This came and went, and Deng Weipeng was also a little angry:

"What an unreasonable puppet! In vain, my old Deng has been kind to you again and again, but you have repeatedly misunderstood my old Deng so far! If you don't show a few real skills, I'm afraid that you will be able to do something like Lao Deng! ”

With a flick of his wrist, the steel whip in Deng Weipeng's hand began to crush strongly towards Hong Bo's side. （ . . ）

There were swords in this ring, and at this moment, the fight was very lively.

Xiao Yu, who was standing on the side of the ring, began to pay special attention to the main road of Deng Weipeng.

Although he was not very willing, Xiao Yu couldn't help but admit that in terms of strength, Deng Weipeng was a cut above that Hong Bo in terms of physical strength and energy.

If it is only about the subtlety of the moves, the martial arts attainments of the two people can basically be regarded as comparable.

However, if there is no corresponding physical strength, then it will be obvious that there will be some obvious gaps.

Among the chicken feathers between the two of them, Xiao Yu looked at it coldly, and naturally, he tasted the obvious difference between the two.

After watching the battle for a long time, Xiao Yu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

After fighting for so long, the little bit of sharpness of these two people at the beginning gradually began to wear off.

Deng Weipeng's move, although it can be regarded as stable. However, Hong Bo, who had been attacking all the way, had gradually begun to lose his strength, and it was obvious that he was a little defeated.

The two of them probably won't last long, right?

When thinking like this, Xiao Yu only shook the tip of Deng Weipeng's whip and smashed it towards Hong Bo's sword body.

Hong Bo, who was already exhausted, couldn't stop for a while, only to hear a loud "bang", and the long sword in Hong Bo's hand was directly knocked out at once.

Hong Bo, who suddenly lost the blade in his hand, suddenly felt a little stupid and looked at a loss.

Deng Weipeng smiled sarcastically again:

"I want to give you face, but you don't have a face! That being the case, Lao Deng simply fulfills you to the end! ”

After finishing speaking, I saw that Deng Weipeng stretched out a pair of thick giant arms, forked up Hong Bo's thin body, and went directly to the ring.

A gang under the ring was originally thick.

didn't pay attention, Hong Bo's thin body in brown clothes, like a cannonball, rushed towards the audience, and the crowd suddenly let out a burst of frightened screams!

Fortunately, there is no shortage of mental masters in this Hongbo's fan group.

Seeing that Hong Bo had something, he rushed out as soon as possible and flew directly into the air!

Concerned about the safety of this flood wave, they all stretched out their arms in the air one after another, and blocked the falling trend of this flood wave in a timely manner.

Stopped by them like this, the force of Hong Bo's downward swooping suddenly weakened a lot.

Therefore, when Hong Bo's tall and thin body slammed to the ground, it was just a smashing of the nose bones of two or three people, and smashing the heavenly spirit cover of four or five people, but other than that, there was not much cascading effect.

Waiting for him to struggle, he groaned all the way and got up, and as soon as he looked up, the referee brother on the stage was shouting something loudly, and he was still gesticulating.

The people around him were full of voices, and Hong Bo naturally couldn't hear clearly, what the referee was shouting at him.