Luo Yan's palm secretly buttoned his famous card "Bloody Double Scythe", obliquely and coldly, an Adam's apple slid in the throat, and the light fell on it, showing small bulges, he hooked his fingertips towards the wind cold, just a newcomer, not worthy of his attention.

"Boy, let the horses come!" His left hand ran over his lips fiercely, revealing a solemn smile, "You are very lucky, I am very fast, and I don't have any special hobbies, you can make a good profit." ”

Feng Leng ignored Luo Yan's contempt, he moved quickly, a silver short scythe, the handle was close to his right arm, and the acceleration card [Wind] was activated, his figure pulled out several afterimages, just a flash, and a short body appeared on Luo Yan's side, and the short scythe slashed diagonally upwards along the arm force, and the blade was aimed at Luo Yan's big arm.

The cold light flickered, and the edge was revealed.

Luo Yan's arrogant look turned cold in an instant, playing a short scythe in front of him Luo Yan?

What is the difference between playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong!

He activated the [Bloody Double Scythe] a pair of blood-colored short scythes that were longer than his forearm, the blade part was composed of two lines, inside and outside, long and short, the outer red and the inner ochre, he sent the forearm of his right hand outward, resisted the air-cold attack, set up the air-cooled right arm, twisted his left wrist, and the red short scythe slashed down fiercely.

The knife fell, and the wind-cold right arm fell shoulder to shoulder.

Luo Yan slammed his knee against the wind-cold lower abdomen, as soon as his toes landed, the other foot was swift and incomparable, and a roundabout kick kicked in the same position, and the wind-cold body was like a rag sack, rolling and slipping, until he hit the guardrail on the edge of the battle platform, and he couldn't stop his body.

Motionless, as if it had lost its voice.

"Boss! This stinky fish is really useless, and with just one face, Luo Yan was kicked into a dead fish! ”

Kang Tan's face was greasy and covered with a layer of sweat, his mouth spat and starling, and his eyes were arrogant when he looked at Feng Li.

"Talking to my boss?" Kang Tan didn't dare to be presumptuous this time, but dared to slam the wine glass on the table, shaking the wine in it and splashing it indiscriminately.

"You deserve it too!?"

"Whew!"

Seeing how rampant Feng Li was, he flattered Hu Yueque and said, "Boss, the outcome of this battle is already about to be known, we-"

He secretly glanced at Feng Li, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Hu Yueque looked at Feng Li, he didn't urge, there were all his people around, and he was not afraid that Feng Li would turn over the sky.

"How?"

"The battle isn't over yet? Until the last minute, no one can say that they are winners. ”

Feng Carp leaned on the sofa, without panic, winning the battle and winning the talk, losing the fight and losing the talk.

Battles in the underground arena never require referees, to live is to win, and to lose is to die.

The audience was full of voices, the audience looked at the battle stage with red eyes, blood and sweat were the best sparks to ignite the crowd, and people shouted Luo Yan's name, expecting him to bring a more bloody performance to the audience.

"Luo Yan! Come on! Chop off the kid's limbs, cut his flesh into pieces, and watch him die slowly! ”

"Hurry! We can't wait to see fear and despair in that kid's eyes! ”

"Newcomers are used to torture and kill! That's all there is to be a newcomer! ”

Of course, there are also people who are looking forward to the wind-cold counterattack, after all, if the person is not dead, anything is possible.

They shouted, "Stand up! Newcomer! Give that old oilman some color! If you don't stand up again, the money that labor and management are pressing on you today will be wasted! ”

On the platform, Luo Yan took a long time and strode towards Feng Leng, he was not in a hurry, such a battle with a huge disparity in strength was just a piece of cake for him, as long as he wanted to, he could kill Feng Leng at any time.

It's just that, as an underground competitive card master, it's one thing to be able to win, and it's another thing to be able to play well.

If you win, you will get a high draw on the battle bet, and if you play well, the higher the ticket draw.

Playing underground competitions, no more than three years, precarious, if you lose, you will die, Luo Yan knows very well in his heart, grasp the few years that can still be earned, and then retire with a lot of assets.

When encountering a strong opponent, relying on the opponent's own gimmick, as long as you can trample the opponent under your feet, this battle will be ugly.

It is to meet an opponent with inferior strength, how to fight, the knowledge is great, to fight well, unless you have some special abusive skills, otherwise you have to rely on constantly insulting the opponent again and again, stimulate the opponent's fighting spirit, and destroy again and again.

Only in this way can the battle be good-looking.

He walked towards the wind cold without hurry, slowly raised his feet, stepped on the wind cold's head, and crushed back and forth.

As a rule of thumb, at this point, no matter how bad the opponent's form is, that person has to struggle with all his might.

He had controlled the strength of the kick just now, so it was impossible to fall to the ground directly.

He concluded that most of the wind and cold were pretending, and the strength of his feet was getting more and more ruthless, and he didn't believe that this person could endure it forever!

The audience around the battlefield was elated at first, after all, a strong crushing always makes people's blood boil, and gradually the audience is a little bored.

Unilateral crushing, without any twists and turns, this is not interesting at all.

The enthusiasm of the audience began to subside, and Luo Yan was also a little irritable, he grabbed his cold hair and dragged him up.

Feng Leng has a face that can no longer see the facial features, the skin of the face is ground up, revealing the red flesh and whitish fascia under the cortex, the nose bridge bone is broken, barely hanging on the face, and the position of the facial features can only be barely identified through the outline of the bones and common sense.

"This kid is really weak." Luo Yan also felt bored when he looked at it, he pretended to be vicious, carrying the wind and cold around the field, showing off his strength.

Finally, he returned to the center of the battle table, raised the short scythe he held in his left hand and swung it towards the wind cold, ready to end this boring battle.

Poof—

The scorching blood sprayed onto Luo Yan's cheeks, and the ferocity on his face solidified into a stunned.

Blood, it's his.

The image in front of him quickly blurred and fell into darkness, his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and the strength in his body became weaker and weaker.

He poked his eyes down with difficulty, and a sword flower composed of more than a dozen blades pierced through the wind-cold body, stabbed into Luo Yan's body, and stabbed Luo Yan in half.

After a brief silence, the spectator seats around the battle platform erupted into deafening cheers!

How can this battle still come like this?

This newcomer is really ruthless, endured from beginning to end, just for the last blow, and even this lore is a trick that hurts a thousand people and damages eight hundred!

In the booth, Kang Tan's legs were weak and he slammed on the sofa, his mind full of resentment towards Luo Yan.

"You deserve it!"

"It's obviously an opponent who can be tortured and killed, but he found an opportunity!"

Feng Li's voice was unhurried, as if he was just saying something innocuous and insignificant,

"I won."