"Hehe......"

Hearing Li Mu's invitation to fight, Guan Jiping sneered.

"Since you are so anxious to seek death, then I can only be respectful and obey my fate."

Guan Jiping got up slowly, stretched out his right hand, and snorted in a low voice.

"Here comes the knife!"

When the words fell, there were immediately students of the New Jingwu Association, and they respectfully handed over the butterfly double knife.

Guan Jiping took out the butterfly double knives in the cloth bag, and the cold light overflowed in an instant.

The double knives that have been sharpened and sharpened, the edge of the blade is exposed, and under the reflection of the light, the forest is cold and awe-inspiring.

Even if it hasn't been waved yet, just looking at it makes me feel like my eyes are being cut off!

Geng Liangqi is not a loss is the leading craftsman in Yangcheng, the previous unedged knife blank, there is no clue, now after the blade, this butterfly double knife is simply a new look, Nirvana rebirth!

Guan Jiping held two knives in his hand, and got into the ring in two steps, standing tall with his head held high.

"Li Mu, take the gun!"

At this time, another shout sounded from the audience.

Ruan Manqiu didn't know when he walked to the stage and threw the flower gun that Li Mu had ordered earlier into the ring.

The cloth wrapped around the spear was blown up by the sea breeze and disappeared into the endless night, while the seven-foot spear pierced through the surging wind and fell straight down.

Li Mu threw the microphone away, grabbed the gun with his backhand, pressed down with his back elbow, and raised his wrist.

"Hoo ......"

With the whistling of the spear breaking through the wind, the spear was held under Li Mu's ribs, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at Guan Jiping, flickering under the reflection of the spotlight, like a spirit snake spitting letters.

The two confronted each other, although they didn't make a sound, but the pervasive murderous aura seemed to make the entire boxing ring suddenly fall into a fog, making people feel cold and their teeth chatter.

The host picked up the microphone in a hurry, turned around and ran off the stage without looking back, and the impassioned introduction had long been forgotten, just shouted in a panic: "Everyone, next, the unlimited white-knuckle battle has officially begun!" ”

In the viewing area, there was no audience cheering or bulging, they would have been immobilized, just tiptoeing, looking hard at the fist, unconsciously swallowing and spitting.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Guan Jiping was holding a knife in his hand and standing in front of him.

"Hong Fist and Mother Double Knife, Guan Jiping, please advise!"

Li Mu turned sideways, holding the tail of the gun with his right hand, holding the barrel of the gun with his left hand, and narrowing his eyes.

"Eight poles and six guns, Li Mu, please advise!"

When the words fell, Li Mu took the lead in stepping forward, and at the same time suddenly stabbed out a shot!

Liuhe marksmanship is known for its simplicity and brightness, and the marksmanship moves are mainly blocked, held, and pierced, and the rest of the knocks, bumps, collapses, picks, rolls, smashes and other ten thousand methods are inseparable from their origins.

Although Li Mu was only using a flower gun at the moment, instead of the most commonly used three-meter gun, a shot seemed to still have a thousand strengths, making people dare not resist head-on at all.

"Good time!"

In the face of this fierce stabbing attack, Guan Jiping's eyes lit up.

Li Mu's toughness is not an obstacle to him at all, but an introduction to stimulate his ferocity!

Without hesitation, Guan Jiping's right hand knife slashed and fell diagonally, and at the same time, his left leg stepped forward, wanting to break in front of Li Mu while pushing away Li Mu's gun.

Inch long inch strong, inch short inch risk!

The so-called dangerous word is not only against oneself, but also against the enemy!

As long as the distance limit is broken, the short knife can completely defeat the enemy with one hit, plus the short knife is flexible, and the direction and strength can be adjusted at any time, which can completely make the enemy unguardable!

Guan Jiping understands this truth, and Li Mu naturally understands it better!

Seeing that Guan Ji Ping was coming, Li Mu grabbed the right hand at the end of the gun, suddenly wanted to pull back, and at the same time pushed horizontally with his left hand, leading the gun and sweeping out!

The suddenly shrunken body of the gun broke away from the restriction of Guan Jiping's right hand knife, and the barrel of the gun slammed into Guan Jiping's ribs, wanting to shoot him out directly!

However, Guan Jiping has gone through more than ten white-knuckle battles, how rich his experience is, in the face of Li Mu's spear and collapse, he was not afraid, his right hand turned into a backhand knife, the inner arc was obliquely picked, and at the same time, the left-handed knife fell violently, and slashed straight towards the gun!

"Click...... Syllable! ”

Short sounds, one after another!

The butterfly's twin knives fell crosswise, slashing the barrel of the gun, and it opened two gaps in the barrel of the gun!

Then, Guan Jiping kicked the ground with his left leg, and he just endured the pain of the gun slapping on his body, and the whole person directly faced the strength of the gun body and hit it directly!

Two impacts in a row, so that the barrel of the cow tendon wood could not bear it, based on the notch that was cut by ***, it was completely broken, and the flickering cold gun head flew out!

"Holy!"

"It seems that Master Guan is still a step ahead, and he actually made a hard move and broke Master Li's gun!"

"I'll just say, how can a person who fights on stage in front of the camera be able to compare to our group of martial artists who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and blood in Yangcheng, it seems that this master has won!"

"That's right, the gun is broken, and Master Li's distance advantage is gone, as long as Master Guan eases his breath, it is estimated that it won't take a few moves, and the one surnamed Li will have to be chopped into meat sauce by him!"

"Master Guan has appeared so many times, but he hasn't left a living mouth, hey, poor Bajiquan finally produced a famous grandmaster, I'm afraid I'm going to fall today!"

In the viewing area, there was a buzzing discussion, and there were both lamentations for Li Mu's fall and bloodthirsty looking forward to the sword light cutting the flesh and skin.

On the side of the Yiquan Hall, Ruan Manqiu had unconsciously clenched his hands, and his nervous forehead was sweating.

Although she always thought that Li Mu would win, in the face of this situation, the breath in her chest couldn't help but hang, and at the same time secretly complained to Li Mu, why didn't she listen to her advice and customize a good gun.

Compared with Ruan Manqiu's nervous appearance, Wu Yulin and Liu Lao looked refreshed.

A broken gun is like pulling out a tiger's teeth.

The toothless tiger is not the king of beasts, but a kitten that can be slaughtered.

In the ring, Guan Jiping, who resisted the blow of the collapse, was also uncomfortable, he bared his teeth and gasped.

But when he saw out of the corner of his eye that Li Mu's seven-foot gun was less than five feet left, and the short stick with uneven incisions remained, the originally painful look on his face suddenly turned into a distorted smile.

"Hahaha, hiss...... Master Li, if you don't have a gun, I don't know what to call it? ”

The head of the spear was broken, but Li Mu's face did not change, but he still held the tail of the gun with one hand, and held the gun with his backhand with the other hand, only revealing the head of the pole that was worth a foot, and spoke softly.

"A person with a broken rib is still a person, and a gun without a gun is naturally a gun."

"Cut."

Guan Jiping took a mouthful of blood foam, and the butterfly double knife was changed to a backhand grip, and his eyes became cold.

"A severed head is a dead person, and a dead gun is left with a severed head!"

"The blade is dead, and it only lives when it falls into the hands of man."

Li Mu replied indifferently, and put on a posture of two tops, the barrel of the gun was like a short stick, diagonally across his chest.