Kunlun Finals World Extreme Fighting Finals Xi'an Branch.

Li Ye sat on the bench in the lounge, with a white towel on his shoulder, and the agent pushed open the door and gestured to him with encouragement and said, "Ready to play, Li Ye, don't have psychological pressure, a draw is equal to victory." ”

Li Ye raised his head and showed a relaxed smile to the agent. The announcer of the host of the competition has already sounded in my ears:

"First up was our local combat boxer, Li Ye, who had a record of 35 wins, 13 draws and 6 losses. Won the last game against Merial to advance. ”

Li Ye walked out of the lounge, walked out of the passage into the venue, raised his solid arms, and patted the two red fists above his head. He walked from the aisle to the center to the cheers of the crowd and rolled into the cage.

"The red side is the champion of the last Kunlun Duel, Davit Kiria, who has achieved perfect harmony in his kilogram field......" The mouth of the host commentator at the competition venue kept chattering, so annoying that Li Ye wanted to use the toilet to close his mouth.

Kiria came out from the opposite side, and there were even more fierce applause and cheers from the venue, a Georgian bearded man who walked past the stands with a smile on his face, rolled over into the cage, and stood opposite Li Ye.

The referee stood between the two, first checked the mouthguards and gloves of the two, explained the rules of the game, and then quickly waved his hand: "Fight!"

Li Ye and Kiria clenched their fists and confronted each other, Kiria took the lead and threw a tentative punch, Li Ye quickly returned a left hook after blocking, and Kiria came with a heavy kick, and the two had each other in several encounters.

The sky outside the stadium was suddenly overcast, as if it had converged in an instant, and the silver lightning that meandered down bypassed the lightning rod and hit the dome of the stadium.

Li Ye's chest was annoyed, he raised his arms to block several combos of Qilia, and then time froze, his body was numb, and the entire arena suddenly fell into pitch black, and at this moment of the junction of light and darkness, a fierce uppercut hit his cheek.

He lost his center of gravity and fell downward, but he couldn't touch the ground for a long time, as if the whole person had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, he wanted to struggle, but his limbs were so heavy that he couldn't move.

Li Ye's body stopped falling, he lay on his side and looked around, the whole space was so dark that there was no light, no noisy human voices, no green emergency lights on, no mobile phone flash, he seemed to have cut off contact with the whole world.

Maybe only a second, a minute, or an hour passed, and he didn't feel time at all.

The bright light of the morning finally appeared in front of his eyes, like an ink painting, and a magical image appeared in front of his eyes, which was clearer than the visual perception brought by the virtual image of VR glasses. The blue sky, the white clouds, the gray walls and green tiles, the copper bells hanging under the eaves of the bell and drum towers, the stacked pavilions, and the vermilion door posts and the glass-colored door forehead couplets, on which are written "Kaihuafang" three traditional block letters.

This picture is too real, not like the visual effects caused by the wide screen, because the bluestone road in the distance, the loess in the near distance extends under him, and the feeling of touching the land is solid and intimate, and he is dragged back to the world.

"Brother, fight back!"

He didn't know where the sound was coming from, he had been slammed in the chest, and the dust kicked up by the kudzu trouser leg and straw sandals was about to squint.

It's not an illusion, it's not a mirage, it's someone beating him.

Li Ye stretched out his hands violently, pulled his feet in straw shoes into his arms, and the person who kicked him fell to the ground with a bang. He stood up with both hands on the loess, only to feel two people behind him swinging their fists and tickling his back, and he didn't look back and kicked a back, kicking one person out like a sandbag.

A person rushed to the front, swung his fist and smashed it into his face like a cannon, Li Ye raised his arms and bent his elbows to resist, this person quickly punched five or six punches, Li Ye did not move, the other party relaxed slightly, Li Ye smashed it with a straight punch, until the person's nose bone collapsed, and his teeth were loose.

He withdrew his fist in surprise and looked at it, but there were no fist gloves, and the strength of this punch had increased a lot. The people he fought with had no experience in fighting, just street thugs.

"It's better without gloves, I'll cripple you!"

A person rushed from the opposite side, making a very beautiful and fancy kicking action in the air, and the head and feet tied to the back of his head floated. Li Ye calmly dodged sideways, and came at the opponent with a leg sweep, this kick was very high, and the sweep hit the opponent's cheek and made the whole person fly.

