The two passed by, and Nangong Liang whispered, "He's very strong." ”

Cai Song patted Nangong Liang's back and walked over.

Strong, just what I want!

Cai Song jumped into the ring, took off his robe, and threw it aside.

His hands were clearly covered with a pair of iron gloves. The right hand was held on the wrist of the left hand, and he looked at Yang Feng with an arrogant face.

Yang Feng's waist was already stained red with blood, and the wound had been stopped by him with internal force.

"This is your weapon?"

Yang Feng held the three-pointed knife in his right hand, lightly pressed his left hand on the wound, and said lightly.

Cai Song's left and right hands touched his fists and made a muffled sound, "Lao Tzu's fists will crush your skull!" ”

"Come on!"

As soon as Cai Song's words fell, his right hand was in front and his left hand was behind, and he rushed towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng turned the three-pointed knife in his right hand, and it was an upward slash at Cai Song who rushed over.

Cai Song punched the three-pointed knife to his side, trying to get close to Yang Feng's body, but was dodged by a few sliding steps.

Cai Song missed a few punches, his eyes changed, and he rushed over again.

"Wow, I like his weapon, melee combat, tsk, Brother Yang has been injured, I don't know if I can beat him."

Zhang Yuanshan looked at the two iron fists of the tiger and the tiger, and was a little worried.

"Yang Feng used internal force to stop the bleeding, but these iron fists are blunt weapons, if they are punched, I am afraid that they will disturb their own breath and make the wound bleed again."

Fu Xing said lightly.

In the ring.

Yang Feng's three-pointed knife dance was superb, and Cai Song kept retreating, dodging, and blocking.

After Yang Feng slashed the air, Cai Song grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, and his whole person instantly pasted over, and his left hand clenched into a fist. At this time, Cai Song's whole body internal strength is gathered here, and he will not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, intending to end the fight with one punch.

Yang Feng is a person with mediocre martial arts, his right hand turned into a palm, and he met his fist.

Cai Song's iron fist stopped half an inch in front of Yang Feng's right hand, and the two internal forces continued to contend here.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, Cai Song took a few steps back, his left hand was numb, trembling constantly, and his forehead was already full of sweat.

Yang Feng flew out directly, but fortunately he stabilized himself and staggered a few steps on the ground. His right hand was also like Cai Song, shaking non-stop.

"Hey, huh, ha, you don't have a lot of strength."

Yang Feng's breath was a little confused, panting.

King Bailin of Northern Yan, the sibling of Emperor Yan, I will not lose to you!

Yang Feng waved the three-pointed knife with both hands and attacked directly.

After a few rounds, Cai Song frowned.

This guy's attack is much more ferocious than just now, are you trying to suppress me, hum, I'm going to do it for real!

Cai Song turned around and dodged a sharp knife, found an opportunity, and punched Yang Feng in the chest.

Yang Feng retracted the knife in time, resisted it horizontally on his chest, smashed his iron fist on the hilt, and a fist wind rushed out from Yang Feng's chest. His clothes and hair were blown up.

Then Yang Feng took a few steps back.

"Ah!!h

With a roar, Yang Feng held a three-pointed two-edged knife and stabbed it strongly, pointing directly at Cai Song's head.

Cai Song's pupils shrank suddenly, he seemed to feel the horror of this knife, and before he could react, the blade was almost in front of him.

In an instant, he clasped his hands together and wanted to clamp the three-pointed knife, but the strength of this knife was beyond his imagination.

The blade passed directly between his hands, and he couldn't hold it at all. At the same time, Cai Song instantly lowered his head and stepped back, and the blade also directly stabbed his hair crown.

A cold sweat had already broken out on Cai Song's head, who had withdrawn, and he looked at the hair crown on the ground, and was terrified.

Without the shackles of the hair crown, at this moment, Cai Song is already in a cloak and fluttering in the wind.