Chapter 401: Between Life and Death

The sound of a drum is 333 mallets, as urgent as raindrops, and when the strong man beating the drum closes the hammer, people feel that the tense vibration rhythm is still 'swinging' in the ears, accelerating the heartbeat. In the ring, the two fighters pointed at each other, and the drums moved, as if it was a continuation of the drums, and the two of them each let out a loud shout, and the life-and-death struggle began!

The blade of the tearing tiger is a mountain opening axe, the sharpness of the axe blade can be felt from a distance, and it will inevitably be broken into two when it is cut by a heavy axe, and Li Huaitang is a relatively thin strange knife in his hand, which is bent and thicker than the Tang knife, but if it collides with the mountain opening axe, it is obvious that Li Huaitang will suffer, and many people are sweating for Li Huaitang in their hearts.

The gamblers who supported the tearing tiger secretly said: The sword of the tearing tiger is sharp and the armor is strong, and Li Huaitang is dead!

Not only does the weapon look good, but the armor on the whole body is neat, and it seems that he can ignore the sword and gun. Look at Li Huaitang again, without any armor, once he is hit, he will be finished.

Not everyone sees it that way, and knowledgeable veterans don't think so, heavy blades are powerful, but not good for speed. Sure enough, the sound of the round axe was terrifying, and it slashed through the trajectory of Li Huaitang's figure.

"It's so fast!" The audience exclaimed, feeling incredible for Li Huaitang's speed.

A round ended in the blink of an eye, and neither seemed to be harmed. In fact, only the parties know what happened. Tearing Hu'er was shocked to find that the heart shield on his body had been broken, just now Li Huaitang flashed, and the Han knife in his hand left traces on his body, if it weren't for the strong Mingguang armor, it would be his 'chest' that would be cracked.

Li Huaitang's speed was very fast, there was almost no pause, and the second knife was slashed out at the moment when the tiger was surprised.

I saw the scratches of the blade, and I only listened to the sonorous blade. The Khitans took a few steps back, and a gap appeared in the blade of the mountain axe, which looked extremely dazzling in the sunlight. After tearing the tiger, he was terrified, the opponent's inhuman speed was really terrifying, and the block in the second round was quite reluctant, even if it was a little bit like a hair, the damage on the blade of the mountain axe was already a wound on his body.

"Good!" Li Huaitang's fans cheered in surprise. This time, the audience saw clearly that the seemingly thin scimitar in Li Huaitang's hand was extremely sharp, and he almost cut off the neck of the Khitan.

"Look, the armor on the torn tiger is broken!" The sharp-eyed man suddenly discovered that the armor on the Khitan people had been stabbed at some point, and the heart goggles were split in half.

"The general is not good!" The audience was secretly amazed, and more people were happy and prescient about their bets.

In the ring, Li Huaitang did not pause, continued the third knife, the fourth knife, pressed and slashed the tiger, the tiger did not have the slightest strength to fight back, passively and thrillingly left and right, there was an extra damage on his body and on the axe.

There is no suspense in the duel, and the fall of the Khitans is either the next knife or the next one.

"Little lady, let's go with my uncle." In the dense crowd, a middle-aged man pulled the beautiful and amazing little lady out of the scene, he couldn't bear to let the pure little lady witness the last cruel and bloody scene, anyway, he thought it had come to light.

The little lady reluctantly turned back one step at a time, she was afraid of blood, but she didn't know what Li Huaitang had on her body, which deeply attracted her attention. The name Li Huaitang is not unfamiliar to her, more than two years ago, a Hu man left her a crystal ball before he died, and there is another name: Li Huaitang. She still kept the crystal ball of the "fine" beauty, and put it at home in Luoyang, this time it was to go to Chang'an with her uncle who was on an errand, just in time for the grand event of asking for a princess in the ring. When she heard Li Huaitang's name at first glance, her heart was like a deer, and in order to satisfy the curiosity in her heart, she begged her uncle to take her to the ring. His uncle couldn't resist the pitiful attack of the little lady, so he had to agree to let her accompany him.

The sensual pulse of the scene touched the heart of the little lady, Li Huaitang himself is not very old, although he is not a beautiful gentleman, but he is also handsome and extraordinary, the only pity and makes her feel that there is a thorn in her heart is that this person's preference seems to be a little weird, and there are always several handsome Langjun around him.

