Over there, Sang Soul glanced at Yang Xu with interest, those opponents just now were too rubbish, which made Sang Soul feel that the price had dropped.

But at this time, this Yang Xu made Sang Soul mention a little interest, but only a little.

Sang Soul put the black umbrella in his hand into Wen Yunqing's hand, and then walked towards Yang Xu like this.

In the past, he glanced back at Wang Yuyan, and Wang Yuyan said: "I have some interest in him, within ten moves, if he is not dead, I want him to be one of my dogs." ”

"Yes."

Sang Soul responded, and did not use the golden thread, if he used the golden thread, I am afraid that Yang Xu would be killed by him in seconds.

Yang Xu's face, which was unfazed anytime and anywhere, frowned lightly at this time.

He felt a lot of pressure, like a mountain.

He straightened down the boning knife in his hand, his eyes were like blades, and he directly locked on many key points on Sang Soul's body, charged his strength, shot, and the whole person was like a cannonball, bounced towards Sang Soul.

The goal, the heart.

A knife stabbed out, like thunder, in the eyes of ordinary people, Yang Xu's movement trajectory could not even be seen clearly.

However, the Sang Soul over there was still standing in place, with a cold face.

The boning knife stabbed into the heart of Sang Soul, obviously stabbing into it, but Yang Xu didn't feel any resistance, as if it was stabbing into the air.

"Afterimage."

Yang Xu was surprised in his heart and hurriedly put away his knife, but he felt a dangerous aura rushing towards him.

He turned sideways violently, but he didn't dodge Sang Soul's punch, and with a muffled sound, Yang Xu popped out like a broken kite and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Liu Dong on the side was sweating like rain, and his heart was even more frightened, Liu Dong was already very clear about how powerful Yang Xu was.

But such a powerful existence, in the hands of that Sang Soul, was actually hit by a move?

And just now, it was obviously Yang Xu who took the lead, this Sang Soul, is it a human or a ghost?

Over there, Wang Yuyan's eyes also clearly revealed a trace of disappointment, and her interest and enthusiasm for Yang Xu immediately reduced a lot.

Yang Xu fell to the ground, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth.

He gritted his teeth, stood up again, and rushed towards Sang Soul.

This time, Yang Xu's speed was faster than just now, and speed was originally his biggest advantage.

However, Sang Soul's speed was faster than him, this person moved ethereally, like a ghost, after three moves, Yang Xu flew out upside down again, and his chest was cut out by the other party with his fingers, a deep scar that could be seen in the bone.

After a total of four moves, Yang Xu was seriously injured, and the defeat was decided.

He gritted his teeth again, as if he was gambling with his life, and rushed towards Sang Soul.

The boning knife slashed at Sang Soul's neck, but Sang Soul smiled disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand, a golden wire shot out from his fingertips, instantly wrapping around the blade of the boning knife.

There seemed to be a golden light bursting, and in an instant, the golden wire actually forcibly wound the boning knife in Yang Xu's hand into two, this kind of power is already a supernatural phenomenon.

Sang Soul withdrew the golden wire, flashed quickly, and had already come to Yang Xu.

A punch hit Yang Xu's chest with a wound, and three ribs were broken.

"Miss, I'm afraid this person won't be able to hold ten moves in my hands."

Wang Yuyan frowned slightly, very disappointed, and waved his hand impatiently: "Since that's the case, let's kill him." ”

"Okay."

Sang Soul grinned again, the speed was a minute faster, and another punch hit Yang Xu's lower abdomen heavily, the intestines were like a knife cut, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of Yang Xu's mouth.

Another punch hit Yang Xu's head, as if the cranial cavity exploded, and Yang Xu's seven orifices bled out.

With this punch, I am afraid that even a cow will have to die on the spot, but Yang Xu is not dead, he is convulsed, his face is covered with blood, and his brain is more like it is about to explode.

"Huh... Not dead yet? ”

Sang Soul was also surprised by the tenacity of Yang Xu's vitality, but he didn't like this feeling of being undead.

I only heard a crackling sound like fried beans between his fists, and the third punch was aimed at Yang Xu's face, which was enough to smash Yang Xu's facial features and scatter the brain flowers in his skull!

If this punch continues, Yang Xu will definitely die, and at this time, Yang Xu has completely lost the ability to resist.

However, at this time, at the gate of the boxing arena, an old man's voice suddenly sounded: "Be forgiving, and forgiving." ”

Then a figure moved like the wind from the side of the doorway.

Sang Soul was startled at first, but he didn't stop the bombardment of the punch in his hand, and still smashed towards Yang Xu's door.

However, at this time, this figure was already in front of Yang Xu, and he raised his palm, and a kind of strength appeared in his palm.

Sang Soul only felt that his fist was like a bomb on cotton, but when he wanted to withdraw it, he found that there was a distance that wrapped his fist, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't withdraw his fist.

This is a little terrifying, Sang Soul is confident that he can kill everything in this Qing City, however, here in Qing City, how can such a master appear?

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the old man who grabbed the fist of the Sang Soul with his palm at this time was Yan Fu.

With a slight push, the Sang Soul was pushed seven or eight meters away, and finally he was pushed to the corner of the wall, and there was a banging sound on the other side of the wall.

Sang Soul felt that his whole body was shocked, and his face became very ugly.

Over there, Wang Yuyan and Wen Yunqing were also extremely surprised, they didn't expect this old man who suddenly appeared to be so powerful.

"You are.... Martial arts man? ”

Wang Yuyan frowned and said, there was no respect in his tone: "What is the way to come, you dare to meddle with Miss Ben's affairs, do you know, who am I?" ”

Yan Fu, who was originally five or six meters away from Wang Yuyan, instantly moved in front of Wang Yuyan, and raised his hand to slap him.

"Little girl, your parents didn't teach you, what does it mean to respect the old and love the young?"

Although this slap was not heavy, it left a clear slap mark on Wang Yuyan's face, and she was very angry, but she didn't dare to make the slightest mistake.

She felt a murderous aura from this old man's body, and this murderous aura made her heart chill.

"Disappear from my eyes right away."

It turned out that Yan Fu, an old man, actually had such a domineering side.

After saying this, Yan Fu walked towards Yang Xu's side, Wang Yuyan was stunned for a second, and looked at Sang Soul's side.

For the first time, Sang Soul lowered his head like a defeated rooster.