The half-long knife rebounded, whirling in the air, flying a dozen paces away, and swaying weakly in the dirt.

After the students who were shouting loudly for Liu Xiu's counterattack exclaimed, they collectively lost their voices.

Lu Zhi and the others, who were surprised by the sudden reversal of the battle situation, were also stunned, and were calmed by Liu Xiu's violent battle intent, but Li Ding, who was beginning to worry about Yan Rou, breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously raised his hand to pat the beating chest.

Mao Yan and Achu covered their mouths at the same time, for fear that they would scream.

Yan Rou, who had been retreating, exhaled lightly and smiled, ready to end this somewhat inexplicable competition. He still didn't understand why Liu Xiu, who was so weak before, suddenly burst out with such a powerful combat power, and instantly beat him back step by step, now he understands that Liu Xiu is strong, and in the face of his arrogant strength, he was not prepared enough, and he was suddenly in a mess.

However, now that everything is over, Liu Xiu only has half a war knife left in his hand, and there is only a shield in his hand that is about to fall apart, this battle can no longer continue, whether he wants it or not, the two sides can only shake hands and make peace.

One win and one draw, I still won.

Yan Rou no longer had the intention of competing with Liu Xiu, he just wanted to end this competition like this, he was a hero across the grassland, there was no need to fight with a young man, this was not the purpose of his coming to Maozhuang.

Yan Rou showed a polite smile, took a step back, arched her hands, and prepared to greet Liu Xiu.

However, Liu Xiu obviously didn't have such an idea, he just glanced at the broken knife in his hand with some surprise, and then made the most direct reaction, throwing away the broken knife with his hand, as natural as throwing away a restraint that was in the way, and then strode forward violently, using the move he was most familiar with, which he called the black tiger's heart-digging stride punch.

Stride, twist your waist, punch! The three movements were done in one go, and with the sound of the wind, the fist smashed Yan Rou who happened to raise the shield.

"Black Tiger Digs Out Heart!" Liu Xiu let out a strange roar.

With a "bang", Yan Rou, who was caught off guard, only felt as if he had been hit by a bison, and his body that had just stood up straight flew backwards before he could even retreat and unload, his shield split into several pieces, and fragments flew in front of him. Yan Rou's eyes widened in horror, looking at the sawdust in the air, and watching the angry Liu Xiu pounce on him like a furious tiger.

"I'll dig it!" Liu Xiu succeeded in one blow without making any stops, and then changed direction, and slammed his left fist at Yan Rou, who had just taken off in the air. With a "bang", it hit the unobstructed Yan Rou's abdomen, making Yan Rou's eyes black, her body arched, and she accelerated and flew backwards.

"I'll dig it again!" Liu Xiu's mind was empty, and the triple attack that he had practiced for more than ten days was as natural and smooth as flowing water rushing out of the valley, and the wind under his feet was a few points faster than Yan Rou's body flying upside down, and it hit Yan Rou's chest again.

Yan Rou tilted his head, a mouthful of blood flew out, flew three steps away, and fell to the ground with a "boom". The fall made him dizzy, unable to hold the broken shield, and the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen also made him shrink his legs, hunch his waist, and wrap himself in a blood-red coat, like a cooked prawn rolling on the ground.

Liu Xiuyi was still unfinished, and he was about to kick when he chased after him and raised his legs, and that posture was to meet the enemy, never dying, and he wanted to kick Yan Rou to death alive. Mao Zong screamed in fright, jumped up and hugged Liu Xiu's waist, and shouted: "De Ran, stop!" ”

Yan Rou's guards roared angrily, drew their long knives, and rushed to Yan Rou to protect their master.

"Die, let me kick him twice, this dead man!" Liu Xiu roared furiously while struggling to go over and kick Yan Rou's feet again. Although Mao Zong gritted his teeth and summoned all his strength, he was still dragged by him and couldn't stand, and his feet shoveled out two shallow pits on the mud.

"Stop!" Wu Junhou also shouted, rushed over like a gust of wind, shouted violently, and reached out to grab Liu Xiu's raised fist.

Seeing Wu Junhou, Liu Xiu, who was like a mad bull, suddenly shook his head and sobered up a little, he had just been ravaged by Wu Junhou for nearly an hour, and he still had some palpitations about this face.

"How do you ...... Here it comes? Liu Xiu, who came back to his senses, asked puzzled.

"Are you crazy? Are you going to kill him? Wu Junhou roared with a flushed face: "This is a competition, not a killing!" ”

Liu Xiu was stunned, lowered his head to look at Mao Zong, whose little face was purple, and realized that he seemed to have gone too far just now, so he hurriedly laughed awkwardly for two days, pulled Mao Zong's hand away, touched his head, and pretended to laugh honestly: "He...... Isn't he a Han Jian? ”

Wu Junhou couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't have time to explain to him, so he turned around and walked in front of Yan Rou, bent down and hugged Yan Rou in his arms, and called softly: "Ziyu? ”

Yan Rou, who closed her eyes in pain, was suddenly stunned, the corners of her eyes twitched twice, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes swept twice on Wu Junhou's face, and she suddenly opened her eyes and roared angrily: "It's you?" ”

"It's me." Wu Junhou seemed to have made a mistake and was caught by a child, and nodded again and again: "Ziyu, it's me, don't get angry first, I'll help you look at the injury." ”

"I don't want you to care." Yan Rou sat up suddenly, waved his hand and pushed Wu Junhou away, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it, turned his head to look around, reached out and snatched the knife from the guard's hand and slashed at Wu Junhou, shouting while chopping: "Dunwu, I killed you beast." ”

Liu Xiu was stunned, which one is this? He looked at Wu Junhou with a face full of shame, and then looked at Yan Rou, whose eyes were red and like crazy, and said in his heart, these two people really have a grudge, no wonder Wu Junhou didn't dare to see Yan Rou, but ...... Since he didn't dare to see it, why did he run out again just now, and looking at his caring appearance about Yan Rou, it seemed that he was no less worried about Yan Rou than he was about himself.

Everyone looked as stupid as Liu Xiu. Li Ding and Lu Zhi glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, Mao Qin had already stood up, and looked at Yan Rou and Wu Junhou, who were chasing and killing Wu Junhou while vomiting blood, at a loss.

"Ziyu!" Wu Junhou was in a hurry, and suddenly a dodge attacked, crashed into Yan Rou's arms, snatched Yan Rou's war knife with his left hand, and split Yan Rou's neck with a palm of his right hand. Yan Rou's eyes rolled and fell softly into Wu Junhou's arms.

"Let's let, let's go." Wu Junhou didn't care what the others thought, picked up the unconscious Wu Junhou and rushed to the Zhuangzi, shouting urgently as he walked: "Young Zhuang Master, immediately find a doctor to save people." ”

Mao Zong was stunned for a moment, hurriedly responded, turned around and arranged for someone to find a medical craftsman, and followed Wu Junhou to run away.

Everyone gathered around, looked at the distant Wu Junhou, and then looked at Liu Xiu, who was confused, his eyes gradually became warm, and he asked in a gossipy voice: "Deran, I can't see it, you are so fierce." ”

"Deran, it's amazing!"

"Deran, you have given us a long face."

"But no, Bo Jue missed, if it weren't for Deran's might, not only would the Mao family be embarrassed, but we would also be ashamed."

Liu Xiu didn't listen to a word, where is this, what is going on with Wu Junhou?