In the third game, Master Haji from the Three Kingdoms of Afghanistan faced Luo Yinglong from Donghua Shangguo.

"Luo Yinglong, if you dare to tease and lose, you are going to let me do a three-day test." Seeing Luo Yinglong standing up happily, Chu Xuan said lightly.

As if he had been knocked on the head, and as if he had been poured cold water, Luo Yinglong's rushing appearance suddenly became like a dog with his ears drooping.

"Wow, got it."

One of the funniest matches of this year's martial arts tournament began.

I saw a bald man on the west side of the ring, dressed in tattered monk's clothes, skinny as wood, and his bare upper body with dark skin, as if he had just been baked on the grill. There was a madman on the east side, with long hair scattered and a snow-white robe, but a pair of bare feet and hairy calves were exposed.

"Lord Shiva bless." The bald man muttered, unclear.

"Ah, the wind blows little JJ, it's so cool." The madman roared, shocking the four.

"Well, I don't know him." Everyone from the Zhongzhou team and the Xihai team said together.

"Ready, go!"

The referee loudly announced the start of the fight between the two performance artists, and then the next moment.

"Phew"

The bald man raised his leg and kicked the madman in the face a foot away.

"Yoga!"

"This is the enhancement of the three people in the Street Fighter world!" Cheng Xiao shouted.

"It stinks to me, look at the thunder in my palm!"

The madman shouted, grabbed the bald man's feet, and lightning flashed between his hands.

"Zilazila"

The electricity was magnificent, the stage was full of the smell of barbecue, the bald man was not doing much, and the long hair of the madman stood up one by one.

"You, let go of my legs."

"I won't let it go."

"Don't let go, I'll beat you."

"You fight."

"Phew"

"I'll hit you too."

"Knock"

"It's so beautiful, I can't stand it."

Zhao Yingkong took out the knife and looked at the madman on the field, looking like he was going to go with the knife.

"Haji, you idiot." Gandhi yelled.

"Luo-Ying-Long!!" Zheng Qi roared angrily.

"Don't scream, you can't use a sword, you can't use a magic weapon, I'll only have this Wang Ba Fist." The madman muttered.

"I'm going to burn you." Haji seemed to be constipated, his dark face was swollen red, and then he snorted and spit out a mouthful of flames, which were so powerful that they set Luo Yinglong's robe and hair on fire.

"You will be hot, I won't, look at my samadhi true fire!" The madman shouted, and he was furious, and threw himself at the other man, holding him tightly, and falling to the ground and twisting into a ball.

A moment later.

"Uh, referee, this bald man is out of breath, he should declare me win, right?"

A moment later, when the two separated, the madman was unrecognizable, spitting smoke rings and dancing, but the bald man was silent.

"Haji, Haji, bastard, I'm going to kill you." Eight bald heads thundered.

"Well, because Luo Yinglong killed the other party, according to the rules, Luo Yinglong failed this time." The referee announced.

"What, obviously I won, wow, let me go."

But Zheng Zhe couldn't help it, so he went up to carry him back like a chicken.

"I really don't know what Ren Shou's expression will be when he sees this battle." Chen Ping shook his head and said.

"Who is Ren Shou?" Zhu Wen asked

"The ancestor of the Shushan Sword Sect."

"Oh, I thought the ancestor of the Shushan Sword Sect was Dugu Sword." Zhu Wen said.

"Huh."

Chen Ping snorted.

"What Haji is, he should also be an expert at playing with fire, how could he be burned to death by fire?" Ming Yanwei asked.

"Well, it's just that it's also playing with fire, this flame also has high and low, that Luo Yinglong, should have learned the exercises of the Tushi Bagua Furnace, this decisive battle, and also got a little Tushi fire, that is Lao Tzu's alchemy Danhuo, in terms of level, it is much higher than the fire used by Haji, when the two people scuffled, Luo Yinglong put the Tushi fire out, so that Haji was burned to death." Chen Ping explained.

In the fourth game, Jebit vs. Chu Xuan, because Jebit cheated, was hit by Zheng Zha-Demon, and Chu Xuan won directly.

"The next is the fifth battle, and the two sides participating are Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Fukong!"

"And, at the request of both sides, the rules of this battle have been changed, and both sides have signed life and death papers, and they can use weapons in battle." ”

"Long time no see, my brother." Zhao Yingkong stood up in his seat, his body just flashed, and he had already appeared in the ring and said to the other party.

Opposite him, the man spread a pair of black bone wings and flew onto the stage with a hula la.

