Chapter 222

The scorched-faced martial artist hurriedly propped up his body and took a few steps back, seeing Long Xiaoshan revealing a trace of disbelief.

The kick he kicked out just now not only did not break Long Xiaoshan's foot, but kicked his own foot...... Dislocated.

But fortunately, it was not broken.

It was an accident.

The scorched yellow-faced warrior hurriedly pinched his foot and broke it hard, click, his foot returned to its normal position, he tried his foot, except for the dislocation, there was no other damage, it seemed, it was really an accident.

If Long Xiaoshan was really brute force, then his leg should have been injured if he was forcibly beaten and dislocated.

Damn it!

You shouldn't be so careless.

The scorched yellow-faced martial artist was secretly angry in his heart, he didn't use all his strength just now to deal with a young man, he only used less than thirty percent of his strength.

Snorted coldly.

The scorched face jumped again, and this time, he kicked a chain of kicks.

Seeing a series of leg shadows, the people below all cheered, although the scorched yellow-faced warrior fell to the ground just now, but the situation was too fast, and everyone didn't understand what the reason was.

Only a very small number of people saw that the burnt-faced warrior had a dislocated leg.

A string of legs kicked over.

Long Xiaoshan didn't use brute force to directly defeat the other party, what he wanted was the experience of fighting, although the strength and speed of Jiao Huang Face were not taken into account by him, but the way Jiao Huang Face attacked was full of changes.

He kept dodging in the shadow of his legs.

Jiao Huang Face kicked out thirty-six kicks in one go, but none of them kicked Long Xiaoshan.

"Grass, you know how to hide. ”

"Did you come up and run or fight in the ring? ”

The people on the other side of the 17th stand shouted.

Long Xiaoshan seemed to hear those noises, and he stopped.

It's so young, it's so unbearable.

The scorched yellow face didn't expect Long Xiaoshan to not hide, he was suddenly overjoyed, the wind whistled in his legs, and he kicked out the thirty-seventh kick, which was also a lore kick.

Click!

Scorched face heard a familiar voice again.

After landing on the ground, his leg was crooked and he fell to the ground again.

I rub!

The scorched face found that his foot was dislocated again.

His heart sank.

If you dislocate once, you can still say that the other party is a blind cat and touched a dead mouse.

Then the second time.

It can't be a coincidence.

The scorched face stood up again and snapped his feet back.

"I didn't see it, you're actually a master. Jiao Huang looked at each other with a heavy face, and the two kicks and dislocations of his legs made him feel a huge shame, especially by a milky kid.

"You've me off, if you can still stop my next kick, you'll win!"

The burnt yellow face moved forward with one foot, and the other foot drew half a circle on the ground, and the momentum on his body changed.

The power of the Yellow Level Master was fully displayed.

The body of the scorched yellow face suddenly moved, and several small jumps in a row, suddenly drilling into Long Xiaoshan's heart like lightning.

Drill your feet!

This is the real killer move of the scorched yellow face.

Although it is not as gorgeous as the previous chain foot, only the masters present can see that this kick is powerful, and this is a back-to-basics kick.

See a lightning-fast kick.

Long Xiaoshan's expression was slightly cautious.

He didn't use absolute strength to crush it, until now, he didn't even use his true qi, the golden flames in his eyes lit up slightly, and under the effect of the eye of the sky, the movements of his scorched yellow face were like slow motion in a movie.

Previously, he could easily spot the flaws in the scorched yellow face kicks.

But this kick seems to have become unassailable.

But this became a little interesting, Long Xiaoshan finally showed some of his strength, he used the wind cutting leg, leg to leg, whistling, the two legs collided together.

Bang bang!

Suddenly, there were many leg shadows in the ring.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan's legs now, the people below found that Long Xiaoshan was not as weak as they imagined, and it could be seen from his legs that he was actually evenly matched with Jiao Huang's face.

Bang!

The winner was finally decided in the ring.

Under the ability of Tianyan, Long Xiaoshan captured the flaws in the leg skills of Jiao Huang's face, and swept Jiao Huang's face off the ring with one kick.

Seeing that he began to coax, the lonely scorched face of the master actually lost.

There was a commotion below.

The scorched face was red, and he left the venue without looking back.

Long Xiaoshan walked back to the cheers of the No. 5 stand.

In the No. 1 box, the swordsman said lightly: "Finally revealed his true ability, yes, he does have the strength close to the middle stage of the yellow level, a young man of this age, even in the Tang family, can enter the ranks of core disciples." ”

In box No. 2, Yu Cheng sneered: "It's not bad, but that's it, I'll kill him like a chicken." ”

Long Xiaoshan returned to the box, and Chun Tao stood up and threw herself into his arms.

She was worried to death just now.

Long Xiaoshan comforted her before sitting down.

Next, the ring continued.

Although Long Xiaoshan showed good strength, he was soon overshadowed by the light of the middle-aged swordsman and Yu Cheng who appeared next.

Two people played, and all of them killed their opponents in seconds.

The middle-aged swordsman stabbed a Muay Thai master with a sword.

Yu Cheng was even more ruthless, and with one palm, he collapsed his opponent's sternum into it, shattering his five organs.

And looking at their performance, it was extremely easy, and they didn't do their best at all.

In front of such a powerful person.

Long Xiaoshan's performance just now was not worth mentioning at all.

Soon the first round ended.

Nine winners were decided to advance to the second round.

The first game of the second round.

No. 8 and No. 10.

The first to play was Magic Mountain, and his opponent was Wang Chao, the No. 10 king of black boxing.

After a round of violent torture and killing of the Black Thorn in the Magic Mountain, the head of the Black Thorn was pinched and exploded, and the popularity of the Magic Mountain also rose to a new high, and he caused cheers from the audience as soon as he appeared, and Wang Chao, the king of black boxing, although the first game was also a clean victory, but it was far less popular than the head pinching of the Demon Mountain.

And Wang Chao's body size is a little taller than that of the Black Thorn.

But the height is only one meter seven, and the lean body is still like a doll in front of Roshan's two-meter-high, four- or five-hundred-kilogram body.

"Magic Mountain, shred him!"

"Demon Mountain, pinch his head!"

"Magic Mountain ......"

There were bursts of roars below, and in the face of such a bloody and exciting ring battle, everyone seemed to forget that this was to compete for the dragon head, and the darkness in everyone's hearts broke out.

The two of them stood in the ring.

Wang Chao's face was indifferent, as if he didn't know that the Roshan in front of him had just pinched a person's head.

The Magic Mountain still looks stupid, but no one will put him on a par with a fool anymore, and what he hides under his silly appearance is a heart like a monster.

The war drums sounded, Wang Chao made a mistake and kicked out quickly.

Boom!

This kick fell deep into the stomach of the magic mountain.

The fat all over the Demon Mountain was trembling violently, and he took a step back suddenly, which showed the great strength of Wang Chao, I saw him take a sharp breath, and the cascading fat actually wrapped Wang Chao's entire leg, Wang Chao suddenly felt that he was pulled by a huge suction, as if he was sucked by the mouth of an octopus.