“··· Damn!" Due to anger and excessive overdraft of his body, Zhang Yang's body couldn't help but tremble, but for the opponent in front of him, a stubborn mentality of not admitting defeat still stubbornly supported Zhang Yang's body, so that he did not fall.

"But I still think it's more pleasing to the eye when you're lying on the ground," Just like playing with the animals on the dissecting table, Sikong Ming once again released the flesh thorn of his left hand and nailed Zhang Yang to the ground, this time not in the position of the heart, but nailed Zhang Yang's hands, feet and body to the ground, as if he knew that Zhang Yang was about to die, this seriously distorted guy in his heart had begun to enjoy the cruel pleasure of abusing and killing the enemy, I don't know how many prey like Zhang Yang were finally brutally dissected by this perverted guy.

"Woo~~~~!!"

"Fall to the ground and start counting the seconds... 1··”

"You, don't be lucky in your heart and think that you can escape with the help of countdown, I'll cut off your head directly hehe!"

"I will, slaughter you!" raised his head, and Zhang Yang's eyes showed a determined look.

“·· 4··”

"Joke, what else do you want to do after that?" said Sikong Ming's right hand into a giant scalpel pointed at Zhang Yang on the ground, "Now you are like a frog nailed to the dissecting table, just keep calling endlessly, it's really noisy, but soon you will shut up hehe, because your talking thing is about to ······"

'Come on, my sword!stretch it out', put his hand on the ground, Zhang Yang looked at the Spirit Gathering Sword that was left behind by Sikong Ming, his aura had already had a subtle connection with the Spirit Gathering Sword, after deepening the aura in his hand into the ground, Zhang Yang tried his best to control the Spirit Gathering Sword on the ground and flew towards Sikong Ming in front of him.

Just as Sikong Ming raised the scalpel in his hand and was about to cut off Zhang Yang's head, a dangerous aura made the hairs on his back stand up, and the sound of breaking wind had already come from behind, but it was too late to turn back, the Spirit Gathering Sword had already stretched out its sword body and slashed towards Sikong Lang, using the aura of his body to control the Spirit Gathering Sword flying in mid-air, Zhang Yang cut Sikong Shu's body into several pieces again, and the five flesh thorns used to nail his body were also cut off by the sword body controlled by Zhang Yang's mind, turning into a short piece of wriggling noodles and writhing on the ground。

“··· 8·· I didn't expect Zhang Yang, who was nailed to the ground, to be able to control the spirit sword that was out of his hand, and once again cut the Sikong Shu player into several pieces, Zhang Yang stood up again, and the Sikong Shu player fell to the ground again!"

"It's a little bit taken lightly, but you still haven't cut my important parts hehe," looking at Zhang Yang who walked in front of him, Sikong Shu, who was lying on the ground, sneered again, and countless flesh thorns stretched out from the broken place of his body, and docked towards the broken place, "I said, no matter how many times you cut me, I can recover again hehehehe,!!?

"Really?" staring at Sikong Shu on the ground who was about to connect his body, Zhang Yang showed a cruel smile on his face, "It's really a convenient tool, the changed form is really super in line with my current mood," Looking at the huge racket in his hand, Zhang Yang raised the Spirit Gathering Sword in his hand, and the Spirit Gathering Sword in his hand absorbed the aura of Zhang Yang's body, and according to Zhang Yang's thoughts, it turned into a huge oval racket and was held in Zhang Yang's hand, "If you don't know where your key point is, then smash it all!!" As he spoke, Zhang Yang raised the paddle in his hand with both hands, used all his strength, rounded it and slapped it on Sikong Ming's body.

"Pop !!!" A miserable sound resounded in the middle of the arena, under this kind of lore, the ring was slapped out of a big pit by the aura in Zhang Yang's hand, and the Sikong Shu inside had already stopped moving, I don't know if he was dead or alive.

Hearing that Sikong Shu didn't move for a long time, Miss Xingmeng in the ring ran over, and after coming to the edge of the big pit, Miss Xingmeng said to the audience: "--Let me confirm, uh~~!!" When she saw Sikong Ming's miserable appearance in the rock, Miss Xingmeng's face changed with fright, and cold sweat came out directly, what is this pile of meat sauce? It's so disgusting, it's really disgusting to be still moving, smoothing her chest, Miss Xingmeng swallowed the stomach acid that had surged to her throat, raised her arm and announced the result of the game to the audience, "Zhang Yang wins!!"

"Wouldn't it!!!Sikong Ming is dead!?"

"In this way, the Sikong Sentai team has lost two games in a row!!"

"It's not easy to do!"

"How can this be!"

"Lost again!"

"How did you fight, Sikong Ming actually lost!"

"What a surprise!!"

······

Hearing Miss Xingmeng announce the results of the game, there was a small commotion in the audience, and some of the monsters in the stands began to whisper in groups, I really didn't expect that the originally very optimistic Sikong team actually lost three games in a row, although the first game was won by luck, but it paid the price of life.