In professional fighting matches, the leg sweep usually does not dare to kick so high, the first center of gravity is unstable, the second action amplitude is large, and the buffer time for the opponent is also long, and the flexible opponent will not give you the opportunity to kick, but will let the opponent find a counterattack opportunity.

But Li Ye's heart is not under any pressure, because this is a bunch of laymen, how to be comfortable.

After a round of fighting, there were only two people left, wearing round-necked kudzu robes and arching their bodies, their yellow faces flushed, and timidity was written on their faces.

"Good!"

There were people on the street next to him who saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, Li Ye turned his head to look, and saw a bound Hu man riding on a horse, escorted by three martial artists wearing fine scales and armor in front and behind.

This bearded man has a round face, triangular eyes, a Chinese-style bun, a thick black beard at the corners of his lips, and a short hair on his chin that is tied into three braids with red silk threads.

"This Lang Jun's kicking and beating methods are really beautiful, better than our Turkic wrestling, haha."

Hu Ren's fat face is very pleasing when he laughs, and his small mouth and eyes gather into buns. The pupils in the mung bean's big eyes were focused and constricted, and he seemed to be laughing, but people couldn't see his true mood.

Several samurai escorted the Nahu people to dismount outside the Duting Station, and there were more than a dozen ox carts parked in the open space in front of the post station, as well as some loaded goods. After Hu Ren dismounted, he struggled with the hemp rope on his body, and did not forget to set his curious eyes on Li Ye.

The two thin-scale warriors seemed to have a deep relationship with the Hu people, and reminded him with a smile: "General An, you have such a big heart, you will be beheaded when you enter the palace tomorrow, how can you still be interested in a street trick?" ”

General An smiled indifferently: "If I am beheaded by the imperial court, even if I am sorrowful, it will not help. If I can turn evil into good fortune, it's too late to be happy, how can I not be interested. The two hits just now are very unusual, although they are simple and rude, but they are very practical, and there is no slightest bit of fancy skill. ”

Li Yewu was in a daze, he finally found his identity, because there were two stone locks and a stone burden behind him, both of which were used to show off muscle weightlifting.

He glanced back at Hu Ren in confusion, his gaze attracted by something newer. The stone-brick Suzaku Street in front of you is surrounded by a straight wall into a thoroughfare, leading to the imperial city at the end. He turned to look south, and in the distance was the solemn and magnificent Mingde Gate Tower.

His eyes were full of streamers, and he turned left and right to look at all this in front of him, and the waves in his heart were comparable to stormy waves. The bronze bell on the door, the eaves of the pavilion of the Duting Station, the carriage running on the Vermilion Bird Street, the men wearing round-necked robes and hats, a group of women wearing skirts and high buns, bustling pedestrians wandering back and forth, just like the murals of the prosperous scene in Dunhuang brewing into reality, all this is so clear in front of him.

This is not a 3D restoration map, this is the real Chang'an City, the imperial capital Chang'an City that haunts people's dreams for 3,000 years, these people are all from Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty.

He lowered his head suddenly, saw the hemp colored kudzu clothes on his body, looked up and touched the turban on his head, it turned out that he was also a member of the Chang'an people of the Tang Dynasty, the corners of his mouth squeezed out a wry smile, is this joke too big, a hook can beat himself to Chang'an more than a thousand years ago?

The two guys standing in front of him clenched their fists and stared at each other, and when they saw that the momentum was not right, they didn't even care about their companions, and supported each other to run into the distance.

Li Ye relaxed, put away the fist clenching posture of free fighting, only to feel that someone behind him was tugging on his pants, turned his head and saw an eight or nine-year-old girl standing behind him, her eyes moistened and she called him happily: "Brother." ”

His eyes flickered, and he was a little embarrassed to deal with the letter, he didn't get any memories of the original owner of the body.

The little girl may have also seen the strangeness and strangeness in her brother's eyes, and took two steps back timidly.

A few people hurriedly ran in the distance, they were the patrolmen of Jin Wuwei and the bad people of the martial arts shops in the streets. The troublesome bastards got up from the ground and hurriedly ran away. Li Ye also had a premonition of a crisis, but his belongings and the little girl were still here, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hide.

In the blink of an eye, several people had already come to him, and the Jinwu guard Ding Ding, who was wearing blue and black cloth armor, pressed the hilt of the knife in his hand, pointed at him and said, "Where did you come from, but you dare to make trouble on the street!" Take it down for me, take it back and whip it! ”

Li Ye didn't dare to act rashly, listening to the tone, they were sent by Chang'an. He could only let the other party put the hemp rope around his neck.