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The autumn sun shines brightly, and the golden light is permeated, reflecting on everyone's smiling faces, and it also sets off the face of the cross-fleshed warrior Tie Qing more vividly. 【】

The cross-flesh warrior was so angry that he almost wanted to breathe fire, and Sen Ran said: "You are looking for death!" He couldn't bear it, the cross-flesh shook, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, the ground of the entire ring shook slightly, but his people had already swept in front of Leng Jinghong, the long hook danced, and the brush was a burst of stabs, and Sen Ran's hook qi was immediately pressed.

The hook is a kind of murderous weapon, which kills to stop killing.

The hook is also a vicious torture weapon. Hooking, one of the eighteen types of torture, is extremely cruel.

The hook flashed, and the long hook stabbed, Leng Jinghong suddenly had an illusion: it seemed that a long hook with a handle pierced into the vital points around his body, pierced into his internal organs, pierced into his throat and eyebrows, and pierced into every flesh and blood on his body, even his bones did not let go.

He suddenly felt that his whole body went limp. It was so soft that his limbs were weak, so soft that he trembled, so soft that his whole body was cold, so soft that it was so sore and painful that even his tears almost flowed out.

He sighed, worthy of being one of the eighteen torture instruments, who can stand such torture to extract confessions?

He shook his head, and the illusion in front of him vanished, and he stood there as if nothing had happened.

Naturally, it is not that nothing happened. A long hook, already with a fierce momentum, and a cold killing intent stabbed in front of him like lightning.

However, it is still not enough.

He stretched out his black iron rod, and the latter came first, smashing it violently, still like the blacksmith smashing iron, smashing the long hook of the cross-fleshed warrior back, and said plainly: "Weapons are okay, but people can't." This hook is not fast enough, not careful enough, and full of flaws, you might as well try again. ”

"It's crazy!"

"Weapons are OK, but people can't!"

"Try again!"

.....

The crowd in the audience shouted and shouted, repeating Leng Jinghong's words again, and their hearts were full of blood.

You must know that this is not a sneak attack, but a frontal confrontation, and it is also a frontal confrontation that allows the horizontal meat samurai to strike first and then move. As a result, the heroes of the Han and Tang dynasties occupied the top and despised the Uzi barbarians with the attitude of a strong man, how could everyone not be excited?

The heckling of the crowd was like a slap in the face of the cross-fleshed samurai. He should have been angry, but he was not in the mood to be angry, but his heart was awe-inspiring, and he was a little confused: how could this young man, who had always relied on speculation to win, have such divine power?

His eyes were solemn, looking at Leng Jinghong, unbelievable, but he couldn't help but believe it.

Because of him, he was actually smashed back seven or eight steps by Leng Jinghong, his hands were numb, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and even the long hook was almost unstable.

Of course he wants to try again.

Because of him, even now, he still doesn't dare to confirm that Leng Jinghong has the divine power to shock him back.

The first time he missed, maybe he was too excited, maybe he underestimated the enemy, and even played abnormally.

But this time, he will be especially careful.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, this time, he will never underestimate the enemy, and will show all his strength.

He stepped on his feet, rushed towards Leng Jinghong like a lightning speed, and suddenly used the blood qi of his whole body, and the long hook attacked, and in an instant, the entire space was filled with the afterimage of the long hook.

The hook light is flying, cold and compelling, the energy is agitated, criss-crossed, and everyone is dazzled.

This time, however, he missed.

No, according to his words, it should be called a play disorder.

His long hook hooked Dasheng, with unimaginable killing power, and he was about to hook or poke the young man on the opposite side into tens of thousands of pieces, but in an instant, he saw the young man on the opposite side shake his hands, and the black iron rod slammed out.

The young man didn't move, but he was so shocked that he retreated again and again, and even the long hook couldn't hold it steadily, and flew out with a "whoosh".

Between the lightning and the fire, the young man's big hand stretched out, and the long hook had already fallen into the young man's hand.

The cross-fleshed warrior was shocked, his eyes were solemn, and he never left Leng Jinghong, for fear that Leng Jinghong would kill him with a long hook.

He couldn't be afraid. His big hands are numb now, and his backward steps can't be stopped even if he wants to, if Leng Jinghong pursues at this time, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable. 【】

What puzzled him was that Leng Jinghong's eyes were always calm.

Not only did Leng Jinghong not chase him, but when he stopped retreating, he threw the long hook lightly and landed at his feet, saying, "It's not enough, it's not fast enough, it's not ruthless enough, it's too fancy, you might as well try again." ”

Domineering!

In this battle, Leng Jinghong changed his image of being shrewd and obscene, waiting for an opportunity, and showed his pride and self-confidence at a glance.

It was a kind of self-confidence and pride that came from the bottom of my bones.

All the Han and Tang people were enthusiastic, but they did not coax, but held their breath, and they used their eyes to watch the situation in the ring, for fear of missing a detail.

The Yokoku samurai was stunned.

Not only did Leng Jinghong not chase him, but also returned his long hook, asking him to try again?

Is there really such a stupid person?

He is a little unbelieving, he lives by himself, if it is his life and death opponent, he will never give his opponent the slightest chance.

