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With the end of the second duel, the old man in the brocade costume went to the ring again, compared to his list, and after looking around the field, he spoke: "The entrusted thing is the nine-fold spirit wrought iron, and the demand for the essence blood of the fierce dragon, please go to the ring!"

"Huh?"

As soon as the voice of the old man in brocade fell, Dream Wind, who was leaning on the position, closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes for a while, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

The old man in fancy clothes beside him also raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at him.

Mengfeng nodded at the former, and under the gaze of the other party, he dodged and swept into the ring.

At the same time as he swept into the ring, on the other side, a man wearing a bull-faced mask and a power suit also swept into the ring.

The moment he saw the other party, Mengfeng's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Because this person is none other than the one he noticed before, the only one among the ten demanders in the field, a powerhouse with the peak realm of the Emperor Realm.

"Old Fantou, it's really fateful to let the old man fall in love with you again!"

Without waiting for the old man in the brocade costume to announce the start, Mengfeng was the first to hear the voice of the old man in the fancy costume.

Looking over, I saw that the old man in the fancy costume was obviously staring at the moment, and the client of the bull-faced masked man in front of him was also an old man, but in comparison, the figure was a little wider and fatter, and the old man with a small black beard on his chin was also an old man.

"Who am I? It turned out to be your old Xiao Tou!" The fat old man was stunned when he heard the voice, and the moment he saw the old man in Chinese clothes, his already small eyes narrowed into a slit, and his tone was quite unkind.

In contrast, the old man in Chinese clothes had a smile on his face: "Old Fantou, you old guy is really, didn't you lose to the old man half a year ago? Anyway, you and I have been friends for many years!"

"Get out, who is your friend for many years!?" Hearing this, the fat old man snorted directly, and at the same time snorted coldly: "Hmph, it was you who was lucky half a year ago." This time, your luck is not so good!Ninefold Spirit Wrought Iron, you old thing is really willing, it just so happens that the old man is about to ask Master Mo to cast a treasure for him recently, just short of a Ninefold Spirit Wrought Iron, since you have sent it to the door, then the old man is not welcome!"

"Yes, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" The corners of the old man's mouth still curled a little, and he looked very confident and confident.

In fact, secretly this product is crazy to spread the sound of Mengfeng: "Boy, no matter what method you use, you must kill this old fan's demander for me." As long as you kill him, the price will be as you said before, only three billion points. If you can't kill it, hmph, then don't blame the old man for making trouble for you!"

"Got it. ”

In the face of the crazy transmission of the old man in the Chinese costume, Mengfeng only replied with three words lightly.

These three words seem to be full of confidence, but in the heart of the old man in Huafu, he is full of unconfidence.

After all, the realm of Dream Wind and the Bull-faced Mask Man, with his strength, how could he not see it?

An emperor realm and a heavy realm, an emperor realm and a heavy realm peak!

He knew that Mengfeng's chances of winning were not good, but he still had a glimmer of hope. Mainly in his eyes, the dream wind, the breath is very strong, far more powerful than the ordinary Emperor Realm One Heavy Realm powerhouse. Often, the more such a sealer, the stronger the strength will be compared to the same level of sealer.

This is also the reason why the old man in Chinese costume can take a fancy to Mengfeng.

It's just that when I met an existence that was a little higher than a small realm, the confidence of the old man in Chinese clothes was quite gone.

Looking at the sneering old man not far away, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Yaya, when he meets the former, he has never lost. If you lose this time, it will be history. It will become a piece of his black history that will be difficult to erase.

"Boy, no matter what, I have to win for the old man!"

"The duel begins!"

Just when the old man in the Chinese costume was secretly thinking in his heart, the old man in the brocade costume who had withdrawn from the ring also waved his hand and announced.

"Solve this kid for me, as long as you can solve him!The price of the fierce dragon's essence blood, I will reduce you by 100 million points!" As soon as the voice of the old man in brocade fell, it was not the two Mengfeng in the ring who took the lead in making a move, but the fat old man, who stood up directly and shouted at the man with a cow face mask.

"Huh!?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the man in the cow-faced mask under the mask obviously flashed a glint of essence. I saw that he nodded at the fat old man, and a slender knife appeared in his hand.

"Brush ......"

Mengfeng only saw a flash of knife light passing in front of him, and the opponent's knife had already ghostly come to him, slashing straight at his neck.

"Hmph. ”

Seeing this, Meng Feng suddenly snorted lightly, and the five-fold knife momentum suddenly burst out from his body.

"Buzz ......"

The bull-faced masked man who was holding the knife and slashing at Mengfeng's neck was stunned for a moment, only to see the knife in his hand, I don't know what kind of madness he had, as if he had seen something that made him particularly frightened, and he trembled wildly, making it difficult for him to fall for a long time. This made a look of astonishment obviously pass through the eyes of the man in the bull-faced mask.

