The ensuing battle was horrific.

Yan Qingfeng pounced again and again, and was kicked back by Ye Qiu again and again.

Pounce.

Kick back.

The fight between the two is like an unequal match, and the two are not ten-level opponents at all. Ye Qiu is a strong and powerful young man, but Yan Qingfeng is just a weak child who has just learned to walk, and he can only be beaten, and he has no chance of fighting back.

How many times has this been?

Twenty-nine times? Or thirty times?

Ye Qiu couldn't remember how many times he had beaten Yan Qingfeng back. In this process, the duo, triple, and quadruple energies take turns to perform on him.

Even, after the genetic medicine in his body passed the effective period, it lost all its increasing effect, and Ye Qiu only needed the simplest punch to knock Yan Qingfeng's body out.

The battle was long over. I don't know what he's still holding onto.

", Yan family. Alas, there are still people in the Yan family. Cai Jing muttered to himself.

He was just sincerely infected by Yan Qingfeng's Jing God who refused to admit defeat, and he didn't mean anything else. But he was worried that such words would be uncomfortable in Beckson's ears, so he added a sentence later: "Such a handsome man can be Ye Shao's opponent." Picking up multiple people is not enough. Only then did Beckson turn around, glanced at Cai Jing meaningfully, and said with a smile, "In Yanjing, no one can ignore the character of Yan Qingsong. No matter what position he stands, he is a person who deserves to be taken seriously. Bakerson looked at Ye Qiu in the audience and thought: "If it weren't for respecting him, Ye Shao would have taken him down ruthlessly and then left freely." He's not one to waste his time. Moreover, by doing so, he was tantamount to standing up for Yan Qingfeng.

Although he failed. And it was defeated badly.

But if he doesn't die today, he will surely gain great prestige.

Ye Shao, not a woman's kindness. At that time, you taught me to be ruthless. Sitting in the tea room, Bexon was a little worried.

Blood. Rushing out along the corners of the mouth.

Large drips stained the smooth and bright floor red.

Not only the mouth, but also the eyes, nose and ears also have a small amount of blood secretion. Yan sè is dark red, which makes people know at a glance that the inner arm has been greatly damaged.

This blood flowed out of the five internal organs and six muscles. So the amount of blood is less, and Yan Sè has already begun to turn black.

Yan Qingfeng is now unrecognizable, his facial features are distorted and displaced, and he no longer has his handsome and chic appearance.

He tried to keep his body straight, but the pain made it difficult for him to do so.

He had broken several ribs and a crooked spine.

Ye Qiu stood opposite him, looking at his opponent with an indifferent expression.

He is covered in countless dazzling halos, the son of the Yan family, the captain of the fifth unit, and one of the two heroes of Yanjing.

Also, he is the object of the eyes of countless men in Yanjing.

The world is impermanent, who would have thought that he would end up in such a situation?

The hall was silent. Everyone was shocked by such a tragic battle.

Such a bloody game should have made them very exciting. Why do you feel so depressed in your heart this cut?

"Don't fight. I beg you, don't fight. "There was a young woman who still kept the rare thing of kindness and cried out.

"Stop. Don't hit. Let's not look at it. Someone replied. This time, it's a young man with glasses.

What about the person in charge? What about the person in charge of the clubhouse? What's wrong? Do you want to beat people to death? 、”

, the person in charge gave me a death. That's all for this bong. Lao Tzu stopped looking. ”

A fat man with a Shanxi accent shouted angrily.

There are other people who are shouting for suspension, shouting for the person in charge of the club to come out and mediate.

But what they don't know is that the decision of this battle is only in the hands of two parties.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Ye Qiu asked out loud.

He respects this opponent, so he fights with him.

Now, it should be completely closed.

Yan Qingfeng is already dead, and he can't make another ten, a strong opponent for himself.

If you are a little weak today, Yan Qingfeng after rebirth will be a new monument to Yanjing:

Monument to the Brave.

"Thank you." Yan Qingfeng said inarticulately. His teeth were also shattered by Ye Qiu's kick.

"That"... Let's wrap it up. Ye Qiu's tone was like a consultation, and it was like a summary.

"Good. Let's end it. It should be over. Yan Qingfeng said.

At this point, his body, which he hadn't been able to stand up straight for a long time, suddenly straightened like a loose.

straightened the tattered clothes on his body, and then bowed slightly to the audience.

Thanks to these viewers, they witnessed the final trajectory of their lives.

Thank you for their support and applause.

