Eiffelberg's punches were not only fast, but also powerful, and wherever they passed, they brought out a burst of sound of breaking through the air.

The connoisseur stretches out his hand to know if there is one. As soon as Eiffelberg made a move, Zhao Changshu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "That's it, that's it!" Yan Fei is not wronged at all when he loses in the hands of this big man! Even I'm afraid I'll have to be careful. ”

Zhao Changshu had the intention to test the explosiveness with Eiffelberg, although he saw the ferocity of the opponent's fist, he didn't dodge in the slightest, and he didn't even move his head, but suddenly raised his right palm, and inadvertently blocked in front of him!

Zhao Changlan's move is quite dangerous, you know, if his palm can't block Evfenelberg's fist, the opponent's fist is likely to smash his face with his slap, giving him a peach blossom!

However, Zhao Changshu knew that it was so dangerous, but he still did it! Eiffelberg had already stirred up his fighting spirit and aroused his competitive spirit.

"Smack!" Efchenberg's fist slammed heavily on Zhao Changlan's slap, Zhao Changgun's feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless, his right arm quickly retreated more than half a foot along the opponent's fist, just when the fist saw the slap smashed on Zhao Changlan's face, Zhao Changshu finally stabilized his slap, and then his right hand quickly turned into a grasp, and grabbed it vigorously towards the big fist of Eiffelberg's bowl!

Eiffelberg felt a huge pain coming from his fist, but he bit and persevered, and at the same time swept the side of Zhao's head with a high whip leg!

As the two fought together in the ring, the audience on the stage also went crazy again, shouting: "Kill him!" Kill him! Kill him! ”

These frantic spectators shouted and waved their arms as hard as they could, and while no one shouted who was going to kill whom, everyone had a goal in mind, and that goal was the one they were betting on.

Zhao Changshu admired Eiffelberg a little, although the two had different positions, and each wanted to put the other to death. Zhao Changshu found that Eiffelberg was even stronger than Li Biao in his horizontal kung fu! Zhao Changlan used his internal strength to hit Eiffelberg's vital point several times, and Eiffelberg actually survived it all!

What surprised Zhao Changshu the most was that he didn't look at Eiffelberg's huge size, more than two meters tall, but his body coordination was quite good, and his movements were also very agile, and he often played some unbelievable tricks.

But Zhao Changshu did not dare to be without the slightest panic in the face of the strong Eiffelberg, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and the more he fought, the more calm he became. But the more Uffelberg fought, the more he wanted to kill Zhao Lance as soon as possible, and the more he wanted to kill Zhao Lance, the more impetuous he became! After the two of them dismantled more than a dozen moves, Eiffelberg's steps turned out to be a little messy!

In fact, this situation is by no means accidental. Zhao Changshu has been cultivating both inside and outside since he was a child, once this guy really wants to settle down, I'm afraid no one can be more patient than him. But Eiffelberg was far from being able to concentrate and be patient. He lives in this noisy environment all day long, and he can quickly knock his opponent to the ground every time he comes out. So over time, he unconsciously developed an impetuous problem.

Zhao Changshu kept using quick punches to pull away Eiffelberg's defense, and then his feet kept hitting the vital points of his body! After a long time, Rao is Eiffelberg seemed to be beaten with iron, and he couldn't support it, he felt that his internal organs seemed to be overturned, and a mouthful of blood seemed to gush out!

Just when Eiffelberg roared and couldn't hold on, he suddenly came out of the ring and roared: "Eiffelberg, pick up the guy!" ”

With a roar, a large axe swirled in the air towards Eiffelberg, and the huge axe and long axe handle stirred the air and whined.

Carlos? Mellon originally thought that Eiffelberg would be able to torture Zhao Lance to death as easily as before, but he didn't expect that now Eiffelberg would show his defeated appearance! At this point in the boxing match, if Zhao Changshu alone was based on points, he would have won, in fact, if it weren't for Eiffelberg's foreign kung fu was really a bit perverted, he would have already been killed by Zhao Changshu.

Eiffelberg didn't know how to defeat Zhao Changlan, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but he didn't expect someone to be willing to buy weapons for him!

In the sound of "woo", looking at the big axe flying towards him, Evaelberg showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, his body suddenly rose up, and his right hand reached out, and he took the axe in his hand steadily.

The blade of this axe is very thin and wide, fanning out nearly thirty centimeters. The back of the axe is not flat, but pointed, like an awl, and has a blood groove on it, like a miniature version of a triangular army thorn. This thing can easily pierce through 5mm steel plates!