"Brush ——"

And just when he was stunned, Mengfeng slashed out with a knife and slashed straight towards him.

The man in the cow-faced mask seemed to be completely stunned by the previous scene, and Mengfeng slashed at the knife, and the former didn't even flash at all.

There was no accident, and Mengfeng slashed straight through the waist.

"It's... Afterimage!?"

But soon, Mengfeng's complexion couldn't help but change. I saw that after his slash, there was no blood at all, and some, it was just the afterimage of a man with a cow face mask, which was cut away under this slash. At the same time, a clear and questionable warning of crisis rushed into Mengfeng's mind.

Without thinking about it, the purple light swept up under the feet of the dream wind, and directly cast Zixiao's free steps.

The body teleported back to where he was in the ring at the beginning.

Just as he was returning to his original position, a sharp dagger stabbed sharply from the place where he had been a moment ago, where it should have been his heart.

"Huh!?"

This blow missed, which undoubtedly made the eyes of the bull-faced masked man can't help but be stunned.

With such a good opportunity, Meng Feng naturally wouldn't let it go, holding the Spirit Gathering Knife, a layer of purple flame poured up and slashed straight over.

However, just when his figure swept out of the two steps, in front of his eyes, he could clearly see that the man with a cow-faced mask, the corners of the mask's mouth, grinned slightly, and hooked a trace of arc.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, I didn't think that Mengfeng was going to retreat.

"Sneer——"

It's just that it's too late, and at the critical moment, Mengfeng can only use his greatest strength to forcibly twist his body for half a circle. The sharp dagger did not pierce his heart, but on his slightly bulging arm, it cut through the sleeve and scraped a bloody mark the size of a fingernail.

"Lei Yan Slash!"

At the moment when the bull-faced masked man swept by, Meng Feng's entire body momentum exploded, and he held the Spirit Gathering Knife in both hands, dyed with a layer of purple thunder and flames, and slashed straight towards the other party.

Also close, although the man in the cow-faced mask is extremely fast, it is also difficult to dodge. can only make a maximum twisting body like Mengfeng, but his small half of his arm is still not spared by Mengfeng.

"Poof..."

A stream of blood burst out, and a small half-cut severed arm with a hand suddenly fell straight down.

"Ah——h

A scream with a roar suddenly came out of the mouth of the man in the cow-faced mask.

I saw that the small one-third of his left arm, under the knife of Dream Wind, accompanied by blood splashing, fell straight down.

This time, it is no longer an illusion as before, but a real scene.

I saw that there was still a little purple flame burning on my wounds, and it had a tendency to spread to the whole body. I saw that the man in the cow-faced mask held his dagger very decisively for a while, and slashed it straight at his elbow.

"Poof..."

Blood splattered, and another small piece of arm cut straight off for him.

Everything fell, without the resistance of his body's imprint qi, in the blink of an eye, that small piece of arm was completely devoured by Ziyan.

This made the bull-faced masked man, the eyes of the dwelling, obviously swept over with a trace of fierce anger, the dagger stained with his own blood, dancing in an arc in the air, with a layer of blood, straight towards his neck.

"Puff ——"

It's just that at this moment, the sound of flesh being pierced into it was one step ahead, or rather, when the dagger in the hand of the man with the cow-faced mask was only a palm-length away from Mengfeng's neck, Mengfeng's Spirit Gathering Knife had already pierced his heart from below.

The billowing edge and the extremely high temperature of the purple flame raged in his body.

"Ah!——h

With a terrible scream, the bull-faced masked man's dagger fell tremblingly from his hand as it moved forward a little more than a fingernail.

"Smack. ”

When the dagger fell, the body of the man in the bull-faced mask was also pulled out with the Spirit Gathering Knife that the dream wind pierced into his body, and under the rendering of blood, he fell down with a bang.

"Hoo ......"

Looking at this scene, Mengfeng couldn't help but let out a long breath.

From the other party's methods, it can be seen that the true identity of this bull-faced masked man in the outside world, if nothing else, should be a killer.

In a duel with an opponent like this, it is often either you die or I live.

Compared to other opponents of the same level, such a killer is undoubtedly much more difficult to deal with!

But fortunately, Mengfeng won after all!

"How is that possible!?"

On the seat not far away, the fat old man saw this scene, and his slightly chubby face was completely full of disbelief at this moment.

"Well done!"

After the old man in the Chinese costume was stunned for a moment, he heard the voice of the fat old man in his ears, and suddenly woke up, and couldn't help waving his fist and praised, and at the same time looked at the latter on the side, and couldn't help but show a sneer: "How about it, old Fan? I told you, you will lose, but it's not just a matter of luck, but ......."

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