When he was young, he was known for his divine power, and although this young man's size was far inferior to him, he seemed to be superior to him in terms of strength.

It is really a strange thing for an ordinary person to look at the physique of an ordinary person, but he is stronger than him, a descendant of the giant clan!

When the distance between the two sides was close enough, almost standing face to face, Zhang Ling didn't expect that the other party would use such a trick. This distance is not very conducive to him drawing his sword to play, but he has to deal with a hairy boy ......!

Zhang Ling was thinking about countermeasures, but found that Su Junbao, who had not made any move all along, suddenly moved, and the target was directly aimed at the hand where Zhang Ling held the sword.

He wants to take the sword and subdue the opponent!

Zhang Ling had been in battle for a long time, a thought popped up in his mind, and he saw through the other party's thoughts at a glance, he sneered in his heart, thinking that he only needed to withdraw his hand a little, and he couldn't catch his hand at the other party's speed, even if he didn't move his feet, it was enough to deal with these three moves.

His idea was right, but when Zhang Ling's idea just came out, his wrist was immediately grabbed by his opponent's hand.

Zhang Ling is a sword user, he thinks that the speed of drawing the sword is fast enough, but the speed of the other party's shot is faster than him, so fast that he didn't even react, his mouth and wrist have been deducted, and the force transmitted is like being clamped by an iron tong, Zhang Ling doesn't have to think about it, he knows that the other party's strength makes him unable to get rid of it.

Fake Su Junbao grabbed Zhang Ling's wrist, this time he didn't pull the opponent to the ground again, only to see his hand twisted, using a secret skill, Zhang Ling's hand holding the sword immediately clanged, and before the sword was unsheathed, it fell onto the battle platform.

After that, Su Junbao moved his body, followed Zhang Ling's arm, and twisted it behind his back, and one of Zhang Ling's arms was immediately twisted behind him without obeying the call.

Zhang Ling struggled to get rid of the other party's clamps, but the sharp pain from the twisted arm made him unable to lift his strength at all, in the eyes of outsiders, this was just a simple grappling technique, which made Zhang Ling, who was invincible just now, like a boiled prawn, and was suddenly twisted and bent down!

"Good!"

There was a burst of earth-shattering cheers from the audience, because from now on, Su Junbao has already won, but this is far from over, as the fake Su Junbao twisted one of Zhang Ling's arms, one of the legs he raised had already kicked the other party's back.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ling, who was slender and tall, was kicked face down and fell on the battle platform.

"Click!"

He was twisted and one of his arms was broken in an instant, and he let out a miserable howl, but even so, he was still caught by death, and the fake Su Junbao also rode on the other party's back and suppressed it to death.

This was just the beginning, and soon, Zhang Ling couldn't make a sound anymore, because an arm sticking out from behind his back was like an iron chain, locking Zhang Ling's neck.

Not only could he not make a sound, but he could not even breathe.

The audience in the audience looked at it, "Heh, good guy, this young man is relying on brute force and wants to strangle the other party alive."

Although Zhang Ling's swordsmanship is superb, but after he lost his sword and broke his arm, he was not Su Junbao's opponent with brute strength at all in terms of close-range physical combat.

I saw that the fake Su Junbao of the battle platform suppressed the opponent on the ground, and tightly strangled his neck, no matter how desperately Zhang Ling's tall figure struggled, he could never get rid of the clamps on his back, and he couldn't stand up again, and as he couldn't breathe, his face became more and more red, and finally turned into the color of pig liver, and if he continued like this, he would definitely die.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Zhang Ling, whose mind became more and more blurred, heard the fake Su Junbao say in his ear, this voice was a little strange, only Zhang Ling could hear it, it was a woman's voice, but it was extremely firm, like the arm that strangled him.

From the outside, Su Junbao is just born with great strength, but Zhang Ling, who is in the middle of it, knows that the other party is not only powerful, the weight on his back is like a big mountain pressing him, his strength is definitely not only at the level of the Yuanying Realm, but even more than the Tonggu Realm, but all he uses is the dark energy of pure physical strength, there is not much breath fluctuation, and it can't be seen from the appearance at all.

The other party must have hidden his strength, and even hidden his identity.

Zhang Ling's thick red neck was struggling to shout, wanting to beg for mercy, reminding his teammates and Tuoba Hankong of them, wanting to expose the true face of this young man, wanting to tell them that this person is fake, it may be a demi-saint disguised and disguised, his cultivation is not what he shows at all, and whoever comes up will have to die, and they will fall into his trap.

Zhang Ling struggled, but he couldn't make any sound, but his hands and feet became weaker and weaker, and life gradually passed in his body.

"Stop, don't stop yet!"

Seeing that he was about to die, Zhang Ling couldn't live happily, his companions in Nanhua Mansion reacted, and finally someone realized that something was wrong and hurriedly stood up, this young man really dared to kill.

"Why stop!"

At this time, Xiyue Guojun stood up and raised his voice: "According to the rules of the competition, as long as the warring parties are still fighting, as long as no one has admitted defeat and begged for mercy, then the competition must continue, and no outsider can terminate it, what ......?" Now that you can't beat it, you stand up and shout to stop? Didn't someone just say that when they go to the battlefield, they have to be responsible for their own lives, their skills are not as good as others, they can only resign themselves to fate, even if they are children, they will not show mercy? Now you regret it, break your word and get fat? That's all the people in Nanhua are talking about? ”

The loud voice of the monarch of Xiyue spread in the air, not without ridicule, attracting bursts of applause, and the people of the Northern Regions who had been aggrieved for a long time were as happy as eating ice watermelon on a dog day!

"The little national teacher will work harder, strangle him, and we will all stand up to you!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"You're so daring!"

was ridiculed by others, and Tianjiao of Nanhua Mansion pointed at Xiyue Guojun, his fingers trembling.

The question now is not whether Zhang Ling wants to beg for mercy at all, but that he can't speak at all, and before this young man comes to power, I'm afraid he will think about what to kill him.

"The old man is just telling the truth, if you think you are breaking your word and getting fat, I didn't say it, but the world knows the so-called Nanhua Mansion Tianjiao, and it is not enough." Xiyue Guojun said to the other party.

"That's it!" Many people with heads and faces stood up one after another.

There is also a reason why Xiyue Guojun works so hard, if the fake Su Junbao wins, then the risk of his son Xue Wuye will be reduced a lot.

Tuoba Hankong stood on the stage with a cloudy face, he could see that if he didn't save him, Zhang Ling would definitely die, but what he said now was blocked by the other party.

Unless they can really pull down this face, don't!

As the two sides were talking, the fake Su Junbao on the battle platform breathed a long sigh of relief and got up to stand firmly, while his opponent Zhang Ling couldn't stand up again, and fell to the ground softly, without the breath of life.

He was strangled to death.