"Well, my little apple, have you regained your real you?"

This man had a smile on his face, but he had a pair of cold eyes, and when he looked at the other party, it was like looking at a corpse, and there was nothing but killing intent.

"It's a pity that you're not my real brother, you're just a copy of him." Zhao Ying said emptyly.

"What's the difference?" Zhao Fukong's clone pulled out a black short sword, and said indifferently: "My little apple is ripe, it's time to pick." ”

"Yes, the real Zhao Fukong is dead, and you should go with him." Zhao Yingkong pulled out two transparent crystal daggers, and faint purple flames burned on the blades.

"Hahaha, let's go, let's start, I can't wait to eat you." The clone Zhao Fukong's eyes turned red, his breathing became heavy, like a bloodthirsty beast, he walked forward slowly, and with each step, he left an afterimage in place, which seemed to be a slow pace, but it was surprisingly fast!

Zhao Yingkong snorted, unlike Zhao Fukong's charge, she disappeared directly from the stage.

"Hehe, is it invisible, you have a few nice pieces of equipment on you." Zhao Yukong's clone laughed grimly, "But do you know what my enhancement is, my enhancement is a demon hunter!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a strange-looking piece of cloth, blindfolded himself, and swooped in one direction without hesitation.

Just like those corrected enhancements, the Demon Hunter enhancements exchanged by the main god do not need to really blind their eyes, but in order to achieve the mental vision effect of the real Demon Hunter, they need to borrow a magic item, that is, Sargeras's terrifying vision, with the help of this blindfold, the enemy's position can be marked in the mental vision, ignoring all invisibility and hiding effects.

But his voice stopped suddenly, just because his target was already rushing towards him at a faster speed.

That's - a flash!

There was a roar on the stage, which was the explosion when the speed broke through the sound barrier, and Zhao Yingkong's dagger in both hands resonated with the flames of hell, and he swung out a flame blade that was more than two feet long, bringing up a huge cross, and falling towards Zhao Yukong.

It was the assassin's instincts and reflexes that saved him, and Zhao Yukong quickly blocked the black blade in his hand in front of him, which was exactly the point of the cross.

"Smack"

It didn't break loudly, the magic blade that was at least B-level shattered from the middle, turning into a day's dust, the flames of hell, burning on Zhao Fukong's arm, with a squeaky sound.

"Ahh

Zhao Fukong let out a miserable scream, the flame of hell, the flame that scorched people's souls, the pain caused by it was by no means easy to bear, so at that moment, a pair of crescent blades suddenly appeared, the sharp blade tip flashed, cutting off all the skin contaminated with flames, and parrying the opponent's dagger, at the same time, the green with black flames bloomed from Zhao Fukong's body, firmly surrounding him.

"Flame of Sacrifice, Aeginoth Blade."

Zhao Yingkong smiled, wiped her hands, and between her two daggers, there was an extra chain, and suddenly, her attack range expanded several times at once.

"Quick, so fast!"

Two flames, strange weapons, swinging at a speed of Mach 1, spun, bringing terrifying attack power, the referee had long been scared away, and the entire perimeter of the ring had become a death zone.

The characteristics of these two people are similar, but the way of expression is very different, Zhao Yingkong, who has opened the Demon Hunter bloodline enhancement, is mainly based on high attack, high evasion, and powerful positional attack, while Zhao Yingkong is characterized by high attack range and high-speed movement, which is beyond Zhao Yukong's imagination.

The enhancement of the Demon Hunter is actually fatal to the original Zhao Yingkong, whether it is the Flame of Sacrifice, or the dodge, or the Aesinos Blade, and the fighting style of the Demon Hunter, it is all a restraint on the melee profession, especially the assassin and the thief class, if Zhao Yingkong is still the original one, in the face of Zhao Zhuokong at this time, there is no chance at all, but today's medium-distance combat is the strengthening of Zhao Zhuokong, which is greatly weakened.

"Brother, it was fate that brought me here, let us meet, I'm ready, I've got the consciousness to kill you, what about you?"

Zhao Yingkong's voice suddenly sounded in the field, which was different from her usual voice, at this time, her voice was a little more heroic, a little impassioned, and a little indomitable.

At the same time, war streaks were revealed from her exposed snow-white skin, making her previous coldness a little more bloody.

"You will pay for what you have done, and you will die in agony."

At the end, she suddenly raised her head to the sky and roared, and a large stream of infernal flames rose from the ground, enveloping her in it.