Stupid fellow, disgraced the face of the samurai. ”

"For the glory of the samurai, the defeated should apology for their own crimes. ”

"Who is going to challenge the Devil-faced Maniac and take out this despicable and shameless mouth cannon warrior. ”