Before the little lady could take two steps, the crowd suddenly broke out into an uproar: "Why don't you fight?" Did the Khitans throw in the towel? ”

Xiao Xiao Niang and her uncle looked back suspiciously, Xiao Xiao Niang was blocked by the crowd and couldn't see what was happening, and her tall uncle saw it, the Khitans shouted to stop the game, and several Khitans jumped into the ring to interfere with the duel.

"What's going on?" The audience was talking. Seeing the fruits of victory in his hands, he was suddenly and mercilessly looted.

The dissatisfaction of the audience did not affect Li Huaitang's mood, his face was not shocked, and he calmly waited for the results of the 'negotiations' on the main stage. Just now, the Khitans saw that the momentum was not good, and they actually asked for a pause.

The quarrel between Li Yi and the Khitans on the main stage finally stopped, and I saw him frowning and walking off the main stage and into the ring again.

"General Wangye, are the Khitans planning to surrender?" Li Huaitang looked at the tearing tiger on the side playfully, but it was Li Yi who asked.

Li Yi shook his head and said with a wry smile: "No." The Khitans said that you don't wear armor, and the sharpness of the sword is unfair to them, and demanded a rematch in hand-to-hand combat. ”

"Okay, that's what they want." Li Huaitang smiled faintly, and his smile showed that his "chest" was complete.

Originally, the unreasonable troubles of the Khitans made Li Yi very embarrassed, he didn't expect that Li Huaitang would agree to the shameless demands of the Khitans so readily, in other words, in the case of he, in the case of taking the advantage, he would definitely not give the Khitans a chance to turn the tables.

"Good! The gentleman is frank 'swing' 'swing'! The general is really heroic! Li Yi praised the neutrality of the sabotage from the bottom of his heart.

"Damn it!" Li Huaitang's fans were extremely angry, "I've seen shamelessness, but I've never seen such shamelessness." It's obviously a loss, even if you're afraid of admitting defeat to death, you still have the face to ask for a new battle? ”

No matter how 'excited' the emotions of the audience were, the facts still developed according to the wishes of the Khitans. Tearing Hu'er took off his Mingguang armor and put down the broken mountain axe. Amazingly, the Khitans danced the great god.

Li Yi said to Ke Tu Yu dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? If you don't fight again, I'll treat you Khitans as if you admit defeat. ”

Ke Tu explained: "It is our custom to ask the gods for instructions and pray for their blessings before hand-to-hand combat. ”

The great god dance of the Khitan people was not very good, and Li Huaitang felt a little disgusting and couldn't bear to witness it, but in the end, the Khitan people's actions caught his attention. The protagonist of the Great Divine Dance, a grimacing wizard, muttered words and looked solemn, holding an iron plate on a makeshift wooden frame, under which was placed a burning torch, on which a black object slowly began to emit light smoke under the heat. The great god beckoned to the tearing tiger, and the tearing tiger obediently stood on the edge of the iron plate, under the countless curious eyes, put his nose to the light smoke, and kept inhaling deeply, that greedy and enjoyable appearance made Li Huaitang consciously include it in the ranks of later generations of addicts, although he had never seen opium with his own eyes, but Li Huaitang was very suspicious that the tearing tiger was absorbing opium, this thing is available in the Western Regions, maybe it was sold to the territory of the Khitans by which merchants.

Not many people know what the Khitan people are messing with, but there are also well-informed people, such as Park Zhenghuan, a native of Silla, who has been to the territory of the Khitans and has seen the same scene.

"Let me tell you, tearing the tiger is receiving the blessing of the god of war, this is the most mysterious ritual of the Khitans, all the warriors who have been cared for by the god of war are brave and abnormal, and there are few people in the world who can match them. Haha, this time the tiger will definitely surprise us! Park Zhenghuan is full of confidence, and it is based on this that he is optimistic about tearing the tiger and dares to gamble with the ghost head of the Japanese country.

The news spread ten, ten and hundred, which dealt a heavy blow to the confidence of Li Huaitang's fans. Regardless of the era, people have a reverence for the gods, especially in ancient times, whose hearts were even heavier. In the audience, the worry for Li Huaitang was pervasive again. However, the message that fans read from Li Huaitang's face was still a calm smile, which gave them some comfort.

I don't know how much light smoke I smoked, the tearing tiger suddenly raised his head and screamed, as if crazy, his strong fists kept beating on the 'naked' and 'exposed' 'chest', the sound of "bang bang" was especially better than the mallet drum, and the strong muscles and 'flesh' of the upper body were tight, and the green tendons were highlighted, giving people the feeling that there was a terrible and mysterious power inside, as if the god of war had quietly penetrated his body.

