The position of the sun shook to the middle position, and the afternoon game was about to begin, and the audience came one by one, and the audience was crowded into a sea of people.

The audience was really enthusiastic, and they had to come to see the game under the big sun, Ke Le was standing in the ring at this time, and after he saw that the time was up, he shouted to the audience: "Folks, thank you for coming to see the game under the scorching sun, so don't talk nonsense, let's start the semi-finals directly." ”

Ke Le took out a new list and began to chatter: "The grouping we carried out at noon today, the next two games are Jian Mu Leng against Hua Lan Mingbo, and Youzi against Fei Lun, so now, start the first game, please Jian Mu Leng Mian and Hua Lan Mingbo two players on the stage." ”

The cheers started, Leng Mian and Hua Lan Mingbo came out of the cabin, walked around from both sides of the ring, got on the stone platform together, walked a few steps, and gradually got closer, the two stood opposite each other, and the distance was two feet away.

"Game on!"

Leng Mian's face was full of confidence, he smiled slightly, crossed his hands on his waist, straightened his waist and said to Hua Lan Mingbo: "Hey, Hua Lan Mingbo, why are you two old acquaintances, do you want me to let you make a move first?"

"Leng Mian, you deserve to despise me so much, I told you, you are just a mouse, it is impossible for a mouse to become a cat, your fate is to rot in the ditch. ”

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you, I've really changed, and now I no longer desire to fight. ”

Indeed, although Leng Mian may not have become a cat now, he must no longer be a stinky mouse, he has gone through so much, he has changed, this change, when Hua Lan Mingbo heard it, he smiled slightly, as if he could believe it, he said: "Yes, then let me verify it." ”

Hualan Mingbo's sword scabbard on his waist was flipped, the hilt of the sword was raised upward, he used his index finger to slash the sword, and the next moment, he quickly pushed his index finger and sent the sword body out, and the whole sword flew out diagonally, extremely fast, accompanied by a sharp edge.

Hualan Mingbo leaned over and ran, chasing the sword with his body, and when he ran to Leng Mian, the "Falling Mountain Plum" happened to fall from the sky and fell into his hand, he clenched his sword and slashed it, the speed was extremely fast, the sword light was only flashing in Leng Mian's eyes, and Leng Mian Meiyu reacted, he just flashed with a premonition, and the sword body slid over his face, making a sharp mouth one inch long.

Leng Mian was in a hurry, a somersault, and hurriedly distanced himself from Hualan Mingbo, he touched the wound on his face with his hand, and dotted a little red on his hand, and couldn't help but think: "It's so fast, this fast sword, compared to before, it seems to have risen again, really, after leaving for two years, everyone is really working hard." ”

Seeing the efforts of others, his blood began to boil, and he was in good spirits all of a sudden, and now, the two will have a very exciting competition.

The eyes of the two were met, and the surroundings became quiet, even if the audience was shouting, they could not hear it, in the vision of the two, there was only each other, this was a hostile exchange, and the battlefield became the quietest battlefield.

In an instant, Leng Mian chased the wind and rushed, Hua Lan Mingbo's eyes were sharp, he drew his knife and waved it forward, forcing Leng Mian to bend down, and as soon as he raised his foot, his foot hit his right hand, and Luoshan Mei flew out of him and flipped in the air.

Hualan Mingbo broke away from the sword and could only use his fists, he reacted super quickly, and when Leng Mian got up and punched, his gaze was no longer on the sword in the sky, but on Leng Mian's attack.

In the face of a cold punch, he also flashed quickly, and dodged it directly, the two fought with fists and feet, kicking and hitting each other, almost the same, don't look at Hualan Mingbo is a swordsman, and the kung fu on his fists and feet is not inferior.

With super fast reflexes and multi-faceted fighting skills, Hua Lan Mingbo can definitely be regarded as a qualified fighter.

When the sword fell, Hualan Mingbo reached out to take the sword and danced towards the cold face, forcing him into a desperate situation again.

Leng Mian's body rolled in the cold white sword light, the sharp sword slid past him, almost cutting his throat several times, at this moment, Hualan Mingbo slashed downward, Leng Mian's pupils dilated, and the blade trajectory of the thin sword was clearly seen by him.

He turned his body sideways, turned his fist into a palm, and pushed his palm towards the flat knife body, and with that palm, he bounced the downward sword body away, and soon, Leng Mian aimed the tip of his left palm at Hualan Mingbo, and leaned on his chest with the other hand, and stepped down.

When Hua Lan Mingbo saw it, his eyes widened and he was shocked: "This posture is - he used it when dealing with Zhang Ming." ”

Leng Mian shouted: "Thirty-six palms of immortals." ”

The sound was down, and the palms immediately hit his body, one palm after another, fast and without a trace, the first blow, directly hit the lower abdomen, making him painful, and his consciousness became thinner, the second blow, hit the chest, and knocked him back, and it was difficult to focus on his body, two after thirty-one blows, where was the move, after a set of continuous palm strokes were hit, Hualan Mingbo's body kept retreating, and the last palm, hit his chest, and a palm hit him far away, looking at the speed of the slide, it seemed that he was about to fall off the stage.

Hualan Mingbo turned the sword body and inserted it into the stone face, the sharp tip of the sword sparked on the ring, rubbing a three-zhang long crack, and finally stopped, his heel, stuck to the edge of the ring.

He was breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn't fallen, the cold face had already rushed to him, he got up and jumped, and when Hua Lan Mingbo looked up, he saw the cold face that jumped up, at that moment, he didn't have time to react, just because of the slap, the next moment hit his forehead, and his body immediately fell off the stage.

There is an old saying that even if you die, you have to pull a cushion, Hualan Mingbo panicked, danced with both hands, the sword fell on the stage, and the other hand grabbed the hand that slapped Leng Mian on his forehead, and fell off the stage with him.

The two fell off the stage together, each other was in a panic, and the audience was also thrilled!

Hua Lan Mingbo took his hand and shook it, pulling Leng Mian behind his back, for Hua Lan Mingbo's behavior, Leng Mian had expected it since the moment he was caught, and with the help of force, he pinched his arm and pushed him violently, and then successfully turned over, plopped, and Hua Lan Mingbo's back landed on the ground.

Ahh

If he hadn't expected Hua Lan Mingbo's motives or hesitated in the air for a few tenths of a second, the ending would have been different.

Ke Le hurriedly ran to the edge of the stage and cast his eyes at the ring, he saw Leng Mian sitting on Hua Lan Mingbo with his body, and his posture made people feel very incongruous.

The audience wanted to avoid it, and Ke Le couldn't bear to look at it directly, but as the host, he still had to announce the results, and he shouted: "In the first game of the semifinals, Jian Mu won coldly." ”

This announcement was greeted by cheers from the audience.

The cold noodles got down from Hua Lan Mingbo, and Hua Lan Mingbo jumped up and took Luoshan Mei.

Under the oblique light of the sun, his predecessor fell into darkness, and he said, "Okay, then I'll identify with you for the time being." ”

"Agree with anything, you didn't use sword energy, did you. ”

Leng Mian shocked him with his words, he didn't expect that Leng Mian actually knew that both of them laughed, and the first game of the semifinals ended successfully.