"Kill!"

The sword was approaching, Liu Yun roared, and the broken blade in his hand waved, this simple knife cut through the sky, as if to cut all the obstacles in front of him.

This knife directly confronted Han Ling's attack, and the entire boxing arena seemed to be shattered, and a deafening roar resounded throughout the building!

Han Ling's sword rays fell to the ground one after another like bullets that had lost power.

Han Ling once again felt threatened, his face changed, and then without hesitation, his figure quickly retreated.

Liu Yun was in hot pursuit, and he was getting closer and closer to Han Ling.

Approaching, he raised his hand again and swung a knife.

Han Ling no longer hesitated, there was the edge of the boxing ring behind him, and falling down was considered a loss.

Subconsciously raised his arm and blocked Liu Yun's knife with the blade.

Everyone waited with bated breath and watched seriously the confrontation between the two in the boxing ring.

"Bell—"

A crunch was heard.

Everyone present only felt a shock to their hearts.

The broken blade and the sharp sword collided, causing a burst of fire.

Under such an offensive, the protective gear on Han Ling's body was turned into pieces one by one.

From the arm guards, to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the chest!

Liu Yun's blade lost its block, approaching Han Ling's chest.

A little chill comes first!

Han Ling's face changed, and his body moved, wanting to hide to the sides.

retreated again and again, but how could Liu Yun give him a chance to escape?

With a move of his feet, he followed the direction of Han Ling's mobile end.

Raised his hand again, it seemed to cut through the hustle and bustle of the boxing ring, and there was silence for a moment.

God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, that's it!

Just as Han Ling was rapidly retreating, he only felt his right arm tremble, and then his entire arm lost his intuition.

"Whoosh." In an instant, the blood soared, giving the boxing ring more dazzling red.

"Hmm-" Han Ling snorted and fell to the ground, just now, it was Liu Yun's broken blade that sank into his arm, and then he quickly pulled it out.

The blood-stained blade once again pressed against Han Ling's throat.

The blood in his arm was flowing downward, but there was no pain, he was numb and unconscious.

His eyes widened, looking at Liu Yun's eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Unbelievable! Unwilling, and grievances!

These different feelings have come to mind, but the solution cannot be changed.

He's defeated! He really lost, it was still a knife, and it was still just a knife!

Han Ling's face turned pale, accompanied by a muffled snort, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then retreated again and again, and finally fell under the boxing ring.

Han Ling gasped and closed his eyes, he was helpless and didn't believe it, but the facts were placed in front of him, and he couldn't question them.

There was a dead silence in the audience.

Although these viewers were ready for Liu Yun to win, who could have expected that he would defeat Han Ling, the son of the number one swordsman in Dongfang City, with just one sword!

This knife is too fast, too ruthless, and too domineering.

Liu Yun walked to the center of the boxing ring, glanced at the host, and waited for him to announce the result of the match.

The host was so frightened by this stare that he broke out in a cold sweat, shuddered, and hurriedly rushed to the stage to announce that Liu Yun had won this round.

"No, I still attacked this time? This shouldn't be counted as a referee. Or re-compare, re-compare. Liu Yun waved his hand and said.

Dongyang only felt that the qi in his chest was not smooth, and he was panicked.

Han Ling has already been abolished, how can he compare again? Both hands were killed by you with a knife, and now an arm has been temporarily abolished, so it's still a yarn.

Murder and heart, but that's it!

Dongfang Jing stomped her feet angrily, she glared at Liu Yun fiercely, and couldn't wait to play in person.

Liu Yun wanted to continue to speak this time, but was interrupted by Hemingshan first: "In this scene, Chen Haozhuan of Dongfang City won!" No need to re-compare. ”

How can this be done all over again? Even if he and Dongyang shamelessly asked for another fight for the sake of their own face, Han Ling, who was the heir to the Korean style swordsmanship, would not be able to ask for the next one time when he was so seriously injured.

"Don't mind, aren't you shameless? Then why don't you take shamelessness to the extreme? Come on, I've sneak attacked, sneak attack! Liu Yun smiled contemptuously and held the broken blade in his hand.

Hemingshan was so angry that his white beard fluttered, this kid was so cheap that he couldn't wait to strangle him in person.

Under the instruction of Hemingshan, the host no longer paid attention to Liu Yun, picked up the microphone and announced to the audience.

"In the third round, Chen Fang and Liu Yun won the victory!"

"Well done!" The front was too aggrieved, so that as soon as the referee's words fell, Zheng Hua shot up with a "Teng" and shouted, feeling happy and comfortable.

The shame is finally no longer them, but Dongyang and Heming Mountain, who have repeatedly demanded a rematch against them.

"Zheng Hua." Chen Haozhuan shouted softly.

"I'm sorry, Boss Chen, I was wrong...... I shouldn't have been so excited, I'm sorry. Zheng Hua apologized repeatedly, they are all party characters, they usually pay attention to their words and deeds, there are not too many gaffes like this.

Just when Zheng Hua thought he was going to be criticized, Chen Haozhuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Pay attention to the celebration, don't make them too ugly, maybe we will have to do things together in the future." ”

"Okay." Zheng Hua nodded fiercely.

At this moment, Liu Yun on the stage was about to pull Han Ling up from the cold floor, and he had already stretched out a hand, looking very friendly.

If Liu Yun wants to accumulate his strength now, then a powerful Yuan person by his side is indispensable, after all, not every time he can personally take action like today.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry just now, but I started a little harder. Liu Yun said with a bright smile.

Han Ling snorted coldly, didn't hold the arm that Liu Yun sent up, and with one hand, he got up from the floor by himself.

Liu Yun sighed softly, shook his head, and handed Han Ling a small pill.

"It speeds up your recovery from injuries and most importantly doesn't leave a scar." Looking at Han Ling's handsome face, which is very clean and has a refreshing hairstyle, it is not difficult to know that this young man must also be very beautiful.

Han Ling ignored Liu Yun, just bent down to pick up the broken sword from the ground and turned to leave.

Liu Yun was left standing on the stage awkwardly alone.