Although I had expected it, the strong hostility of Chen Zhuxian, the king of Langya, still made me feel a cold hair standing on end.

I squinted at him and said, "Why do you say that?" ”

King Langya stared at me, seeing my momentum, in the cheers of everyone, the richer it was, the more gloomy his face became.

He took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "Nightcrawler, your abilities are born from the bloodline, and it is easy to obtain, without hardship and cultivation, without inner tempering and cultivation, it is too easy, so you don't cherish it, and you don't understand the suffering of the world, this is one thing; Second, in the bloodline memory of the Nightcrawler, he naturally hates human beings, regards humans as enemies, and is not of the same kind, so he can do treacherous and plundering, and even cannibalism......"

Under the ring, there was thunderous cheering, but above the ring, the two were talking in a low voice.

Probably because he was afraid that this word would be a little disadvantageous to him, so Langya Wang Fang whispered, and he still worked hard to turn the words into a bundle and fall into my ears.

This kind of method is indeed very powerful, except for me, what others see is only the king of Langya moving his mouth, but he doesn't know what to say.

I don't know why King Langya would say the attitude in his heart.

After all, his previous performance has always been silent, and he is not willing to communicate too much with others.

Not to mention the person who communicates, it's me.

Hearing the words of King Langya, I didn't know what to say.

Different positions naturally lead to different attitudes.

King Langya's childhood sweetheart has been persecuted by the Nightcrawlers, this is an indelible fact, and the Nightcrawlers he contacted before are what they look like, I have no way to understand.

But a person is too narrow-minded, generalizes, and directly fires the map cannon, and uses the race theory to deal with everything, which makes me very angry in my heart.

What do I have to do with the people and things you said?

King Langya stared at me and said slowly: "You are the same, I can see that there is a devil hidden in your heart. ”

I shook my head and said, "He is a Buddha, a great sage, not a devil." ”

King Langya said: "No, he is a devil, a demon, a villain in the abyss - you listen, the people in the audience are so happy, they are calling you 'Monkey King', but is Monkey King good?" When he was a monster, didn't he still eat human flesh? ”

I say that they like Monkey King because it represents a spirit of rebellion against power, not ......

I tried to reason with the man, but at this moment, the referee on the edge of the ring rang the brass bell again and said, "The game is on, two ......"

King Langya looked at me and said word by word: "You don't admit defeat, right?" ”

I took out the golden rod from my bosom and said calmly: "As you said, since I have borne the title of 'Monkey King', I can't lose—whether it's you or anyone in this world......"

Hearing my words, King Langya did not try to persuade again, but walked forward.

He walked step by step, and then said word by word: "In that case, then don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

Swish!

Just like the previous confrontation with Li An'an, King Langya walked forward, each step was as slow as slow motion, but when he finished three steps and took the fourth step, the whole person appeared in front of me like a phantom.

Immediately after, the mace, which was full of evil energy, smashed into my heavenly spirit cover.

This time, it is more than twice as fast as when he played against Li An'an just now.

In other words, when he had a big battle with Li An'an just now, this guy actually had the means to hide, and it was not until this moment that he showed it with all his might.

The moment the mace hit my head, I suddenly felt that this man called King Langya might be the best and the most top-notch figure in the younger generation.

If it weren't for us, maybe he would be the one in the spotlight.

Thinking of this, I finally understood why he was so resentful of me, in addition to my identity as a cultivator, there was another possibility, that is, the "battle between the kui".

One generation and one generation, one of the best in a generation.

Just like in competitive sports, although the difference between the first and second places is not large, and it can even be said that it is extremely small, it is extremely similar, but in terms of value, there is a world of difference.

People's information reception is limited, and more people only remember the gold medal and not the silver medal.

Despite your unimaginable efforts, no one will remember you because you finished second.

The same is true of competitive competitions, and the same is true for the battle of rivers and lakes.

For King Langya, he is so strong, he should stand at the top and look down on all the young generation, instead of looking at a few people at eye level, or even looking up at a few people.

He needed to be that first.

That's the name.

Fame is profit.

This guy is full of righteous indignation when he says it, but the ultimate goal seems so realistic, far from the idealistic posture he expressed before.

But that's what made me calm.

If the other person is an idealist and a person with a deep hatred, I feel that I may not be able to do it, but now, it is completely different.

Your personality has collapsed.

If it collapses, Lao Tzu, you won't have any fucking scruples.

