"Look, the two Great Shura, the audience this time is very blessed, this battle will definitely be very exciting, cheer for them now!"

Then I saw Xiuli wielding his big mace, the big Shura here didn't seem to be good at using a stick, the mace was held in his hand, more like a kendo starting style.

When there was a sound, the two sticks collided with each other, and the master could feel the opponent's mind through a punch and a style, whether it was a dead hand or a point, but Xiu Li almost died in the opponent's hands before. When it was confirmed that this person almost killed him, the original intention of just defeating this impostor suddenly became an undying heart.

"Die!" The more Xiuli's stick wielded, the more powerful it became, and it was so hard that he couldn't hold it, and the two people's figures, clothes, and pullover masks were exactly the same, but they were beaten together, and after a while, everyone was dazzled, and they couldn't tell which one was which.

Xiu Li's moves are all dead hands, and his strength is great anyway, and the stick is wheeled as if he doesn't need money. One force will drop ten times, and in less than ten minutes, that person will already be unable to parry.

So between the previous Great Shura's records, they all thought that the suppressed one was an impostor, and even the man in the suit sitting behind the reverse glass appreciated it slightly, and whispered that he really didn't see the wrong person.

But the fake here is suffering from self-knowledge, he originally used a sword, but now his moves are limited by the big stick in his hand. Even his usual physical habits were stuck by this big stick, and with this Xiu Li's life-threatening stick, it was difficult for him to catch his breath now.

With a bang, the mace in the imposter's hand was hammered away by Xiuli and fell far away. Xiuli shook his mace and slammed it to the ground, "Go pick it up, I'll be waiting for you here." ”

The host was also blindsided, and he couldn't tell which one was which, but as soon as he saw Xiuli's style, he kept praising it: "Yo Yo Yo, it is worthy of being the Great Shura, in our martial arts club, the one who can give face to the opponent like this is Mr. Da Shura." Who, why don't you go and pick up your mace back, the time of the Great Shura is not waiting for anyone, there are nine people behind him, do you want to give him time to rest and recover his strength? ”

As soon as the man in the suit saw Xiuli's style, he immediately distinguished which one was his, but as for the other big Shura wearing a mask, "Pass my order, give the big Shura who lost the stick a knife down, be quick." ”

So the majesty of the man in the suit was very high here, and immediately a man ran to the exit with a sword, and threw the knife into the arena with all his strength.

The host immediately began to say: "Hahahaha, some people imitate his face, but no one can imitate his mace, how can such a mace be controlled by ordinary people, you can use your own weapons back, you can still have the strength to fight, you have to thank Mr. Dashura, hahahaha......"

With the host's laughter, the audience at the scene also laughed, but looking at the face under the mask, it should be quite unsightly. So he rushed forward with an arrow and pulled out the sword that had been plunged into the ground.

As soon as the weapon was in hand, even his momentum began to change. Cang Langlang snorted, he pulled out the sword, and the killing intent from the cold cold light was enough for ordinary people to drink a pot.

But Xiu Li was full of excitement because of the vigorous suppression battle just now, and he put the mace on his shoulder, and proudly stretched out his finger to hook it, extremely disdainful.

"I'll let you know what regret is!" After saying this, he rushed over with a knife, and the Great Shura naturally beckoned with a stick, and saw that without the restraint of the huge mace, this impostor rubbed the ground and skillfully flashed the mace of the Great Shura in a few sliding steps.

Returning to the back of the knife, the knife flashed and pasted against Xiuli's scalp. Thanks to Xiu Li, he has also competed with nimble people, and such a seemingly dangerous knife is not a problem for him.

The higher the level of the person's move, the time will not last too long, Xiuli's mace is wielded, not everyone has a body that resists beating like the saber-toothed tiger, even if they are not normal people, they can be shocked and cracked.

But from the moment this impostor picks up the knife, the whole thing feels like a sinister snake. Xiuli, who was almost killed by him before, did not force him to use his real skills at that time. But now, every knife he looks like can stab the afterimage of a dozen knives, but in fact, he really stabbed a dozen knives in the time period of one knife.

The empty crane standing on the side watched the game in the field with interest, and Kenos stood beside him, shouting very powerful and powerful, but at this moment he asked the empty crane coldly, "That person's ability to fake is not covered hey, what is the origin, the knife is good!" ”

And Kong He said: "That's not a knife technique, it's a fencing stab, this person is not simple, the ordinary fencing foundation has become a murderous weapon in his hands, and he can't prevent it if he meets him without ability!" ”

"Is Xiuli capable of anything?"

Kong He looked at Xiu Li who calmly dealt with the field, "Of course you have the ability, otherwise there wouldn't be so many fans, but I don't envy it at all, not at all!" ”

With a brush, the knife of the previous fake stabbed the mace in succession, and then the last straw that crushed the camel hit the point on the mace. With a click, the entire mace broke.

The people Xiu Li met before also had very good strength and flexibility. But it was the first time in his life that he could break his mace with a single knife that he had seen it.

One rolled on the spot to avoid a knife to his neck, but he didn't want this imposter to be not only fast, but also neat with his hands and feet, and a mistake between the two gave him a chance to reach out and grab Xiuli's mask and pull it down.

As soon as Xiuli's face appeared, the man in the suit, the bald man and the old man in the hat all sat up from their seats.

The fake also looked very excited, "It is worthy of being a man known as Shura, an immortal body, how long has it been, and it can be so good, this time I will not make the mistake of last time, I will definitely cut off your head as a collection for my life." ”

As soon as his words fell, the exit of the entire arena was blocked, and then at least a hundred black-clothed people came out of it one after another, all holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, as well as long muskets and short firearms, all aimed at Xiuli and waited for him.

Moses Moses...... Moses Moses! Everyone focused their eyes on the place where the voice came from, and the empty crane sat cross-legged on the lectern with a big grin, holding the microphone in his hand, "I forgot to introduce myself, please call me a slippery ghost, Nuliang Kuzuru!" ”