As soon as Li Feiyun hit Peng Lianhai's shoulder, the face behind the mask suddenly changed, and he quickly retracted his hand like an electric shock, and when he looked at it again, his palm had been stabbed with blood, and the blood on the wound had turned blue-black.

Looking at Peng Lianhai's shoulders again, the pale red military attache uniform had been torn into pieces with a palm, revealing the shoulder armor inside, and the leather shoulder armor was nailed with a lot of blue barbs, obviously fed with poison, and had been hit into a large piece, and Li Feiyun's hand was injured by the barb.

There was a long bloodshot hanging from the corner of Peng Lianhai's mouth, and the palm just now also hurt him a lot, but he still earned it, the stinger on his shoulder was still a trick he used when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, and it has not been used for more than ten years.

Li Feiyun pointed at the four or five acupoints of his left hand in a row, and at this moment, the black qi had risen from the entire palm to the forearm, and that hand was more than twice as swollen, Li Feiyun held the sword and pointed directly at Peng Lianhai, his voice was shocked and angry: "You are so shameless, and you are poisoned and hurt people in internal martial arts!"

Peng Lianhai laughed: "Brother, today I only said that the competition is based on their own ability, but I didn't say that it is not allowed to use hidden weapons and poisons, if it is really the same door to the end, you will not hit so hard with this palm just now, if it weren't for my stinger shoulder guard, I'm afraid that my right hand has been scrapped, right?" ”

Li Feiyun gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, today I admit it, even if you win, give me the antidote, and I will step down." ”

Peng Lianhai gritted his teeth. The fierce light in his eyes was revealed: "Hurt me like this, do you still want to leave?" His knife was handed over to his left hand, his body moved, and he rubbed his body again, this time the backhand knife of his left hand was fierce and fast, all deadly moves.

Li Feiyun was shocked and angry, as soon as he used his internal strength, he felt that the poisonous gas in his left arm had attacked, and he could no longer lift his strength, and his footsteps were hectic. With just these few moves, he was stabbed in the leg, blood flowed, and danger abounded.

Ducklin's face changed, and he was about to get up. Although Li Feiyun's position is not high, he can be regarded as a capable officer under him. The strength is better than most of his captains. It's just that he is not good at drilling camps, he is not ruthless enough, and he has not been promoted for many years, and this time he came out to compete for this deputy commander-in-chief is also at the behest of Ducklin, and he can't sit still seeing that his cronies are about to die.

Lu Bing turned his head to look at Ducklin. There was a hint of indifference in his voice: "Old Da, what do you want to do?" ”

Ducklin's eyes met Lu Bing's cold and lightning eyes, and his heart was cold, and he sat back in his place. Bow your head and clench your fists: "My lord, it's just a martial arts competition, so you won't die." ”

Lu Bing turned his head, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Lao Da, we are Jinyiwei, an organization that licks blood with a knife head, what we need is to be decisive in killing, ruthless, and stop at the same time as the martial arts sect, how can we do things for the emperor?" Since he is on this stage, and it is stipulated that he will do everything he can, then he will fight until the winner is decided, if Li Feiyun doesn't even have the ability to jump off the stage and admit defeat, then what is the use of Jinyiwei keeping him? ”

While he was talking, Peng Lianhai shouted, and a knife of yellow sand cirrus struck out, "dang" to the ground, intersecting with Li Feiyun's iron sword, Li Feiyun's internal force was greatly reduced due to poisoning at this time, and he couldn't use the stickiness of Rouyun's swordsmanship, and was shocked by the internal force on Peng Lianhai's knife, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding, and the iron sword couldn't hold it, and he was shocked and flew out of his hand all of a sudden.

Peng Lianhai made a successful move, and then did not give the opponent any chance, a kick flew out, and kicked heavily in Li Feiyun's heart, only to hear Li Feiyun scream, spurting out a mouthful of blood on his back, with the sound of several chest fractures on the ground, the whole person brought up a rain of blood, like a broken kite, flew directly to the stage, rolled his eyes twice, and fainted when he landed, while running out of two brocade guards, ready to carry him down, Peng Lianhai on the stage said coldly: "Don't bother, he is already a dead man." ”

A few brocade guards close to the audience took a look, and saw that Li Feiyun's face was already blue and black, his eyes were protruding, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding black blood.