And such a powerful martial god player also lost in the hands of the little man Feiyan, and burned to death nearly half of the audience, plus now Sikong Lang's eldest brother is also shot miserably by Zhang Yang as a human being, I don't know if I don't know life and death, it seems that Qin Xiaochuan may be able to reverse and become the champion in this game, if this is the case, it will be miserable, there are many monsters on the scene who took out all their net worth to buy what Qin Xiaochuan's team lost, if Qin Xiaochuan's team really defeats Sikong Lang, it is estimated that there is no need to get out of this island, many monsters have to jump off the cliff of this island to feed the fish, because they will lose and even their pants will be gone。

Ignoring the commotion of the audience, Zhang Yang walked out of the ring with a tense face,

"Great, Zhang Yang, are you okay?"

Looking at Qin Xiaochuan, who ran in front of him with excitement on his face, Zhang Yang punched Qin Xiaochuan in the face without saying a word, "Why don't you tell me about my mother-in-law's death!!Do you only treat me as an outsider?" grabbed Qin Xiaochuan's collar, looked at Qin Xiaochuan with an angry face, and said angrily: "Do you think that after telling me the news that my mother-in-law was killed, I will run away!?·· Ah!?h Speak to you!!"

"Zhang Yang Classmate"

"Shut up!"

Looking at Zhang Yang with an angry face, Bai Ying walked over and waved his hand at Zhang Yang, Bai Ying explained helplessly to Zhang Yang, "Actually, you misunderstood Qin Xiaochuan, he really didn't say anything to us, we just deduced the death of my mother-in-law based on some clues, not what you think, although I didn't tell you about my mother-in-law's death, but I just don't want you to be sad when I know it, I guess Xiaochuan thinks the same way, you better let it go first, listen to what Xiaochuan said!"

It didn't seem to dare to raise his eyes to face Zhang Yang, Qin Xiaochuan kept his head down and looked at Zhang Yang's chest, and after a while Qin Xiaochuan opened his mouth, "--Mother-in-law died in my arms, I entrusted my mother-in-law to the little king of Yama and asked him to help, I am also ready to realize that we can only rely on ourselves to fight,-- but even so, I still don't want to believe it, as if I feel that everything is a lie, I still think that she will come back suddenly... , I feel that once I tell the news of her death, it is equivalent to admitting that my mother-in-law is dead, and she will never come back······!

“······” Hearing Qin Xiaochuan's explanation, Zhang Yang seemed to understand something, and slowly let go of his hands holding Qin Xiaochuan's collar and walked behind him, "Huh!·· If that were the case, you would have said it earlier. ”

"Xiaochuan!!" Just as Qin Xiaochuan lowered his head and walked to the martial arts ring, a flamboyant shout suddenly came from behind him, "I want to win!"

"Smack!!"

A crisp sound sounded from Qin Xiaochuan's hand, and he slapped his fist vigorously, Qin Xiaochuan seemed to regain his confidence and jumped into the ring, with the encouragement of his teammates, Qin Xiaochuan felt that his body was full of inexhaustible energy, and raised his thumb at Zhang Yang behind him, Qin Xiaochuan turned his head: "Leave it to me!"

After speaking, Qin Xiaochuan walked towards the center of the ring with his head held high, the real decisive battle was about to begin, looking at Sikong Lang, who was also walking towards him on the other side, Qin Xiaochuan muttered silently in his heart, I will definitely complete my mother-in-law's entrustment, please rest assured! Also, if I win, I will definitely resurrect my mother-in-law, this is my wish after winning!

"The arena suddenly became so quiet, it's really like the tranquility before the storm," looking at the two people who were about to walk to the ring, Miss Xingmeng standing on the field also seemed to feel a trace of unusual atmosphere, as if she was infected by the momentum of the two people, and was unwilling to destroy the final picture that they had been looking forward to for a long time, and the audience became quiet, all silently watching the two people walking towards each other in the ring.

"Sikong Lang, I'll go first!"

Glancing back at Mr. Yujing, who stopped him, Sikong Lang stood up, looking at Mr. Yujing who walked by, Sikong Lang did not speak.

Walking to Sikong Lang's side, Mr. Yujing seemed to have a plan, nodded at Sikong Lang, walked towards the center of the ring, and came to Miss Xingmeng's side.

"It's Yujing!

"yes, why is he going to be on stage?

"Did he beat Qin Xiaochuan? This is not a joke!"

"Maybe Yujing has other plans, let's see!"

"yes, look at it!"

·······

Seeing Mr. Yujing walking into the ring, many of the audience at the scene whispered, as if they didn't expect Mr. Yujing to appear to be on the field, the originally silent ring began to stir, ignoring the commotion in the audience, and walked to Miss Xingmeng's side, Mr. Yujing signaled to Miss Xingmeng, "Referee, give me the microphone,"