The elegant man wears a high-end and elegant waiter suit, with a tie at the collar and two sleeves, like a handsome boy born in a wealthy family.

After a long time, he shook his head, took out a short and sharp dagger from his waist, and played with it with great interest for a while, before turning his attention to Constan.

"Give you a chance, lay down your weapons, and spare you from dying." He said proudly, the dagger pointing at Constan.

There was silence in the field, and the needle drop could be heard.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......" Constance suddenly laughed and mocked, "I don't want to say the same thing a second time. ”

He pointed with his index finger and said in a deep voice, "Get out!" ”

This word made the world silent like a mantra, and after a while, the elegant man said with a blue face: "Okay, very good, but I'll see if you can say it later." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure jumped rapidly, irregularly like a streamer.

What a speed!

Constance gasped, his saber clenched tightly, his expression seemed to be facing a great enemy, his eyes moved with the figure of the great enemy, and he did not dare to relax.

"Die!"

The sound was like thunder on the ground, and the streamer suddenly burst into Constan's defenses, striking back and forth with his saber.

Sonor! Sonor! Sonor!

Streamers are flying, sparks are flying.

"Scared? Are you scared? The elegant man's eyes were crazy, and his hands rolled up an afterimage, which made people dazzled.

Sonor! Sonor! Sonor! Sonor! Sonor!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

"Afraid of your son! ! Constance let out a loud snort and stabbed him hard.

Sonor! Rumble!

The two of them retreated violently, pulling up a long pit and the smoke dragon, and the position where they had just fought had already been destroyed to shreds, as if they had been hit by a meteorite, uneven.

"Come again!"

The elegant man's eyes were crazy, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after his figure blurred for a moment, he rushed forward again, tearing through the air like a sharp knife.

"Come to your mother, die!" Constance stomped to the ground as well, and lunged forward in rage.

The figures of the two were as fierce as dragons, attacking each other and staggering in a clearing, as fast as two streamers.

"Come on, Boss!" Dobby, the monkey-cheeked man, shouted with his hands raised.

I saw that the elegant man's momentum skyrocketed, and he shook back Constan, who was a circle larger than him, with one blow, and then, his hands slammed forward, making a sharp sound of breaking the wind.

In just a few seconds, he stabbed dozens of times, and the speed and saturation attack were enough to shatter an iron plate.

"Die!" He let out a roar, as if he had seen the man stabbed into a honeycomb.

Constan also had a hideous face, his hands were bruised, and his blood was boiling, and he fought back at a speed that was not inferior to that of an elegant man.

Sonor! Sonor! Rumble! Rumble!

At this time, punches, legs, elbows, knees, and even parts of the physical task can become weapons to kill and injure the opponent, and under this terrible and saturated attack, both sides have varying degrees of damage.

Constantin used his most powerful left hook like a hammer to crack the elegant man's thin jaw.

The elegant man kicked Constan in a rib with a sweeping leg.

The two sides went back and forth, attacking and defending each other, fighting colorfully, bloody and brutal, and the monkey-cheeked man Dobby standing next to him was already stunned.

The battle in the field has long exceeded the scope of ordinary people's intervention, and I am afraid that if I get closer, I will be crushed by the terrible storm.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Rumble!

The two figures bounced open again, separated by several feet from each other. The people's faces were a little blood-red, and the breathing rhythm was a little rapid, but the momentum was still surging, like a twelve-level typhoon, colliding together, and no one fell into the downwind.

"I'm afraid that's your limit." The elegant man suddenly smiled strangely and stood up.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to die, you can die quickly." Although Constance replied with a strong momentum, he was secretly frightened.

How did he find out?

Secretly shocked in his heart, indeed, he had little strength left after a round of fighting, you must know that he not only fought with the elegant man just now, but also fought with his subordinates for dozens of moves, if it weren't for the strong willpower, I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground tired.

"It's a bit of a miscalculation, I didn't expect him to see it, in this way, it is equivalent to exposing my weakness in front of others, and he can formulate several plans to consume my physical strength, and use the method of the enemy advancing and retreating, and the enemy retreating and advancing to drag me down." Constan's face was solemn, his fists were secretly clenched, and a pair of angry eyes stared at the elegant man.

"Hahaha...... I'll see how long you can hold on. The elegant man quickly calmed down the turbulent aura in his body and slowly approached Constan.

At this time, Constan was still as angry as an ox, and it was obvious that his body had not yet recovered to his best condition, but he had to forcibly suppress it and deal with the enemy with a tired body.

"I've already given you a chance, but since you don't know what to do, don't blame me." The elegant man was not in a hurry, as if he were walking, not fighting.

"Do you just squirt manure all over your mouth?" Constan's eyes flashed with contempt and he sneered.

Hearing this, the elegant man didn't care, but the corners of his mouth curled up a little, and for a dying person, there was no point in caring so much. He felt that he had won the battle, and no matter how much the person in front of him struggled, he couldn't make any waves.

"I'll give you a taste of what life is better than death." The elegant man gently wiped the dagger with a white cloth.

"You can try, but you'll have to survive my sword." Constance let out a loud cry and shot his body like an arrow.

The elegant man's dagger was horizontal in front of him, but the huge force of Constant's impact caused him to take several steps back, and his body almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

Are you going to be desperate?

The elegant man raised his eyebrows, not only was he not timid, but a strange smile appeared on his face, like a cunning wild fox.

"You're running out of strength, so why are you resisting?" He laughed.

"Get back to your kennel."

I saw that Constan's momentum was like thunder, as fast as lightning, and his whole body exploded into the sky, as if he had formed a substance. His muscles shook violently, and it seemed that he was beginning to accumulate an astonishing amount of power, and it was to be expected that the punch would be earth-shattering.

"Stubborn resistance, I don't know the severity."

The elegant man was not afraid at all, his face appeared with crazy battle intent, sweeping the surrounding space like a tidal wave, and as soon as his legs moved, a strange wind immediately rolled around him, almost as fast as a cheetah, moving around Constan, looking for that opportunity to kill with one blow.

This is the speed he is proud of, and I don't know how many people who are stronger than him have been grinding to death.

No matter how hard your fists and feet are, you won't be able to touch half of the corners of my clothes.

The winner is decided! He grinned.