"Interesting, since Lao Qiu is your territory, the guest is as he pleases, you can tell the rules!"

Ye Bufan said.

"Okay, why don't we send five top players on each side to fight against each other and adopt a best-of-five system?"

Qiu Ming thought for a moment and said.

"Okay, it's up to you!"

Ye Bufan disagreed.

"In that case, you should send someone in the first battle!"

Qiu Mingdao.

"Okay, Liao Wen, you fight the first battle!"

Ye Bufan groaned for a while.

"It's the general!"

A deep voice rang out, and it was an ordinary-looking young man in his early twenties, with a pair of eyes that were particularly attentive, and he was holding a hooked and sickle spear.

"Xue Luocheng, you can get on!"

Qiu Ming glanced at a few people under the arena.

"Yes, Dean Qiu!"

Xue Luocheng's temperament became extremely calm, and he slowly walked onto the arena.

"Brother, didn't his sword heart be broken by you, and he seems to be cheering up again?"

Xue Ziyu couldn't help but say.

"I also underestimated him and broke his sword heart, it seems that he has found another martial path!"

Xue Ye looked at Xue Luocheng, who was calm and relaxed.

"Let's get started!"

Xue Luocheng held both hands, a spear was held in his hand, he was one with the gun, and he couldn't see any flaws.

"Oh, it's interesting to abandon the sword and replace the gun!"

Xue Ye raised his eyebrows and realized.

"You're saying he doesn't use a sword anymore and uses a gun instead, but how much can he achieve after only a few months of training?"

Xue Ziyu said curiously.

"Xue Ziyu, you are wrong, any martial arts is the same way, all changes are inseparable from its sect, as long as he has a high level of understanding, he can pass all the way, although he has only practiced the gun for a few months, but his swordsmanship has already been practiced to perfection, as long as he changes slightly, he can practice the marksmanship to perfection, so that not only will the broken sword heart be hidden in the bottom of his heart, but also create another martial arts suitable for himself, Xue Luocheng really has a bit of talent!"

Xue Ye said from the heart.

I have to say that Xue Luocheng is a rare genius of the Xue family in a hundred years, but it is a pity that he was born in the same era as Xue Ye and is destined to be bleak.

"Boy, your marksmanship is good and you already have a gun momentum, I don't know how the actual combat is, your brother and I walked down on the corpse on the battlefield, and the people killed are not a thousand but eight hundred, don't scare you!"

Liao Wen first attacked the heart, shouted and frightened, and then made a surprise shot, his marksmanship was very weird, even hooking and cutting, the gun turned into the shape of a half moon, and attacked from the back of Xue Luocheng's head.

"It's not that easy!"

Xue Luocheng shook out the gun in his hand, the force was extremely great, the countershock of the gun shaft was straight, and it was blocked with the opponent's hook and sickle gun, and the sharp light flashed, and it actually shattered the half-moon-shaped gun.

Xue Luocheng was attacking, and the tip of the spear stabbed out, turning into a little cold light, and each shot stabbed directly at the opponent's vital point.

"What a fierce attack!"

Liao Wen's face changed, and he hurriedly defended, after all, he was also a sergeant who fought on the battlefield, and he had a lot of combat experience, so he took the opponent's moves one by one.

The cultivation of both of them is double in the realm of enlightenment, holding spears in the arena, you go back and forth on the arena, and they fight more than 20 moves without winning or losing.

Wind Spirit!

Xue Luocheng found the right time, and immediately exerted his strength, only to see his footsteps, and his speed suddenly increased rapidly, turning into an afterimage, and the guns swept out like pears in a torrential rain.

Liao Wen's face was shocked, but he subconsciously resisted, and connected the opponent's thirty or forty shots, but unexpectedly, Xue Luocheng suddenly changed his move, and the gun was drawn from an incredible angle, knocking Liao Wen off the arena.

"Senior Brother Luo Cheng is a good ......"

There was a burst of cheers from the stands.

"How?"

Qiu Ming glanced at the other party.

"It's not bad, but Liao Wen's strength is relatively weak among these guards, so you won't have so much luck in the future!"

Ye Bufan didn't think so, and said: "You are here in the next battle palace!"

"Hmph, general, don't worry, no matter who the opponent is, I will definitely win this competition!"

Gong Tai let out a loud shout and jumped onto the arena, but it was a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, more than two meters tall, holding a huge battle axe in his hand.

"Ding Wushuang is out of the ranks, this time it's up to you to fight!"

Qiu Ming pondered for a moment and said.

"Okay, I'll fight, I'll fight!"

