Liu Piaoyun looked at the fat man Zhou who was carried down, shook his head and sighed: "Alas, why bother, the skin is almost ripe!"

Gao Yunlong and the others were also a little unbearable, and constantly helped Zhou Fatzi to apply healing medicine in the seat, and sniffed it from time to time.

"Well, it tastes good, but I don't know what it tastes like!"

Gao Yunshuang showed a disgusting expression and said, "Ahem...... I can't take this bite, his meat stinks!"

"In the next game of the third ring, Liu Piaoyun will fight Guan Daofu!"

After half a day of competition, in the third ring, the two of them finally met together!

Some of the martial artists who were still paying attention to the other rings, when they heard this shout, they all looked over, and the expressions in their eyes looked impatient!

The strength of this lore swordsman is obvious to all.

From just entering the Hundred Battles City, winning fifty consecutive matches in the gladiatorial arena, and now in the second round of elimination, this lore swordsman has always attracted a lot of attention, and they have all been thinking about it constantly.

Where are his limits, and where can he go?

This also makes many people very curious!

As for Guan Daofu's strength, it is even more needless to say.

A long time ago, he became famous at a young age on the Southern Continent, and he has always been steady and steady, becoming a giant figure of the younger generation!

With amazing natural qualities and backed by a super sect, such a character doesn't need too many words to describe him!

"These two are both heavyweights, this kind of fight is interesting!"

"I don't know which of them can end whose winning streak, one is a new dark horse, the other is a long-established old talent, their decisive victory is really exciting!"

"I'm very optimistic about the lore swordsman, he has always had an indifferent expression, and he hasn't shown any hole cards, so he shouldn't have met a real opponent yet!"

"I don't think so, I choose Guan Daofu, I think that the lore swordsman has always been that look, so even if he takes out his hole cards, people can't see it!"

On the viewing stage, many people were judging the two of them, talking in low voices!

In the midst of all the attention, the two of them walked into the ring very calmly, and their expressions did not fluctuate too much!

Yan Yangtian stared at Liu Piaoyun with his eyes, and the hatred in his eyes burned like a flame.

If it weren't for Liu Piaoyun abusing him so much in the ancient ruins, if it weren't for Liu Piaoyun suppressing him in the battle for the crown prince, how could he give birth to the demons in his heart?

"Oriental Continent Liu Piaoyun, please advise. ”

"Southern Continent Guan Daofu, please advise!"

The two arched their hands to each other very politely, and after saluting, Guan Daofu gently lifted the wooden stick in his hand, held it at the end of the stick, and pointed the tip of the stick at Liu Piaoyun from afar, no

There is a rush to attack!

Liu Piaoyun took two steps back, his body was slightly to the side, his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were condensed on the tip of the opponent's stick, forming a straight long line with it!

"Buzz!!"

The momentum of the two collided together in an instant in the space, forming a frenzied air flow that spread out in all directions!

The breeze lifted her long hair, revealing a delicate face, and Liu Piaoyun's expression was as calm as before, without the slightest tension when the big war was coming.

And Guan Daofu also looked indifferent, and his eyes were as calm as water!

After the two looked at each other for a moment, Guan Daofu carried a long stick and attacked first!

I saw him move instantly, waving a long stick in his hand, causing a cold gust of wind around him, leaving a clear afterimage in the spot as his body moved.

The wind howled, the thunder roared, the wind and thunder roared in unison, he jumped high, held the stick in one hand, and fell towards Liu Piaoyun's head!

In this Sumeru, his momentum has climbed to the peak, the power of this stick contains the swiftness of the wind, the roar of thunder, and the suffocating might!

Liu Piaoyun saw it clearly, and secretly said in his heart, it seems that this ordinary stick is very inconspicuous, but there are really a lot of famous halls among them.

"Bell!!"

When the stick was about to reach the top of his head, Liu Piaoyun also moved, and the ice sword in his hand was raised by him in an instant, blocking this rather heavy stick!

The two extremely powerful forces collided together in an instant, and immediately burst out with powerful energy, and invisible ripples scattered everywhere, and there seemed to be a gap in the space!

"Stick sweep the eight wilderness!!"

Guan Daofu snorted lightly, then retreated, and once again condensed a force that was transmitted into the long stick.

And this power, but the power of wind and thunder is hidden, and one wave is stronger than another, surging over like a wave!

"Boom!!"

Under this blow, Liu Piaoyun, who was standing in place, was immediately blasted into pieces, and the wooden stick fell to the ground, and was smashed into a spreading crack.

Guan Daofu frowned, put away his stick, and muttered, "Fake?"

The wind did not howl, and the dust dispersed.

He looked up and saw the edge of the ring, and at some point, seven afterimages appeared like substance!

And Liu Piaoyun stood with a sword, and a dignified look appeared on his face.

The power of the opponent's stick obviously surprised him a little, and at this time, he really faced this opponent!

"Buzz!!"

With the roar, the Ice Sword looked extremely excited, as if eager to compete with the stick on the other side.

A killing aura spread in an instant, and Liu Piaoyun rose into the air, with the intent of ice and fire attached to the sword body, and slashed directly towards the other party!

Seeing this, Guan Daofu's face was solemn, and the long stick in his hand was churning like a dragon, flying up and down, rolling up the boundless hunting wind, and carrying an incomparable momentum to meet it!

"Bell!!"

The two collided with each other again, and then a thunderous sound sounded, shattering the nine skies, the wind swept the clouds, and the entire ring shook for it!

The sound was deafening, and the sound waves were like thunder, passing through the barrier and reaching the ears of everyone.

In the stands, all the warriors looked shocked and frightened.

If there was no enchantment to resist, I am afraid that these people who were nearby would have been swept out long ago, and the strength of the two of them was really terrifying!

The two of them had no superfluous words or overly complicated expressions, and under one blow, they immediately danced coherent movements and fought together in an instant!

For such an opponent of equal strength, Guan Daofu no longer left his hands, carrying the artistic conception of wind and thunder, blessed on the wooden stick, like a high mountain, angrily splitting down!

In this stick, there is a fierce wind and a roar, there is a thunder roar, the thunder borrows the power of the wind, derives a monstrous momentum, rushes into the sky, the wind surges, and the heaven and earth change color!

Guan Daofu is very strong, but Liu Piaoyun is not weak, the artistic conception of the sword burst out, and the fierce murderous aura conjures up a boundless ocean, and even the space seems to be solidified.

Across the competition platform in the distance, the people on the viewing platform can feel a palpitation, one can imagine what kind of pressure the locked Guan Daofu should be under at this time!

(End of chapter)