Chapter 54: The Blood-Drinking Knife Method

"Big brother, you've advanced to the top three, the top three." Wu Ji came down from the ring, and along the way, everyone retreated one after another, getting out of the way.

Although it seems that he is just lucky now, after all, he is in the top three, and if he can get the resources in the door, he believes that he will be able to go further soon, and the gap between himself and him will be big at that time.

All of them are people whose hearts are like mirrors, and although they are jealous, they can distinguish the occasion, and now that they are in danger, they are jealous of the same enemy.

Returning to the fg Tiange and them, the stone couldn't wait to express his surprise.

"Just good luck." Wu Ji shook his head, although he didn't do his best, but it was indeed good luck, if it weren't for Li Yun's carelessness to underestimate the enemy, it would not be so easy for him to win.

"Good luck also requires strength." But FG Tiange could see it, although he didn't know how Wu Ji won the victory, but he knew that it was definitely not like what Wu Ji said, just good luck.

Wu Ji smiled and didn't speak, and at this moment in the ring, the battle for the top three also started.

The first to fight is Thunder Sword Feng Buping and Hercules Fist Emperor Fu Feihong.

Feng Buping's cultivation is the yellow-level superb Thunder Sword Technique, which takes the power of thunder rather than fast, and his shot must be dignified and upright, and he will overwhelm people with momentum.

And the powerful bull demon fist cultivated by Huangfu Feihong is to break through the trick with force, and it also oppresses people with power.

The fight between the two can be described as Mars hitting the earth, attacking against attacking, and it is colorful.

On one side is lightning and thunder, sword light Huohuo, and on the other side is the demon bull moo, and the force is heavy.

While performing light skills, flying and promoting, light and agile, while shaking the body, moving the square inch, and not allowing it.

The two of you went back and forth dozens of times, and gradually figured out each other's routines, and their shots became more and more aggressive.

"The sky is thundering."

Feng Buping took the lead in making a trick, people followed the sword, the sword was one, the lightning sword, with a bang, tore the air, the meteor chased the moon, and stabbed directly into the chest of Huangfu Feihong.

"The bull demon is powerful, and the strength is unparalleled."

Huangfu Feihong also shouted, and a punch was blasted out.

This punch is shining, thick as a mountain, infused with internal force, and a punch is wrapped in a strong wind.

rumble

The energy was overflowing, as if after an earthquake, if it weren't for the strength of the ring, I am afraid it would have collapsed, and even so, it still left potholes on it.

Some of the people standing on the edge of the ring, except for Elder Yuan, even Xiao Hong and the others had to take a few steps back, and the strength of the strong wind could be seen.

"Okay."

"Again."

The two of them took a few steps back, let out a long howl, and attacked at the same time.

Huangfu Feihong made a fist with both hands, smashed out with a punch, with a gangfeng, the fist shadow was heavy, the cow mooed endlessly, and the two fists came out together, with a momentum of destroying and decaying, and leveling a qiē.

In the face of such an offensive, Feng Buping not only did not retreat, but rose to the occasion and attacked against attack.

"Thunderball."

Feng Buping fought back brazenly, a sword came out, the wind thundered, the lightning flashed, and the power of the sharp sword was not weaker than that of Huangfu Feihong.

Offstage, Elder Yuan's footsteps moved, and he didn't know what he saw, and he took it back.

rumble

Out of thin air, there was a muffled thunder, which shook the ring.

The sword light and fist shadow dispersed, and I saw Feng Buping's sword piercing into Huangfu Feihong's body, Huangfu Feihong grabbed the sword body with his left hand, although the blood flowed, but the tip of the sword was only three inches into the body, and Huangfu Feihong's other punch was hitting Feng Buping's shoulder.

One person was abolished with one hand, and it seemed to be evenly matched, but it was a loss of the seal.

Huangfu Feihong's punch actually landed on his chest, but when he finally attacked, he changed direction, otherwise he would have been seriously injured, which was also the reason why Elder Yuan didn't make a move.

"I lost." Feng Buping simply admitted defeat, and at the same time said gratefully, "Thank you Senior Brother Huangfu for your mercy." ”

"Senior Brother Feng's Thunder Sword Technique is also powerful, and we have the opportunity to learn more." Huangfu Feihong smiled heartily.

"Senior Brother Wenqing, it's our turn, please." Seeing Huangfu Feihong and Feng Buping, who were supporting each other, Xiao Hong shook his fan and bent down to make a gesture of invitation.

Wen Qing was silent when he heard this, glanced at Xiao Hong expressionlessly, and went directly into the ring.

"Well, it's boring." Looking at Wen Qing with a poker face, Xiao Hong sighed and followed.

The two fought against each other, but they were different from Huangfu Feihong.

Although Wen Qing's name is elegant, the nickname of a blood drinking knife is a terrible scenery.

He cultivates the yellow-level mastery blood-drinking knife technique, although it is only a yellow-level masterpiece, but in terms of attack, it is not much more than some Xuan-level low-grade martial arts, just listen to the name and know that this is a killing knife method, if you want to cultivate successfully, you need to go through a lot of battles and fight.

Although there is no shortage of swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, in addition to mortal enemies, they generally pay attention to being a person and leaving a line, so that they can meet each other in the future.

But Wen Qing is different, he must go all out in every battle, and he will see blood when he fights with a knife, and he fights mad demons and has a bloody knife, so he has the nickname of a bloody knife.

At this moment, fighting with Xiao Hong was no exception, as soon as he made a move, he saw a touch of blood red on the blade, and the smell of blood rushed to his face, which made Xiao Hong frown.

Despite this, in the face of the several heavy knives that had already accumulated on his chest, Xiao Hong did not retreat, and the folding fan turned into a judge's pen and pointed directly on the blade through the knife light.

After interrupting Wen Qing's attack, Xiao Hong's wrist flicked, as if splashing ink to paint, and lightly brushed towards Wen Qing's several big holes.

However, Wen Qing ignored this, as if he hadn't noticed it at all, the blood drank the knife, and continued to split, one knife was faster than the other, and the knife was even more fierce than the other, and each weight seemed to set off a wave of blood.

Heng is afraid of being stunned, stunned is afraid of dying, in the face of Wen Qing's defeat and injury, Xiao Hong is very helpless, if he doesn't care, although he can point Chinese Qing's acupuncture points, let him not move, but he will also be slashed by his knife, although not to die, but will be seriously injured, if it is a life and death fight, it is nothing, but earned, but now, Xiao Hong, who cherishes himself, naturally will not choose so much, and has no choice but to retreat.

The blood drinking knife method, there is no advance or retreat, and Wen Qing naturally pursues it relentlessly.

The hob qi swept out, enveloping Xiao Hong from all directions, mixed with endless might.

At this moment, Xiao Hong couldn't be chic anymore, his face was full of caution, his eyes were shining, staring at Wen Qing's flaws, and the judge's pen in his hand was even more casual, pointing to the east and west.

The fierce battle between the two was not inferior to Huangfu Feihong, and even Elder Yuan was also stern, ready to stop it at any time