Thank. Thank them for giving so much sympathy that they didn't want.

As if sensing something to happen, the audience all stood up and gave him thunderous applause.

This applause was uniform, without any impurities Yan Qingfeng laughed happily, turned his head to look at Ye Qiu, and said, "It's an honor to be your opponent." "Me too." Ye Qiu sighed and nodded.

If you don't have an opponent in your life, it's really lonely.

Unfortunately, he is about to go.

After receiving Ye Qiu's affirmative reply, the smile on Yan Qingfeng's face became even stronger. Even, the pull made his distorted face even more ugly.

Yan Qingfeng attacked again. And for the last time.

He moved.

It's so slow. His feet were still a little staggering.

His fists were clenched, but they were loose and straddling, and he didn't seem to have any strength.

But his eyes were unstoppable, as if telling others that even if it was a sword mountain hell ahead, he would not retreat.

Ye Qiu waited quietly. Waiting for his arrival.

also waited, sent him to death.

Three, two, one, one, four. Ye Qiu is now the highest master.

Yan Qingfeng was repulsed again.

People fly in the air, like a paper kite tied with a white thread. It's as if whoever pulls the string underneath will be able to fly more.

Fly farther.

Syllable!

Yan Qingfeng finally landed after a long flight.

Again, smashed into the audience.

Those viewers had a chance to get out of the way. But they didn't hide.

They wanted to catch Yan Qingfeng. Together, they stretched out their hands.

It's a pity that Yan Qingfeng's weight is too heavy. ** on, and jing god on.

It's not something they can change at all.

They exclaimed that they were crushed by Yan Qingfeng, but Yan Qingfeng at the top had already calmly flicked his eyes.

That's the fight he's going to fight.

He wants results.

Dumb!

Ye Qiu stood on the stage and saluted Yan Qingfeng in the audience.

Wang Jianhan, who was standing behind, also looked solemn, raised his right hand to see Yan Qingfeng off.

The woman in white standing beside him had red eyes.

And some military men. They also raised their right hands.

He was a military man. It deserves the gift of a soldier.

Ye Qiu jumped out of the ring and strode towards the door of the clubhouse.

Hospital. In the Gao Gan ward.

A group of people stood cautiously beside them, and they didn't dare to come out.

On the hospital bed, an old man in a blue checkered hospital gown leaned on a pillow, and a dozen young men were holding a tamer. Inside is the scene of the battle between Ye Qiu and Yan Qingfeng.

The old man's face was calm, as if he was watching two insignificant men fight.

Even at the most exciting moment, I didn't see any change in his facial expression.

Even, the eyes did not blink.

In the small" electronic screen, Yan Qingfeng attacked again and again, and was attacked by Ye Qiu again and again.

His movements grew slower and heavier. However, he still did not give up.

Until, at the last shock..."

When the video ended, the young man holding the video had tears on his face and couldn't cry.

Syllable!

The old man, who had been calm, suddenly jumped up and slapped the young man in the face.

"Waste. It's not you who died, why are you crying? Get lost. Get the hell out of here. The old man scolded with a cold face.

Yan Kang was slapped for no reason, and a trace of yin poison flashed in his eyes. But he didn't dare to resist, and quickly ran out with his arms just in his arms.

"You deserve to be dead." Yan Kang secretly cursed in his heart.

"Old man, don't get excited. What are you angry with these unproductive guys? The middle-aged man said.

"Hmph, can I not be angry? The breeze gave us Yan's parents' face, and we were all disgraced by that kid."

Finish. The old man said angrily.

"Okay. Qingfeng really deserves to be the man of my Yan family. It's my flay. It's a good fight. Good fight" "Go back, you all look for the video to watch." Show it to your children, too. Giving birth to a child should be like a breeze. Let them all learn a little. "Yes." The group agreed. They are all important figures in the Yan faction, where do they dare to disobey the old man at this time.

The old man waved his hand and said, "You all go back." I want to sleep for a while. Everyone comforted the old man a few times, and then fled out of the ward.

"How's the breeze?" The old man turned his head to look at the only middle-aged man who was still in the ward, and asked with concern. This middle-aged man is Yan Qingfeng's father.

"The situation is unknown. But "" is terrible. I'm afraid there is no hope. The middle-aged man said with a sad face.

Qingfeng is a good boy. He's a good boy. The old man muttered.

Raising his face to look at the ceiling above his head, cloudy tears flowed down his emaciated cheeks.

He's really old!