Clang!

Seeing that the mace was about to overturn my heavenly spirit cover, but there was a big stick in front of the other party, the same stick, the golden hoop stick looked much better than the mace, there was no such violent and hideous image, one side was thick, the other side was thin, very in line with the principle of mechanics, at this moment it was suddenly sent out, blocking the way that the mace took his life.

This roadblock seems so calm and composed.

For the hand that holds this golden rod belongs to me.

When the two sticks clashed, there was no warmth at all, and there was no plot that the was most looking forward to, and the strength collided at this moment - on the mace, the power of the wolves was once again repeated, and countless greedy wolf nightcrawlers emerged, turned into breath, turned into artistic conception, turned into countless roars and screams, and suddenly, pounced on me.

It's a wild force.

At the same time, a scorching flame erupted from my golden rod.

At the same time, there was also the power of the bloodline that surged out.

The two sides collided viciously together.

The same collision was actually born more than an hour ago, and at that time, Li Anan couldn't stand it, and finally took five steps back, but the current situation is that I don't move at all.

Not only that, but after my strength was forced out, King Langya, who was holding a short-handled mace and exerting force with one hand, couldn't bear it.

After a stalemate like this for a while, after a few seconds, King Langya finally couldn't resist it anymore and stepped back.

As soon as he retreated, I immediately followed me and stepped forward suddenly.

I didn't give him too much chance to buffer, and swung the power of the golden hoop rod to the extreme, stick after stick, like the tide crashing on the shore, endlessly, without giving him half a chance to breathe.

Judging from the scene, it was the moment I fought with King Langya, I grasped the situation, and then smashed down the stick, chasing King Langya all over the field.

He kept retreating, and I kept attacking, with no fancy hard smashing, stick after stick, landing on top of his head.

If King Langya doesn't stop it, he will smash his head and break the bloodstream.

The most important reason for this situation lies in the length of the weapon.

My rod is twice as long as his.

Replace defense with offense, drop ten meetings with one force, and as soon as I get on the field, I will fulfill my promise to Li An'an - how King Langya treats Li An'an, I will treat him as he is.

It's just a battle of power, without any fancy moves.

The power is colliding, the breath is surging, and the energy overflowing from the field turns into a surging wind, blowing outside the field, if it weren't for the masters sitting around, maybe the people who are a little closer to the ring, and the ones who are lower in cultivation, I'm afraid they won't be able to stand.

The power was too violent, as if it were a mortal enemy.

……

The ring match has been going on for four days, from the initial audition, to the semi-finals, knockouts, to the offensive and defensive rings, until the first two battles today, the heroes and spectators who came to the meeting did not know how many games they watched, but there was no one, so at this moment.

The two people on the stage are like enemies of life and death, and the strong fighting spirit in them is absolutely incomprehensible to others.

Isn't it just a fight? Why is it like there is a separation between life and death?

How much enmity did these two people have before?

The referee next to him, as well as several masters in the town, were also cautious, and could even be said to be frightened, for fear that the two would make too much trouble, and there would be no way to stop it at that time.

Because it was so fast, I couldn't react a little bit.

No matter what others thought, the battle continued, and King Langya, who had always been at a disadvantage, eased my attack by forcing out the wolf king in the stick, and then he touched his left hand to his right shoulder, pulled out the stick behind him that had never been unhooked, inserted it into the end of the mace, and then suddenly twisted it, combining it into a normal-sized mace.

This action made my length advantage no longer exist, and it also conformed to human body mechanics, which made the defeat of King Langya suddenly reversed.

He went down a few times, stabilized his position, and began to fight back.

Attack is what King Langya is best at.

It is also the most imposing.

Just like the concept of nine roads turning over the clouds, the most important point of a man with a stick is his momentum.

With momentum, there can be everything behind.

Bells, bells, bells, bells......

The battle situation turned around, and the more fierce the fight between the two became, the first thing that could not bear it was the ring under our feet.

Even if there are masters in this ring, and several masters work hard to maintain it, they are beginning to be a little shaky and unstable, and at this time, the mace in the hand of King Langya suddenly pointed straight to the sky.

From his mouth, a very strange singing sound emerged.

I know that this technique is unique to the Mongolian people.

But it's not quite the same, there are always some differences.

And at this time, someone in the audience shouted in shock: "Immortal Heaven, this, this is Genghis Khan's Requiem?" ”

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