Not only did Gu Jingman find the problem, but the other three major forces also found the problem; Du Pingsheng, the leader of the Sanlian Gang, turned completely cold, he thought that only Gu Jingman had a problem, but he didn't want the Black Panther Society to be among them, among the five major forces, two of them were like this, how could they win the Black Fight?

Jiang Guhuai and Widow Wang just frowned, not as bad as Du Pingsheng's face, the advocates of this black fight have always been Feiyingmen and the Sanlian Gang, the two of them just agreed to participate in this black fight because of morality, as for the victory or defeat of the black fight, they didn't care in the first place.

The group of three is selling drugs in East China, and it has nothing to do with them, as long as there is no conflict of interest with them, why fight for blood.

"What a Feng Yuan, just now you scolded Gu Jingman, I thought you understood righteousness, but you didn't want to be a mercenary villain."

Du Pingsheng clenched his fists tightly, and his face was full of hatred.

"Senior Yuan Kuang, this black fight, I'm afraid the burden will be on you. If you lose, then this black fight will probably be lost. ”

Du Pingsheng sighed, hugged his fists at an old man in Tang costume beside him, and said quite respectfully.

Now that the two of them have been defeated, Gu Jingman, who was originally regarded as the backbone, has changed his mind again, as for the widow Wang's Cardinal Club, they can't be counted on at all, so ruled out, only their triad can still make a difference in the black fight.

But their triad can only send Yuan Kuang's predecessors alone, how can they fight with many people in the Yamaguchi group.

"Don't worry, the old man knows in his heart that he will do his best."

Yuan Kuang sighed, he didn't want the drugs of the Yamaguchi Group to reach Huaxia, so he promised Du Pingsheng to come to participate in the black fight, but now, he could only do his best, but he didn't dare to make any guarantees.

The third scene. On the side of the five major forces, the members of the Cardinal Society appeared.

The person sent by the Cardinal Society was also an ancient warrior, but he only had the cultivation of the early stage of the Qi Sea, and he was defeated by the middle-aged samurai of the Yamaguchi Group after only a few face-to-face efforts.

As Du Ping thought before, the Cardinal Society could not be counted on at all, and among the five major forces, the Cardinal Society was the weakest, and the widow Wang was the person. The attitude towards this black fight is not firm, so naturally he will not do his best.

The Yamaguchi-gumi played one game, and three of the five major forces have been defeated in a row.

"I knew that I couldn't count on them in this black fight."

Gu Jingman said expressionlessly, although the power of the Cardinal Sparrow Society was the smallest among the five major forces, it was absolutely impossible to only send the ancient martial artists in the early stage of the Qi Sea, and they obviously did not do their best.

"Then you're counting on me?" Mo Wen smiled lightly.

"It's good to be counted on. I've said it before. With me here, this black fight will undoubtedly win. Gu Jingman smiled like a flower.

"Do you have the ability to foresee the future? If I don't show up on the cruise, who do you expect to go? ”

Mo Wen said funny, she said as if she had already grasped the overall situation. But he only met Gu Jingman halfway. If he hadn't appeared, wouldn't Gu Jingman's previous promise be nonsense?

"Cut, I can't count on you. Can't you count on someone else yet? Gu Jingman snorted.

In the fourth, the triad appeared.

"Yuan Kuang's predecessor's strength is not low, and he is not under Uncle Chen. It should be able to win one person. Gu Jingman said in a low voice, the leader of the Triad Gang is also above board, and this time the black fight invited this person out.

"Not necessarily." Mo Wen shook his head.

"Do you think that middle-aged samurai from the Yamaguchi-gumi can win?"

Gu Jingman frowned, Yuan Kuang's predecessors were not small in their circle, and their cultivation was second only to the martial artists of the Bao Dan realm, and they were all stronger than the martial artists at the peak of the ordinary qi sea.

Mo Wen smiled and said nothing.

On the lawn, at the beginning of the fourth game, Mitsui-kun of the Yamaguchi-gumi won three people in a row, but his complexion was very good, and he didn't seem to consume much energy.

"Yuan Kuang, a martial artist at the peak realm of the Qi Sea, I know you."

Mitsui-kun glanced at Yuan Kuang, and spoke for the first time, obviously attaching great importance to him.

"It's an honor." Yuan Kuang said lightly.

"You Chinese people, you like to speak out, you have always regarded yourself as an authentic martial artist, and you disdain the martial arts of our Fusang country, today I want to see what level you Huaxia warriors have."

Mitsui-kun slowly pulled out the katana, and the cold sword light reflected on Yuan Kuang's face, interfering with his vision.

"You Fusang people just stole a little bit of our Chinese martial arts, you don't know how to be grateful, and you belittle our Chinese martial arts everywhere, and you don't respect your ancestors, do you think that the authentic martial arts will be your Fusang country?"

"Yuan is just a small person among the Chinese warriors, not to mention the level, if you Fusang really have the heart to compare, can you have the courage to send a war letter to our Huaxia? At that time, there was no need for you to shout, naturally there would be warriors from our Huaxia Kingdom who would come out to fight with you warriors of Fusang Kingdom, and it was clear which was stronger and which was weak. ”

Yuan Kuang sneered, martial arts are not refined, he is not ashamed to speak but does not know it, and he also accuses others. He really didn't believe that the Fusang National Martial Artists Circle dared to issue a war letter to the Huaxia National Martial Artists Circle.

