In the thirty-third battle, the Shaolin monk Yuan Jiu fights a young man with swordsmanship.

Only at the beginning of the battle, the young swordsman used a quick sword slash, wave after wave of continuous coverage towards Yuan Jiu, wanting to constantly put pressure on him, and then make him distracted.

However, the young man's idea was very good, but unfortunately he met Yuan Jiu, a monk from Shaolin.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Seeing Yuan Jiu's hands and bare arms, the young man slashed wave after wave, and the long sword slashed into his hand, but it made a sound of intertwined gold and iron.

"Shaolin's peerless copper skin and iron bones. Wang Yao, who was in the seat, looked at this scene and muttered, "I don't know which one is worse than King Kong is not bad." ”

Yuan Jiu on the stage did not change his color, and then followed the sword attack from the young man in front of him, and his footsteps did not move at all, solid as a rock.

"It's disgusting!"

Looking at the sword attack that would be perfectly blocked no matter how he slashed, the young man's face became extremely lonely and gloomy, and he let out an angry voice.

Yuan Jiu hadn't said anything yet, but the young man was upset in his heart at first.

"Donor, please be angry, be calm, so that it is good for the body and mind. At this time, Yuan Jiu's voice sounded faintly.

"Get out, dead bald donkey, I don't believe it, I can't break your defense!" the young man roared.

As he spoke, he saw that the speed in his hand was getting faster and faster, and finally turned into an afterimage.

A huge whistling sound rang out, and for a moment, the sword shadow was matchless.

"Donor, swearing is not good. ”

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Facing the countless sword shadows in front of him, Yuan Jiu was still easy to catch it, and his voice was still so flat.

"Get out, if you have the ability, defeat me, don't be crooked here, dead bald donkey!" shouted the young man.

"In this case, the poor monk did as the benefactor said. ”

As he spoke, he saw Yuan Jiuyi instantly open the sword shadow long sword, put his hands together, and finally, cast his fist technique, and at the same time that the young man had not reacted, a punch was a heavy bombardment on the young man's stomach.

"Luohan Fist!"

Like a cannonball, it flew out, and its body fell heavily under the stage, smashing a half-person-high pit.

This monk is so peaceful on the surface, but his hands are so ruthless, it can be seen that everything is not only on the surface.

"Amitabha. ”

Facing the audience, Yuan Jiu skillfully made a monk salute with his hands folded, and his eyes were peaceful.

"The winner of the thirty-third game, Yuan Jiu. ”

After the referee announced the result, a medical staff came to the pit under the stage, carried the half-dead young man on a stretcher, briefly examined it, and found that there was no danger to life, and then quickly carried him away.

"Amitabha. ”

After saluting the people on all sides, Yuan Jiu stepped down and went back to the players' lounge.

"Hahaha, this monk is very strong and can be your opponent. In the hall in the lounge, looking at Yuan Jiu who came in, Lei Wuquan put one hand on Lu Han's shoulder and laughed.

"This is already the tenth you said. Lu Han said with a cold expression.

"Uh, yes? Is there already so many? I didn't find out? Aha, ahaha. Hearing this, Lei Wuquan couldn't help touching his head and laughing awkwardly.

"It's okay, this is fun, there are so many opponents, I have to say it's a super enjoyment. Lei Wuquan continued.

“......”

Lu Han didn't want to talk to him anymore, and looked at the live broadcast screen that existed in the hall, where the thirty-fourth battle had already begun.

There was nothing appealing about this battle, just two warriors and mercenaries trying their best to win the battle.

After hundreds of rounds, the battle was won by one of the mercenary warriors.

After the old man announces the name of the winner to rank down the two sides of the battle.

The thirty-fifth battle was imminent......

This was followed by the thirty-sixth ......

Thirty-seven ......

Thirty-eight ......

Thirty-nine ......

Forty ......

Finally, the battle in the forty-eighth field began.

If the previous battle between Lei Wuquan and Lu Han was the biggest in the first round of this martial arts conference.

Then what is going on next is definitely the second biggest* moment of the first round.

Because the fame of the two people who will fight next is not weaker than Lei Wuquan and Lu Han.

They are the Long Xuntian of Longhu Mountain, and he is also one of the top ten outstanding young people, and he is also the current first disciple of Longhu Mountain, and it is very likely that he is the next head of Longhu Mountain.

And another character, Xiang Yang, in this Huaxia City, he also has a great reputation.

As one of the top families in Huaxia City like the Lu family, the Xiang family, the background of this family is not weaker than the Lu family.

And this Xiang Yang, as the only young master of the Xiang family, is not only the heir of the next head of the family, but his strength has also reached a very high level, and he is also a genius.

Therefore, the big battle between these two is another big attraction.

"Boss, who do you think will win this time?" On Wang Yao's side, Luo Zaohua asked with a smile on his face, he should be thinking about doing something.

"Go, go, go, don't keep thinking about making trouble. Wang Yao waved his hand at him and said.

His hands were now opened by the two women again, which made him regret that he hadn't taken advantage of it enough.

"However, if you talk about the results of the battle between these two, I am still more optimistic about Long Xuntian. Wang Yao touched his chin and said.

"Hey, boss, didn't you think about this dragon before, why are you so optimistic now?"

"yes, yes. The rats nodded their heads repeatedly.

"Are you starting again? Wang Yao looked back at them, and finally said: "Anyway, this is just my guess, as for the final result, I don't know, after all, until the last moment, there will be no result." ”

"Commander, you're poisoned milk. Long said silently.

"Just watch the game with peace of mind. With that, Wang Yao looked at the ring.

When the rest saw this, they also said no more.

In the ring, the two figures were already standing quietly, they were both plump and handsome, and they attracted the screams of a large number of little fans.

And after the scene gradually quieted down, the referee old man slowly let out a calm voice.

"In the forty-eighth battle, Long Xuntian faced Xiang Yang. ”

"Start now. ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw that Xiang Yang's body appeared in front of Long Xuntian's eyes at a ghostly speed, and a hand was already on his shoulder.