The cold wind swept away the dark clouds, and a large area of sunlight sprinkled on Beihai City, and the crowd in the distance leaned back and gathered in front of the ring

The wooden sword hung upside down in his hand, and Ying Long stood on the east side of the ring, only saying a faint word

"Come on!"

The ghost head knife in the hand of the thin bamboo pole was thrown beside him, laughed a few times, and shouted:

"Good boy, are you in a hurry to die?

A black and purple weird formation appeared behind the thin bamboo pole, and the ghost talisman on the formation slowly flew down, and the attachment to his body coalesced and solidified, turning into a pair of thick hard armor, a hideous skull on his chest, and the green light in his eyes was terrifying

The thin bamboo pole looked around his body, this set of "Shura Ghost Armor" fit very well, he carried the ghost head knife on his shoulder again, wiped his nose with his thumb, and stared at Ying Long with disdain

Ying Long was tired of looking at it, and the wooden sword stabbed straight away, and shouted:

"Nine Pole Heaven - a crane soars into the sky!"

The phantom wings of the white crane agitated, the long beak of the white crane melted into the sharp edge of the wooden sword, and the dragon jumped into the air, and a shocking crane roared, and thousands of bird feathers fluttered and sprinkled

The thin bamboo pole snorted coldly, reached out to take a piece of feather, and sneered:

"Feathers, what the hell is this?"

He took a closer look at the feather, only to see a little air flow surging in the feather, and was about to take a closer look, the feather trembled and exploded, and the face of the thin bamboo pole was blown black, and in a white mist, he screamed several times in annoyance, and scolded:

"Stinky boy, you come down for Lao Tzu, you come down for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is going to chop you alive!"

As soon as the words fell, the white crane feathers around the ring bombarded together, and the thin bamboo pole changed his face in shock, and the ghost-headed big knife danced together, resisting the air waves stirred up in the explosion, and shouted:

"Thirty-three Nasal Passages - Shura Ghost Armor - Shou"

The skull on his chest spewed ghostly energy from his mouth, guarding his body and becoming a solid shield

Ying Long's momentum was undiminished, and he roared down with the bright shadow of the white crane, and was slashing at the black gas, the thin bamboo pole was shocked and flew out, and the black gas slowly dissipated.

The thin bamboo pole's eyes were scarlet, his long hair exploded, and he was half-hunched like a ghost, and the ghost knife dragged the floor, shouting:

"Thirty-three of the nasal passages - three three other worlds!"

Three black-purple holes appeared in the middle of the ring, the ghost array at Ying Long's feet flashed, the wind and thunder surged in the mouth of the other world, and three giant swords broke through the air, Ying Long hurriedly dodged, the three giant swords were inserted in the place where he had just landed, and a ghost array appeared out of thin air under his feet, Ying Long shouted badly, and hurriedly shouted:

"Eighty-nine Xuantian Gong - Flower Python Protection!"

The wooden sword spun rapidly, and a phantom flower python wrapped Ying Long's body, and the ghostly long sword was inserted several times, but it could not pierce the solid flower python body

The thin bamboo pole screamed, his hands and feet ran to the ground at the same time, Ying Long grabbed his throat with one hand, and threw him under him, and was about to swing the dragon fist to hit him, the skeleton on the chest of the thin bamboo pole vomited wildly, and the water column generally blew Ying Long away, and the shadow of the flower python scattered,

Ying Long turned over in the air and landed firmly in the ring, but the burning pain in his chest was unbearable, and he couldn't help stumbling a few steps.

"Dragon—Tyrannosaurus Armor!"

The thin bamboo pole ran like crazy, and shouted in a hoarse throat:

"Death Catastrophe I"

The green light of the handle of the ghost head knife was even worse, whirring and churning, the thin bamboo pole ran to Ying Long, cut it down, Ying Long rolled on the ground and dodged, stretched out his hand to take the flying wooden sword, and shouted:

"Nine Extremes Heaven - Extremely Domineering • Three Swords!"

