Ling Qingfeng held this Oriental swordsman in his hand, and the other party seemed to have completely lost the power to resist.

"I don't like your evaluation of the word righteousness just now, it's a kind of nobility, you Orientals don't understand! Throw in the towel! ”

Ling Qingfeng said lightly, through the mask, he suddenly saw this Oriental man who was carried in his hand showing extremely resentful eyes, and he couldn't help but move in his heart.

The strength in his hand relaxed for seven points, and he casually threw Makoto Tojo to the floor.

Makoto Tojo's body slammed into the floor like mud, motionless.

Ling Qingfeng looked at the referee's bench and waved them to open the bulletproof glass, announcing that the game of Black Dragon would fail.

The bulletproof glass slowly rose, and the sound outside gradually came in.

Ling Qingfeng turned his back to Makoto Tojo, and didn't seem to care about the other party's life or death.

Suddenly, Makoto Tojo picked up the small knife on the ground, bounced up, and wrapped around Ling Qingfeng's body in an extremely strange posture.

This change came so suddenly that everyone in the audience stopped moving, staring at this scene in amazement.

Makoto Tojo uses the sleeping technique of judo, locking the opponent's body with his limbs and then suppressing it.

Under normal circumstances, with his physical strength data, it is impossible to complete it on the masked man, but the most terrible thing is that he has a knife in his hand, and he does not need to suppress the ground at all, he only needs to burst out of his physical strength, lock the opponent for 0.01 seconds, and he can be killed directly with a knife!

The blade pressed against Ling Qingfeng's neck and wiped it down fiercely.

This scene was so tragic that many Hongmen disciples couldn't bear to cover their eyes, they couldn't bear to see such a change.

Everyone in the audience was indignant. They thought of the martial arts hero Huo Yuanjia, who died in the ring after being drugged by the Orientals!

How similar is this scene today. It's all a plot, and it's all Orientals who are inferior to pigs and dogs. In their eyes, there is only victory and defeat, and there is no benevolence!

The Orientals in the Black Dragon Society's camp all had round eyes, and they all blushed with excitement and had thick necks, and they screamed.

The blade was only one millimeter away from piercing the masked man's neck, and the cold blade was already attached to his skin, but at this millimeter distance, Tojo Makoto suddenly found that he no longer had the strength to hand it out.

Because Ling Qingfeng's hands were already firmly on Tojo Cheng's shoulders, the so-called lock joint technique. It doesn't make sense to him at all.

An innate powerhouse who is proficient in the Tyrannical Ape Bone-Breaking Hand, how can he be locked by a strength like Makoto Tojo! Whether it's strength or skill, he's too far behind!

Ling Qingfeng's ten fingers were full of dark energy, and he suddenly exerted force!

Sizzle! Makoto Tojo's arms and shoulders were completely separated.

The flesh and bones were separated, a large amount of blood was shot out, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Makoto Tojo howled miserably, and the fear in his heart instantly rose to the top in the pain.

He punched the masked man in the chest with his remaining arm, though he knew it was futile. But in a hurry, there aren't many options.

Click! Makoto Tojo's fist was pinched in the palm of Ling Qingfeng's palm, and when he squeezed his five fingers, the opponent's fist was like dough. The entire palm of the hand was pinched and deformed.

With a casual throw, Makoto Tojo's body was like a ravaged rag doll, easily flying into the corner of the ring. His whole body was bloody, and he had convulsions non-stop.

It happened just too fast. Many of the spectators outside the ring held their breath, and one chill after another flashed in their hearts.

What is this trick? Tear people down with bare hands? It's so brutal! This guy doesn't move. One move will kill people and break people's souls, it's terrifying!

Ling Qingfeng slowly stretched his blood-stained left palm in front of the mask, looked at it, and then shook off the blood beads between his fingers.

Not brutal, not murderous! The last one to die must be himself! Here is the global black. Dao Fighting Awards, the opponents on the stage, all of them are not good, if you don't use thunder means to deter them, the later fights will be very difficult!

Although Ling Qingfeng doesn't like to kill, he doesn't have any psychological burden to deal with these strong people with a black family background.

Shen Hongyan in the audience watched Xia Hou make a move, and although her pretty face was as cold as frost, she nodded frequently.

Because in her opinion, Xia Hou's performance just now was very rational, the first game was defeated by strength, the second game exploded with speed, and he killed Makoto Tojo in seconds, he was announcing to other opponents that he had no shortcomings! And the most important thing is to be ferocious enough, if you want to be his opponent, you have to think about it clearly!

Killing and injuring opponents at the lowest cost, how many hidden means does this masked man have? This question is in the minds of all the participating martial artists present. It seems that he wants to sit in Lianzhuang, but it is not all arrogant, and he still has some confidence!

The bulletproof glass slowly rose to its peak, and the referee's side also announced that the winner of this game was the mask man on behalf of Hongmen.

"Next challenger, please come on stage! Who's next? "Benny. Howard shouted with a microphone in hand.

Two minutes passed, and no one stepped up to the ring.

The masters are not bad at eyesight, and now is the time when this masked man has sufficient physical strength and his momentum is rising, whoever gnaws on this hard bone will break a mouthful of teeth! Wait until he is tired and his momentum is weak, and then he can play.