In the audience, Park Zhenghuan's face was full of joy, and he pointed at the tearing tiger and continued to be alarmist: "Hehe, when you see Ningyuan's General Li turn into two halves, don't scream 'pee' and 'pants'." Last time, the tiger was possessed by the god of war in this way, and as a result, a tiger was torn in half by him, I witnessed it with my own eyes, it was amazing! ”

"Nonsense, didn't you hear his name as Tear Tiger? I heard that he was already powerful when he was three years old, and swept through the grasslands when he was ten years old......"

Rumors are spreading falsely, and they are getting more and more terrifying......

The only way to break the magic is to turn the magic into decay. Maybe the tiger will become stronger, but Li Huaitang is fearless, and when he stands in the ring again, Li Huaitang is still full of confidence, although he finds that his opponent is different from just now. At this time, the eyes of the tearing tiger were shining, the facial features were hideous and terrifying, and the whole person was restless, looking fanatical, aggressive and extremely excited.

The sound of the drums had no effect on tearing the tiger, and the tight drumming became the catalyst for him to go crazy, screaming and rushing towards Li Huaitang, and 'desire' punched Li Huaitang to death.

Obviously, the speed of tearing the tiger was faster, the power was greater, and the sudden attack was almost successful, and the iron fist grazed Li Huaitang's ears, and the fierce wind sounded in Li Huaitang's ears. missed a punch, and Tear Tiger broke out another punch, this time intercepted by Li Huaitang's fists.

"Bang!" The sound of the 'excited' collision is vividly felt in the hearts of the audience, and although they can't hear it, the viewers can't help but respond with their hearts.

"Ahh Pei Xiaoniang and other beauties exclaimed. Li Huaitang was obviously at a disadvantage, taking two steps back after receiving the punch, his figure still swayed, and the tearing tiger took a step back.

For Li Huaitang, this is unprecedented, the strength of the opponent is unimaginable, a bit unexpected to him, and finally met the fierce opponent in his life!

took the initiative to grasp the hands of the tiger, the two punches did not succeed, and the tiger's iron fist continued to take Li Huaitang directly. Li Huaitang's figure moved sharply, and he waved his hand to block accordingly, skillfully defusing two consecutive heavy punches with terrifying speed.

Tearing Tiger's eyes gradually turned red with each punch, killing the opponent at this moment was his only thought, before achieving the goal, he was tireless, and his fist shrouded Li Huaitang like a torrential rain.

Seeing that the tearing tiger was like a divine help, no one suspected that the tearing tiger was possessed by the god of war. Fans who supported Li Huaitang were worried about the sudden and drastic turn of the situation, and they held their breath, wanting to work hard for Li Huaitang but couldn't do it, so they could only be secretly anxious. And the supporters of the tearing tiger shouted excitedly, every punch thrown by the tearing tiger in the ring in the attack can cause their frenzy, the offensive is sharp and gratifying, and victory is in sight, but it is a pity that although General Ning Yuan Li can't fight back, he can always barely eliminate the offensive of tearing the tiger invisibly.

Li Huaitang was most worried about Pei Xiaoniang, the audience was nervous about the victory and defeat, and it was money, but they tightened their hearts for Li Huaitang's life, because they were too anxious, tears even rolled in their eyes.

"What to do? Sister Yueyue, hurry up and find a way! Tears were already eye-catching, flowing on Pei Xiaoniang's pink face, but she was unaware and helplessly pulled Liu Shangyue.

Liu Shangyue was so nervous that Fang Xin almost jumped out of her throat: "I, I, Li Lang, no, don't fight, don't fight." "The helpless Liu Meiren actually wanted to follow the example of the Khitans and stop the duel.

Hu Yijian stopped the ladies who wanted to rush into the ring in time, and persuaded him: "Madam, don't go up, the Khitans are crazy, the duel will not stop, you will only harm the general, don't worry now, the general can still maintain the battle situation, and we will wait and see the changes." Please believe the general, he will definitely defeat the Khitans. ”

Hu Yijian was talking, Li Huaitang finally ate a punch, in the process of retreating, he couldn't dodge, and he was hit with a heavy punch on the shoulder, but fortunately, the process of retreating pulled out the distance and offset a lot of strength, stunned, Li Huaitang was still almost knocked down, took a few steps back, and was 'forced' to the edge of the ring.

There are no railings on the edge of the ring, and those who fall down are naturally going to lose the duel. The exclamations from the audience represent two attitudes, regret and luck.