The second knife is a hundred times the power of the first knife, and the third knife is a hundred times that of the second knife

The thin bamboo pole slashed the air with a knife, the left armpit was empty, and Ying Long saw the right time to cut the past,

The thin bamboo pole frowned, and shouted: "Ah Nasal Dao Thirty-Three - Death Tribulation Five!"

The ghost head knife and the wooden sword collided, both sides turned pale, and both suffered a lot of internal injuries, Ying Long had the healing power of the dragon clan, flew to fight with him in close quarters, and cut out another knife, which was the second knife of the 'extremely domineering'

The thin bamboo pole looked at this menacing move, and hurriedly held his breath and shouted: "Ah Na Dao Thirty-three - Death Tribulation • Ten!"

The blade of the sword collided again, the blood of both sides surged, and at the same time took a few steps back, the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, Ying Long immediately sneered and wiped the dragon blood from the corner of his mouth, rushed forward, and stabbed again

The thin bamboo pole was relieving himself, looking at Ying Long with another knife, he couldn't help but cry bitterly, and shouted:

"Nose Ghost Road, Mountain Knife Mountain Sea!"

This third collision, each of them fought for their lives, a black wind rose in the ring, and a figure flew to the corner of the ring, struggling several times and not getting up.

Ying Long stood in the smoke, holding the broken half of the wooden sword in his hand

It turned out that the strength was great just now, and this wooden sword was far less tough than the ghost head broadsword, so it was broken into two in that momentum, and when the smoke faded, the thin bamboo pole screamed bitterly and did not fall, and his body lay on the ground as soon as he was weak, and he whimpered in the sky: "What kind of ghost power is this!"

He looked at Ying Long's broken wooden sword, and shouted to the audience regardless of the pain around him:

"It was he who lost, and he even cut off his sword by me!"

The spectators below scoffed, and the thin bamboo pole looked at Master Suzuki Miyako again, and shouted, "Master, he lost!"

Miyako Suzuki's face darkened a lot, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he walked straight away

The thin bamboo pole threw down the ghost head knife, staggered to the ring, and cried bitterly: "Master, you can't ignore me, you can't ignore me!"

Ying Long clenched the short sword in his hand and was about to make a move, when he heard Mo Ran shouting:

"Ying Long, use this!"

A black and white long sword flew in, it was the ink-dyed matching sword - "dyed ink", Ying Long clenched the hilt of the sword, let out a long roar, and flashed in front of the thin bamboo pole, the sword against his throat

The thin bamboo pole shrank in the corner, waved his hand again and again, and the 'Shura Ghost Armor' on his body faded, taking advantage of Ying Long's inattention, he suddenly took a set from his arms and threw out a crystal wind,

Ying Long yelled that it was not good, the long sword danced a sword flower, and the wind blew back on the thin bamboo pole, the thin bamboo pole opened his eyes, his body fluttered a few times, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he died in a blink of an eye

The king leaped to his feet and shouted:

"It's bitter gall powder!"

In a flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered that before the competition with Wang Zhulu many years ago, he was wearing the clothes sent by Miyako Suzuki, did Suzuki sprinkle 'bitter gall powder' on his clothes?

"Bastard, you hurt me so much, and you don't take your life!"

Wang Zhulu looked at Suzuki, only to see Suzuki running and crawling, and guessed the truth of the matter, and shouted in a long voice:

"Y-you offal, you offal!"

was about to run, but his limbs were weak, and he sat down on the ground as soon as his butt left the chair, so Ying Long hurriedly jumped out of the ring and got up to help

Wang Zhulu pushed him away and shouted angrily, "Go and help your Master Xinan!"

Ying Long was just about to leave, when he heard a long shout, he turned his head suddenly, only to see a long sword flying, it was the serrated sword, the blade of the sword was smooth and sharp on one side, but the other side was uneven like a shark's teeth.

Qin Tian was the one who threw the sword, clapping his hands and shouting in the distance:

"Well deserved, well deserved!"