"Does no one have the confidence to overcome him? The war has just begun! What about your courage? We look forward to new warriors stepping up! your moms! Don't give him time to rest, get on it! "Benny. Howard was full of swear words, constantly teasing and stimulating the other contestants.

Finally, someone has stepped up again!

The famous war machine of the Russian gangsters, the ace winner of the Siberian Black Fist training camp, known as the Great White Shark Chekhov, is him! He stood in the ring.

Chekhov is 1.95 meters tall, full of muscles of steel, bald and looks like an Arhat in a temple, so strong that he is not human.

According to the data, Chekhov was the Russian record holder for killing with his bare hands, and was proficient in hundreds of efficient methods of killing. He is not a simple martial artist, but a killing machine, even if he encounters physical strength better than him. An opponent with greater strength and speed than him. also fell in front of his murderous technique with the same hatred.

Chekhov came to power, and the Russian black family camp shouted his name one after another. Many people even stood up directly and bent down to salute him, including many high-ranking people and powerful people of the Black Family.

Because in their eyes, Chekhov represents the spirit of the fighting people of Russia, and his killing skills have been sublimated into a gorgeous art.

Ling Qingfeng stared at the opponent in front of him, this person's appearance looked similar to the first Aesop on the field, both were power-type muscular hunks, but his intuition as an innate master told him that this bald guy was not simple, he was fundamentally different from that Aesop.

If Aesop and Chekhov face off. It may be a very difficult process, but in the end it will be Chekhov who will win, because this man is imbued with a deep self-confidence in his bones.

This bald guy is not easy to deal with! Ling Qingfeng had already come to a conclusion.

Maybe these people are not innate and can't even fight the dark energy, but the strength of these Western warriors is that they are strong, their vitality and endurance are amazingly strong, and their attack power is perverted, and they are not very good, even if they exchange moves for moves. Exchange injuries for lives, and you can also fight your opponent alive!

The bulletproof glass slowly lowered again, enveloping the two of them.

Chekhov crossed his arms and suddenly grinned at Ling Qingfeng. Laughing: "Boy, I'm going to blow your head up!" Do you understand? ”

Ling Qingfeng didn't bother to argue with him, and took a deep breath. Slowly tucked his right fist under his ribs and held his breath. Steady his horse and calmly look at his opponent.

Chekhov had already made up his mind at this moment. Fight steadily, get close to him, fight for serious injuries, and fight him in close combat! As long as he can restrain the other party, with his mastery of various killing techniques, it shouldn't be a problem to kill him.

One, two, three, Chekhov tentatively approached the masked man.

Many people outside the arena widened their eyes and stared at the distance between the two without blinking, shortening little by little.

"Good boy, don't move, that's right! Don't move, you're going to think about hitting me! yes, that's it, a hard punch at me! ”

Chekhov's gamble is to fight to get injured, close the distance at once, and kill this kid!

Here it comes! Now is the time! Chekhov suddenly pounced forward, did not avoid it, opened his arms, and attacked in a bear hug posture.

In the eyes of others, his playing style is very bold, and he takes the initiative to change his moves, which is gambling on his own life!

Ling Qingfeng couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect this guy to be so bold and pounce on him like this.

"Good! If you don't want to die, I want your life! ”

Ling Qingfeng reacted in an instant, his ten toes tightened, and at the same time he suddenly grabbed the ground, his heel slammed, and the whole person flew up like a rocket.

He bent his knees in mid-air, and with a bang, he hit the opponent in the chest with a deep knee.

Chekhov only felt a huge force hit his chest, hitting him in the chest, and he almost lost his breath.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Qingfeng took advantage of the reaction force of the knee collision, his body stagnated in mid-air, and suddenly raised a little higher, bent his arm and elbow, condescendingly, and smashed his elbow on Chekhov's heavenly spirit cover.

As dark as a needle, it stabbed the tip of the elbow into the opponent's brain. With Ling Qingfeng's innate internal strength, the needle-shaped dark energy shot out by this dark energy burst almost penetrated Chekhov's entire brain.

From the Heavenly Spirit Gai to the chin, the internal tissue structure of the skull was destroyed by the dark energy in one fell swoop.

Boom! The bodies of Ling Qingfeng and Chekhov landed at the same time, and the audience was shocked!

The expression on Chekhov's face was unusually frightened, even his eyes protruded, and his death was tragic.

One punch and one elbow, how could Chekhov be beaten to death?

Those Russians who did not understand the martial arts of the East were so frightened that they even vomited out the old wine overnight.

They wept bitterly, their faces were full of unwillingness, and they never imagined that Chekhov, who was proficient in killing skills, would be killed by someone with such a sharp but ordinary method!

Flying knee and volley elbow strike, it is completely a ruthless style of fighting in Muay Thai, this summer is really not simple, the move is like a dragon seeing the head but not the end, until now, no one can figure out his routine, but it has left great psychological pressure on other opponents!

Shen Hongyan felt more and more that his choice was correct, Xia Hou was too strong! Be sure to get him to join the Dragoons!

The audience fell into a dead silence. Until the staff dragged Chekhov's body out of the ring, the masked man suddenly raised his arm, and he had something to say. (To be continued......)