The poison soaked in the barb on Peng Lianhai's shoulder is a highly poisonous sand scorpion in the desert of the Western Regions, known as the seven-step down, that is, this scorpion is extremely poisonous, if ordinary people are poisoned, as long as they run wildly and urge the blood flow, then they will fall down and die in seven steps, the toxicity is so strong that even Peng Lianhai himself did not dare to quench the poison on the knife, for fear of cutting himself, and he did not even have the opportunity to take out the antidote.

Peng Lianhai was proudly walking back and forth on the stage, and said in his heart that he was a killer to Li Feiyun this time, this method may be able to scare no one to dare to come up and compete with him, and suddenly heard a gust of wind, and a thin and tall man in red clothes flew into the ring, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like a leaf, as if he was not forced, and slowly fell into the ring, but when he landed, it shook the entire wooden platform slightly.

Peng Lianhai's heart was also shocked like this, his face behind the mask was pale, he could feel that this person's martial arts were much higher than his own, and seeing a golden dragon with teeth and claws embroidered on this person's chest, it made him tremble unconsciously-Dragon Group Killer!

The eyes of this dragon group killer were like electricity, revealing a murderous aura: "Jinyi Wei Dragon Group No. 37, I am willing to learn Brother Peng's Huangsha knife technique." ”

Peng Lianhai's face behind the mask was like ashes, sweat trickled down his forehead, he didn't expect that the master of the dragon group would also join this competition today, he slapped Li Feiyun just now, and his internal breath was already a little uncomfortable, and now in this situation, if he fights hard with others, it is purely his own death, but if he just admits defeat and steps down, he is always a little unwilling, and he knows that it will be regarded as a joke, and he may not be able to raise his head in the future.

Peng Lianhai gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "No. 37, I had a vicious fight just now, even if you want to challenge me, at least you have to wait for me to breathe and rest before coming, the rules of today's competition are said, the winner can rest for half an hour and then fight." ”

No. 37 said coldly: "If Brother Peng wants to withdraw from this competition, you can leave now, you have played hundreds of moves, I won't take advantage of you, ten moves, if you can block me ten moves, even if you win, how about it?" ”

Peng Lianhai's eyes lit up, he shook his right shoulder, and lucked his breath again, and felt that his skill could still be exerted, he took out a white porcelain medicine bottle from his arms, poured out an internal injury elixir, swallowed it, and felt that his body was full of strength for a while, so he laughed, and the steel knife danced out of two knife flowers, and shouted: "Okay, this is what you said, even if I win after ten moves." ”

No. 37's eyes flashed coldly, and with a movement in his hand, a soft sword shook out at once, like a poisonous snake nodding, strangely wrapped around the steel knife in Peng Lianhai's right hand, using Wudang's finger-winding soft sword technique, and from the internal force of his hand shaking the sword, softening, and then straightening, this person's internal strength has been perfected, at least more than seven layers of the pure Yang Wuji heart method, and he can use this soft sword to retract and release freely.

Peng Lianhai's knife intersected with this soft sword, and he imagined that the soft sword of No. 37 was shaken like the iron sword of Li Feiyun just now, but he didn't expect that as soon as the sword was handed over, the internal force he injected on the knife was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it could not attack, and this soft sword was like a poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around his knife a few times, and his right hand knife couldn't get out for a while.

Although Peng Lianhai's martial arts are not very high, he has a lot of experience in adaptation, his left hand is sharply raised, and the three steel darts he is holding shoot out, while his right hand changes from shock to rotation, and the steel knife rotates rapidly in his hand, wanting to use the power of this rotation to cut off this soft sword wrapped around the sword body. From the few times just now, he could clearly feel that the martial arts of the people who came were too much higher than his own, and he had to draw the knife first, and then protect himself with the knife technique, guard the door, and survive ten moves. (To be continued......)