The exclamation did not stop, but it began again. Tearing the tiger and quickly 'forced' Li Huaitang, showing the thunderbolt flying 'legs' for the first time, the movement was so fast that the audience couldn't see it clearly, leaving only a strong shadow in their eyes. No, it should be two shadows, Li Huaitang, who is on the edge of the ring, has counterattacked!

In the last battle, Li Huaitang also broke out with an earth-shattering shout, the punch he had just received brought him heart-piercing pain, and also 'stimulated' his life-playing potential, and resolutely rushed forward against the flying 'legs' of the tearing tiger, and the electric light and flint could avoid the kicking footboard, and hit the crotch of the tearing tiger jumping in the air, and knocked the tearing tiger into the center of the ring.

"Wow! Good! Not only in the audience, but even the officials on the main stage have released uncomfortable depression.

Taking advantage of the moment when the tiger got up, Li Huaitang endured the pain in his left shoulder and hurriedly stepped forward, gathered his strength on his right fist, and went straight to the 'door' of the tiger's face.

"Bang!" Tearing Tiger was caught off guard, and he really ate a punch, the bridge of his nose was fractured, and the blood flowed.

The tough Tiger Tearer did not fall, but only took a few steps backwards. Li Huaitang's offensive stalled slightly because of the injury to his left shoulder, and he was too slow to retract his right fist and strike again, so he chose to use his 'legs' to sweep the hall with a short 'leg' to scrape the tiger down.

The strong, heavy body of the tearing tiger lost its balance and slammed into the ring of the wooden planks, and several broken planks flew into the air in response, showing the people the strong and perverted power of the people.

Another exclamation broke out, and people saw Li Huaitang leaping horizontally in the air, his elbow attack had been completed, like a sleeping Arhat in the air, and the target was the "pillow" not far below the elbow and tearing the tiger.

"Bang!" The table of the ring was damaged again, and a piece of broken wood was 'stirred' up several feet high, and the murderer was Li Huaitang's elbow.

This time, Lian Hu was glad that it was the turn of the Khitans and their supporters, if Li Huaitang's elbow hit the tearing tiger, the tearing tiger would have no other fate except to kill him, even if the god of war was possessed, Hua Tuo would not be able to save him if he was alive.

In mid-air, Li Huaitang had already seen a tearing tiger rolling in embarrassment, and unfortunately, in the end, his killing blow was only a hair's length away from tearing tiger.

The two duelists once again stood on an equal starting line, and the initiative of the sneak attack of the tiger was wiped out, and both of them were traumatized to varying degrees, on the surface, the injuries of the tiger were more serious, the face was covered with blood, and the nose that was once high was crooked to the side.

The cold wind is silent. In the ring, the two kept their distance and stood on each side, silently staring at each other. The audience was engrossed, perhaps infected by the atmosphere in the ring, and no one spoke, all waiting for the result of suddenly becoming 'confused'.

The cold field lasted only three normal breaths, and the two duelists started the offensive at the same time. The fists of the two men collided with each other impartially, making a dull sound, and in the exclamation, the two of them each took two steps back.

There was no time to pay attention to and feel the pain coming from the fist, and in a short time, the second fist collision occurred again, and it was a step backwards.

The third hedging, limited by the distance, the strength of both sides was much weaker, Li Huaitang turned his fist into a palm, caught the fist of the tearing tiger, and the left 'leg' flew up and kicked towards the lower abdomen of the tearing tiger.

The reaction of the tearing tiger was first-class, and he raised his 'legs' to protect the place of his descendants.

The pain from the 'leg' made Li Huaitang grin, he didn't know what it felt like to tear the tiger under the bloody face, a kick missed, Li Huaitang took the opportunity to push away the tearing tiger's fist, using the palm as a knife, slashing at the tearing tiger's neck, tearing the tiger was not idle, and the fist on the other side struck in time to smash Li Huaitang's cheek.

It is a typical and lethal fighting style, Li Huaitang accurately slashed the neck of the tearing tiger, and the tearing tiger also hit the target in his eyes as he wished. However, due to the cross-fertilization and collision of the arms of the two people, no practical effect was achieved.

At this time, the advantage of tearing the tiger began to be 'revealed', compared to Li Huaitang's injured arm, his two arms moved freely, fighting 'chest' to take Li Huaitang's punch, both arms grabbed Li Huaitang, and lifted him high above the top.

"Tear him apart!" The supporters of the Khitans were ecstatic, and the bet was about to turn into Huang Chengcheng's profits.

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