Zhao Changlan didn't move, just like that, he watched as Eiffelberg had a long big axe in his hand. It's not that he doesn't want to go up and rob him, but the organizers have rules that whoever the weapon should belong to whom, and you can't grab it indiscriminately, even if the outside management throws the weapon at your feet, if it's not for you, you can't move it, otherwise you will definitely be shot into a hornet's nest by the armed personnel who supervise.

With the weapon in his hand, Eiffelberg was determined, and while staring at Zhao Lance with his eyes viciously, he seized the time to pant heavily, ready to save some strength and cut Zhao Spear in half with an axe.

Zhao Changshu didn't take this opportunity to attack, he was tired enough, and he also seized the time to rest and regain some strength, but he didn't pant like Eiffelberg, like a dog tired from running in the summer. He just quickly adjusted his internal breath to speed up the internal circulation in his body, although a trace of internal breath had been moving endlessly in his body, but on the surface, Zhao Changlan's body seemed motionless, as if he was not tired at all.

Eiffelberg looked at Zhao Changshu for a long time, the horror in his heart became more and more serious, and he didn't understand when he broke his head, how could the little man in front of him have such a strong body, how could he get to this point, he still looked light, as if he was not tired at all?

How did he know that in the fast-paced fight just now, Zhao Changlan's internal breath was already unsustainable, and he had reached the end of the crossbow, if Eiffelberg could hold on and continue to fight with Zhao Changshu for half an hour, maybe Zhao Changshu would collapse. In this short or so minute, although Eisenberg was rested, Zhao Changlan recovered more completely, because as long as he could adjust his unsustainable internal breath, he would soon become vigorous again.

"Yikes! Go to hell! Eiffelberg didn't have time to rest any longer, so he suddenly swung the strange-looking axe in his hand and smashed it against Zhao's spear. The axe stirred the air and made a sharp whistling sound.

Zhao Changlan didn't dare to hold it up, and he was about to dodge when he turned his waist, but Eiffelberg had already gasped for breath, and the axe under the vigorous swing was faster than Zhao Changshu expected, Zhao Changlan couldn't dodge, and the sharp axe blade cut a big hole in his arm, and the flesh turned out, and the blood suddenly flowed down the smooth forearm, and fell to the ground silently, imprinting bright red roses on the ground.

"Roar! Good! Kill him! Kill him! ”

"Eisenberg is well done! Kill that yellow monkey! ”

Blood was finally seen in the ring, and the spectators in the stands began to go crazy, roaring tirelessly in their mouths, as if they were about to turn all their strength into boundless meaningless roars.

"Grandma's, ***! Lao Tzu is dead, are you so happy? Did Lao Tzu provoke you? Zhao Changshu looked at the crowd on the stage coldly, and scolded in his heart.

Although the wound on Zhao's arm did not hurt the bones, it looked very scary, bloody and outrageous.

However, Eiffelberg had obviously seen a lot of blood and wounds, and when he saw Zhao Lance injured, he not only did not have the slightest pity, but swung his axe and launched a continuous attack on Zhao Lance again.

Zhao Changlan, who was injured in the arm, not only did not panic, but his heart became more calm, seeing the move, seeing the style of dismantling, not seeking merit, first seeking no fault, and when Eisenberg made a mistake, he tried to kill with one blow!

The hard work paid off, and Zhao Changshu finally waited for this opportunity.

When Eisenberg swung his axe at his neck sideways, Zhao's spear didn't move, his waist straight, but his knees suddenly dropped, and it looked as if his body had jumped into a swimming pool that was not too deep.

When the axe floated across the top of Zhao Spear's head, Zhao Spear slammed into Eisenberg's chest, and his hard head slammed into Zhao Spear's broad shoulder, and at the same time, Zhao Spear's fist smashed on Echoelberg's chest hole like raindrops, and a few powerful punches instantly destroyed Echoelberg's body, which was obviously not as strong as it was at the beginning, and Effenberg's body seemed to be drained of strength all of a sudden, and he could no longer lift the strange-looking axe in his hand! Just looked at Zhao Changshu with a shocked face, he couldn't understand what Zhao Changshu would suddenly become so powerful.

Zhao Changshu punched Eiffelberg's chest seven times in a row, and each punch was enough to kill Eiffelberg!

After the seven punches, Zhao Changlan's figure did not stop at all, and suddenly jumped in front of the barbed wire, and then his feet fell back and forth on the barbed wire a few times, and his body reached the top of the barbed wire. Then Zhao Changlan's legs kicked the barbed wire under his feet again, and his body fell into the crowd like a ruyan nesting, and then quickly ran in the direction of Frank under the cover of the crowd!

Zhao Changlan's movements were too fast, and everyone in the stands focused on Eisenberg who stayed in the ring, so no one stared at Zhao Changshu at the first time!