"Sharp teeth, you can win me, let's talk about other big things."

Mitsui-kun had a cold face, stepped out, and suddenly took out the knife, and the snow-white knife light instantly slashed towards Yuan Kuang.

The two of them suddenly fought together, their strength was flying, their cultivation was not low, and they were equal, once the war started, it was immediately difficult to solve......

Over time, the battle began to tilt.

"I'll just say, how can that Fusang warrior be the opponent of Yuan Kuang's predecessors, it is estimated that in less than a quarter of an hour, the Fusang warrior will be defeated."

The corners of Gu Jingman's mouth hooked up a smile, at this time, even if she could see the form in the field, the martial artist of the Fusang Country was obviously inferior to Yuan Kuang, and the defeat was born.

Yuan Kuang's predecessors have cultivated deeply, not to mention, a body of martial arts is even more exquisite, although the cultivation is not a grade of martial arts, but between the gestures, there is a sense of everyone's demeanor, quite a bit of decay into magic flavor.

The martial artist of Fusang Country, although his cultivation is not much worse than Yuan Kuang, but in terms of martial arts attainments, it is not a little worse.

Gu Jingman raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Wen, as if to say, look at it, I was right just now.

However, one moment Gu Jingman was still very proud, but the next moment his expression suddenly froze, staring at the battlefield in a daze.

The predecessor of Yuan Kuang, who was about to defeat the martial artist of the Fusang Kingdom, actually flew out upside down, one arm was broken at the shoulder, and he fell far to the ground.

"That ......"

Gu Jingman couldn't believe his eyes, what was going on? Just now, it was clear that the victory was in hand, how could it be ...... at this time? A qiē changes too quickly, giving a sense of unreality.

Du Pingsheng stood up from the chair suddenly, his eyes were cold, Yuan Kuang's predecessor actually lost, and he was seriously injured.

Widow Wang and Jiang Guhuai were very calm, seeing Yuan Kuang breaking an arm, there was a faint excitement in their eyes, after all, Yuan Kuang was a master of the Triad Gang, and now he lost an arm, and his strength was greatly reduced, which was naturally good for them.

"You Huaxia country warriors are really vulnerable."

Mitsui-kun slowly withdrew the katana that was still dripping blood, and looked at Yuan Kuang's eyes full of mockery, is the warrior of the Huaxia Kingdom very strong? Hmph, at least he proved his previous point with practical actions.

"You...... Shameless ......"

Yuan Kuang struggled to get up from the ground, holding down the severed arm that was constantly bleeding with one hand, and staring at Mitsui-kun fiercely with his eyes. Before, he was clearly about to win, but just as he was about to defeat the Fusang warrior, a terrifying force suddenly burst out of that person's body, directly knocking him away with an unstoppable force.

He was sure that it wasn't Mitsui-kun's power. Because that power at least belongs to the martial artists of the Bao Dan realm, it is impossible for the martial artists of the Qi Sea realm to possess it. That Fusang warrior is only as good as him in cultivation, or even inferior to him.

"What a shameless person, hmph, if you lose anyway, you warriors of Huaxia Kingdom not only like to speak out, but also like to make excuses for yourself. In the words of our Fuso country, it is the waste that has defiled the martial arts. ”

Mitsui-kun sneered and said: "But our Fusang country has always been reasonable, pay attention to etiquette, even if you lose, I won't kill you." But I hope you are so self-conscious, know what it means to be grateful, and don't know what to do. ”

"Okay, I, the warrior of Fusang Country, not only surpasses the warrior of Huaxia Kingdom, but also has the bearing and mind, and is a real warrior."

Ichiro Yoshida stood up from his seat and clapped his hands continuously, and the people around him echoed and applauded.

"Fart! When did I throw in the towel? Do you think you've won, ridiculous. It's just a broken arm, I don't admit defeat, you only have to kill me, and the black fight can be considered a victory. Come on, the old man has fought for his life, but I want to see what kind of demon you are, and whether you can still have the power you had before. ”

Yuan Kuang stretched out his hand to point at his acupoint, and after stopping the bleeding, he stood up again, picked up the long sword on the ground, and walked towards Mitsui-kun again.

He made up his mind in his heart, even if he fought to the death, he would die in front of the warrior of this Fusang country, the power just now was absolutely abnormal, if he could use it again, then he would die if he died, if he couldn't...... Hum!

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Mitsui-kun's face was gloomy, his pupils shrank slightly, the power just now, he could only use it once, and after he used it up, he didn't have it anymore.

This person obviously has a broken arm, but he is still ready to fight him, is it crazy?

"Afraid of death? It is not known who will die first. ”

Yuan Kuang quickened his pace, transported the internal qi of his whole body, and prepared to kill Mitsui-kun at the cost of death, the black fight can be lost, but the country cannot be humiliated, and the Chinese martial arts cannot be humiliated.

"Maniac."

Mitsui Jun took a step back slightly, a hint of retreat flashed in his eyes, if Yuan Kuang wanted to die with him, then he was likely to be buried with him.

But admit defeat at this time, then it is absolutely impossible, otherwise what he said just now, he would not have slapped himself in the face, and the adults of the Demon Sword Society watched him, admitting defeat, and he would not dare to do such a thing.

"Wait."

Just as Mitsui-kun was facing the dilemma and hesitating, a voice sounded, and immediately after, a teenager walked out. (To be continued......)