But he could not deny it, for the hook fell at his feet, and with a slight hook of his right foot, the hook returned to his hand.

His face was flushed, and his eyes were resentful.

He clenched the hook hard.

This time, he must not miss again.

He knew that if he missed again, the other party would probably give him a chance, but he couldn't and didn't want to accept it.

Because he suddenly understood that the so-called trying again, the so-called timing, and the so-called stupidity can be replaced by another term, and that is an insult!

The other party didn't take him seriously at all, and kept insulting him and teasing him, just like the cat and mouse.

At this moment, Ta Luo Lang said: "Runo, admit defeat, you are not his opponent!"

There was a bit of urgency in his tone, because he knew that if he didn't say anything, in a few moments, the life of the Yokoku Samurai would be gone!

However, the Yokoku Warriors had long since been replaced by anger at this time, and where could they listen to the words of others? Even the words of their Tarot-sama could not be listened to.

He said hatefully: "My lord, I didn't lose, I'm going to kill him!"

His eyes were cold, and the long hook danced violently, with the sound of whirring wind, with a sharp hook, with a trajectory that was difficult to capture, with a power as heavy as a thousand jun, and with the momentum of thousands of troops and horses.

This time, he must not miss again.

As soon as the long hook comes out, it will definitely see blood. Because, the insult he received can only be washed away with blood.

Sure enough, he didn't miss again this time.

The long hook was killed, and on the hook blade, it was really red, and the blood was spurting wildly, but it was not Leng Jinghong's blood, but his own blood.

In an instant, Leng Jinghong's black iron rod smashed, and his long hook had already flown and fell into Leng Jinghong's hand.

He was only shocked back three steps, and with a flash of hooking, a hole in his chest had already been poked, and blood spurted wildly.

Then he fell to the ground.

Then, his breath became weaker and weaker.

And then, he died!

Leng Jinghong gave the opportunity to the Hengrou Samurai, but the Hengrou Samurai didn't want it, and felt that Leng Jinghong was insulting him.

In fact, subconsciously, the cross-flesh warrior still thought that there was a chance, and took it for granted that if he missed again, Leng Jinghong would still spare his life.

It's just that how can he understand that there is a famous saying in the Han and Tang dynasties, called: There are only three things!

Leng Jinghong had already given him two chances, so how could he give him a third chance? The result of not giving him a third chance would be at the cost of his death.

The audience was silent, and the heroes of the Han and Tang dynasties also forgot the shouting.

The corpse of the cross-fleshed samurai lying on the stage gave everyone a feeling of unreality.

Who would have thought that the Han and Tang Dynasty boys in the ring would be so amazing that he would snatch the weapons of the Uzi warriors in just an instant and kill the other party?

Suddenly, Leng Zhenhong's words sounded, and he said calmly: "I heard that there are five warriors in every realm of the Uzi Barbarians? This is the third, so what about the fourth? Come on!" He is not very old, but he has the style of a grandmaster, and the posture of a strong man is undoubted.

As soon as these words came out, finally, all the heroes of the Han and Tang dynasties cheered and coaxed in unison: "Fourth! Fourth! Fourth, the fourth ....."

The face of the Ichigan Uzi warrior was gloomy, angry but silent.

Tarot's eyes closed, he had expected this result, but unfortunately the cross-fleshed samurai didn't listen.

Lu Shanhe said with a smile: "Tarot City Lord, I'm a Han and Tang Haojie, how is it?"

Tarot's eyes widened, two cold rays of light were shot, and he said, "It's really good, and it deserves its name." ”

Lu Shanhe pretended to sigh and said: "Hey, I have heard how brave the Uzi warriors are, but I didn't expect it, but it is actually difficult to live up to the fame, which makes people disappointed!"

Hearing this, Tarot's face was gloomy.

This sentence was what he said satirically said by Han Tang Haojie before, but he didn't expect it to be returned by Lu Shanhe again.

He sneered: "Is City Lord Lu's conclusion too fast?

"Oh, is it? Lord of Tarot, look, when will the fourth Uzi warrior come to power?"

"Don't worry, this time, I will definitely let Han Tang Haojie show mercy, at least I will spare his life!"

"I didn't expect my Han Tang Haojie to be so competitive. Hey, how can I say that? I'm embarrassed! I'm a guest from afar, how can I treat a guest like this? You say yes?"

Lu Shanhe shook his head, pretending to sigh, but in his tone, he was extremely proud.

Tarot's face was even more ugly, so gloomy that he was dripping water.

Because these words were basically what he said when he satirized Lu Shanhe before, he didn't expect to be returned by Lu Shanhe so quickly, wasn't it just a slap in the face?

He looked at the tall boy in the ring, his eyes murderous.

for all these things were brought by the young man.

However, I have to admit that that young man is really strong, and it is estimated that there are very few people in Yongtai City who can beat him in the middle of foundation building.

However, in the middle stage of foundation building, he can't beat him, what about other realms?

Hum!

This time, in the middle of foundation building, he brought a finale trump card. He sneered: "The kindness of the City Lord of Lu, I have received it on behalf of the Wuzi warriors. But I, the Uzbek warriors, don't need mercy, since they have come to power, whether they live or die is their creation, and I can't complain about others!"

...... (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.