Ding Wushuang's fat body jumped onto the arena, he had already taken off his gorgeous clothes, wearing a short-sleeved suit, and his arms were covered by shiny iron armor, which was a pair of iron arms.

"Hmph, little fat man give me down, Split Mountain Tomahawk!"

Gong Tai immediately attacked, and the battle axe on his shoulder swung out, and the axe headed head-on, turning into the shape of a half-moon in the air, and the momentum was so rapid that it seemed to split a mountain.

Ding Wushuang gritted his teeth in the confrontation, and the iron arm and the battle axe bombarded together, shaking the bones of his whole body to pieces, and after the three axes, he was almost about to be blasted out of the arena.

"This Gong Tai's cultivation has reached the triple level of the Enlightenment Realm, and it is indeed not easy to deal with!"

Qiu Zhen looked at the scene on the arena and said.

"Ding Wushuang won't be defeated so soon, let's see!"

Wu Yunfei snorted coldly.

"Don't underestimate me, stray cannon fist!"

Ding Wushuang stomped his feet suddenly, his fat body shot up, and his fists swung like a torrential rain, turning into a series of fist marks, and hitting the opponent's body.

After getting close, Gong Tai's battle axe couldn't swing in time, and he was hit by more than a dozen punches one after another, and blood oozed from his mouth and nose, which was very embarrassing, but his burly body was still immovable, allowing the opponent to attack like a storm, only suffering some skin trauma, and it was not a big problem.

"This Gongtai's resistance is strong!"

Xue Luocheng's face changed slightly.

"This person is practicing external skills all over his body, and his defense is amazing, but it is unbearable to let Xiao Ding fight like this!"

Qiu Zhen Road.

"No, I feel that this person is gathering a force, Xiao Ding is in danger!"

Wu Yunfei's face changed.

As soon as the words fell, Gong Tai's belly shook, and a violent true qi burst out from his body, shattering the stormy fist.

Ding Wushuang's flow cannon fist method pays attention to one blow, and instantly bursts out with all his strength, once it is interrupted, he lacks strength, and he can't help but look dark in front of him.

"Let me go down!"

Gong Tai shouted angrily and slammed Ding Wushuang's body with an axe, knocking him off the arena.

In the second battle, Ye Bufan Fang won, although Gong Tai won, he was not comfortable, he was bruised, he was more excited and couldn't feel pain when he fought just now, but after breathing a sigh of relief, the pain hit him, making him unbearable.

"In the next battle, Xie Jun, you will fight!"

Ye Bufan glanced at Qiu Ming quite proudly.

"Qiu Zhen, you're coming!"

Qiu Ming's face did not change.

Qiu Zhen stepped onto the arena, and his opponent was a short-haired young man with a pair of triangular eyes bursting out with a fierce light, and his face was almost cruel, which was terrifying.

Qiu Ming drew his sword, Xie Jun was also drawing his sword, and the eyes of the two lit up at the same time, this was the induction between the swordsmen, and they were extremely excited before the battle.

"You're younger than me, I'll let you stab you three times first!"

Xie Jun spoke.

"Well, don't regret it!"

Qiu Zhen suddenly made a move, and used his set of 'Crazy Ghost Knife Technique' to the fullest, the battle knife swept out, the unpredictable knife style swept out, there were no rules in the rage, and no one knew that the next knife would fall from that angle.

"Good knife technique, crazy enough, fast enough, just... Not ruthless enough!"

Xie Jun took seven steps back, avoiding the opponent's edge, and in an instant, Qiu Zhen stopped slashing thirty.

I saw Xie Jun counterattacking, and the sword in his hand was cut out, revealing a murderous aura, this is a murderous knife technique cultivated from the battlefield, full of anger, fierce and indescribable, and it broke the opponent's knife momentum in an instant.

Although Qiu Zhen took the lead, he soon fell into a disadvantage, and he only had the power to parry, and he was forced to retreat.

Although Qiu Zhen was not panicked, defending in an orderly manner, looking for an opportunity to counterattack, he saw that Xie Jun's eyes were becoming more and more cold and fierce, and he only listened: "You are already very good, when you are so big, my knife is not as powerful as yours, but now you have no chance of winning, look at my lonely wind knife!"

Xie Jun was like turning into a wisp of wind, whistling away, just for a moment, Qiu Zhen was close to his body, and the sharp knife was on his neck.

Qiu Zhen was also defeated.

"Haha, Lao Qiu is your son, but unfortunately he was defeated!"

Ye Bufan won two games in a row, and his heart was very happy, as long as he won one more game, this bet was won by himself.

"The outcome has not yet been decided, Wu Yunfei will fight in the next battle!"

Qiu Ming's face remained unchanged.