While Shen Zhu and Nalan Yuanshu were discussing who would win and who would lose, Cheng Xuewu was forced to jump on top of the wooden pillar of the ring and dodge Fan Aiwen's continuous attacks.

Condescension can sometimes strengthen the power of punches and kicks, and sometimes it is also a time of defeat; If the offensive is not right, there will be a flaw, and then it will be defeated by the enemy's counterattack.

However, from the time of the competition in the ring to the present, although the time is only a few minutes, his physical strength is not much, and in addition, in order to block Fan Aiwen's offensive before, the muscles and bones of his arms can already be said to be tired and strained to the point of numbness.

Cheng Xuewu felt that he couldn't defend like this anymore, so he could only take a risk.

Seeing Cheng Xuewu standing on a high place, Fan Aiwen did not continue to attack rashly, because he was not as good as Cheng Xuewu in terms of close movements, and if he continued to attack, he would be jumped behind by Cheng Xuewu, not to mention that the prey would escape, and it was possible that he would be reversed by Cheng Xuewu's attack.

Thinking of this, he stopped, adjusted his breathing, and stared at Cheng Xuewu.

At this moment.

The two of them were staring at each other's gaze, and each of them heard each other's breathing, and gradually, the two began to forget everything around them, as if only the two of them were left between the whole heaven and earth, one of them stood on the high mountain, and the other stood on the level of the lake, which seemed far away but very close. The two are facing off.

"Which of them do you think wins?"

Suddenly, a small voice broke the silence, this voice was made by the black-headed tiger, and he saw that the two of them looked at each other for a while, and couldn't help but ask the master next to him.

However, the sound is like a clarion call for war.

Cheng Xuewu shouted, he closed the pores of his whole body, and his strength began to pour into his legs, tensing the muscles of his calves tightly, and with a snap, he stepped on the wooden pillar with a deep footprint, and flew in front of Fan Aiwen.

This is a welcome knee, Cheng Xuewu raised his right leg, used his knee as the charging angle, and smashed straight into Fan Aiwen's face, of course, in order not to let the middle door be lost, he protected his arms in front of his chest, and responded to the counterattack at any time.

"Hey, so quickly split the winner?"

In the previous fight between the two, Shen Zhu just glanced at it in his spare time to get a general idea of the progress, and now the two are ready to win or lose in one move, which makes him a little interested in watching it.

In his deduction, the two should continue to fight for a few more minutes before they start to divide the victory, but he didn't expect that Fan Aiwen didn't retreat and avoid the offensive, he directly stabilized the pile frame, and his fork hand blocked his face, ready to resist hard.

With a bang, I saw that the wooden planks under Fan Aiwen's feet suddenly exploded and splashed out pieces of broken wood, and at this moment, he secretly said that it was not good, he actually forgot that it was a wooden plank under his feet.

Soon his face was happy, because the soles of his feet were on the real thing, not hanging in mid-air, so he could use his strength.

Thinking of this, Fan Aiwen's face turned ruthless, and he puffed up the wind vigorously, and after a bang, accompanied by the splash of wooden blocks, and at the same time blinded Cheng Xuewu's sight, and suddenly a kick flew out from under the wooden board, like an iron whip, and instantly threw out of the wooden board, heading straight for Cheng Xuewu's waist.

If this whip hits his waist, Cheng Xuewu may be killed on the spot by exposing his internal organs.

At this life-and-death crisis, Cheng Xuewu's whole body tensed, because he knew that there was no room for retreat, Fan Aiwen's offensive would not be simple, and then he would face an offensive like a raging storm and a frenzied tide!

But.

If you hard-connect, you may lose your arm; If you retreat, it won't be any better, it can be said that at this moment, in this battle, Cheng Xuewu has come to a desperate situation!

All the masters watching under the ring, Shen Zhu and Nalan Yuanshu on the bridge, and everyone on the shore, they all watched calmly, for fear that they would miss the next wonderful duel screen with one breath.

"In that case, I don't believe that your legs are as powerful as your fists!"

This thought flashed through Cheng Xuewu's mind, and now he can only believe in his own strength.

Green Dragon Pillar!

Cheng Xuewu's left foot buckled on the wooden board, his feet formed a reverse figure-eight step, and then quickly twisted his body, his arms staggered in front of his chest, it can be said that at this moment, Cheng Xuewu seemed to become a wooden pillar that rotated in place a few times.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

Accompanied by the sound of flesh colliding and bones dislocation, Cheng Xuewu was like a spinning top that had been whipped away, quickly spinning more than a dozen times in mid-air, and then smashed towards the plank.

And at this moment, at this very moment.

Huang Feihong's face changed suddenly, and he saw that there was a sharp wooden block where Cheng Xuewu fell, and it was aimed straight at Cheng Xuewu's lumbar vertebrae.

Cheng Xuewu, who was in mid-air, felt his arm numb at this time, and his mouth inhaled with hissing from time to time, he didn't expect Fan Aiwen to reach the realm of both rigidity and softness, first violently hitting the bones and joints of his arm out of place, and then a feminine force surged and knocked him out in an instant.

He had nowhere to borrow now, he could only watch Fan Aiwen bully and follow, he could imagine the next scene - just when he was about to land, Fan Aiwen would come to his eyes and directly elbow the heavy cannon to his head.

As a result, when Cheng Xuewu was in mid-air, his face was very pale, not only from his injuries, but also from the situation and psychology.

"Be careful!"

With the shouts of other masters, Huang Feihong had already flown up, wanting to catch Cheng Xuewu, but it was too late, Huang Feihong's face changed greatly and he watched Cheng Xuewu fall from a few steps away from him.

At this time, Cheng Xuewu's eyes also found that there was a sharp wooden block where he fell, his eyes tightened, and then the corners of his mouth smiled bitterly, it seems that today is his next year's worship day.

"Whoosh!"

A small piece of wood burst through the air, instantly knocking the sharp block into the air.

But at this time.

The masters under the ring couldn't bear to look at Cheng Xuewu, in their opinion, Cheng Xuewu would be paralyzed in bed for life even if he didn't die, for a master who practiced martial arts all day long, this consequence was simply the most cruel punishment.

"Huang Feihong!"

Fan Aiwen was furious, he was now grabbed by Huang Feihong's arm, and he couldn't move. You must know that the most taboo thing to do in martial arts competitions is to have others interfere, not only can you not solve the siege, but you may also become the target of others' attacks, so sometimes, some masters know that their friends will be killed on the spot, and he does not help.

Huang Feihong glanced at Cheng Xuewu, who was lying in the ring and didn't move, and said with a somewhat gloomy face: "Master Fan, Master Cheng has lost consciousness. ”

After Fan Aiwen heard this, he fixed his eyes and saw that Cheng Xuewu was now lying quietly on the wooden board and did not get up. The anger subsided from his face, and the tendons on his arms contracted back into his skin.

Just when Huang Feihong stepped forward and lowered his body, wanting to check Cheng Xuewu's pulse to see if he could be saved, Cheng Xuewu suddenly opened his eyes, smiled, and then laughed loudly.