Die!" Before the little wolf cub came to power, Yuan Ji had confessed to the death hand, and at the same time took revenge to save some face for Nancheng, and it was best to kill it with one blow, so he didn't leave his hand at all, and the terrifying ninefold cultivation broke out in an instant, and the short knife in his hand burst out with a bang, and a cross knife light was drawn out with two brushes.

The suppression of the realm made Gao Shun's aura run slightly sluggish, and it was difficult not to move with his heart, and the blade did not stab the finger of the little wolf cub as expected, but pointed on the blade, and the sword touched and fell instantly, and even the person with the sword was forced back quickly, and he came to the edge of the ring in an instant.

"It's not that easy!" The little wolf cub didn't want Gao Shun to step down, so he would lose the opportunity to kill openly, so he turned his knife horizontally and stabbed Gao Shun in the chest with lightning speed.

"The gap is too big!"

"No chance of winning!"

"Looks like another one is going to die!"

In the ring, the little wolf cub had already shown a triumphant smile, because his dagger had reached less than half an inch in front of Gao Shun, and the other party couldn't dodge it at all!

Gao Shun really couldn't dodge, but he didn't think about dodging!

Just when the dagger had already torn through his clothes and pierced his skin, Gao Shun suddenly rushed forward and turned his body sideways at the same time, and the knife edge was obliquely inserted from his squeaky socket, tearing a layer of flesh and skin!

"What!" The little wolf cub realized that it was too late to realize that something was wrong, and Gao Shun's sword was inserted into his heart without the slightest deviation!

"What's going on!"

"What kind of play is this?"

"Did you learn from that kid from the Meng family?"

……

Laymen only thought that Gao Shun was the same as Meng Qi, who had lost 800 and injured 10,000 enemies, but he didn't know that the two were completely different. Meng Qi's self-injury is at the cost of serious injuries, and Gao Shun is completely fighting for his life!

Even if the grasp of the timing is half a point short, it is Gao Shun who fell just now!

"Chang Shan ......" Chun Qiao kneaded a grape between his fingers, but he didn't have the heart to eat it again, and said secretly: "A natural killer, a natural piano player, can make the little girl who is dark ...... And the natural cheekiness, and the unpredictable county guard, it seems that this trip is the right one, and the layout is not just us!"

"Junko!" Zhao Yun didn't care about anything, and hurriedly took Gao Shun out of the ring, bandaging the wound while quietly feeding some elixir into his mouth.

"Brother, I'm fine."

"Do you know that just now, even if it was a ten-thousandth of a second, you died?"

"I'm sure."

Gao Shun was always calm, Zhao Yun shook his head and didn't say anything more, the path of cultivation has its own way, or this is Gao Shun's way.

On the other side of Nancheng, Yuan Ji slammed the table to pieces, his angry body trembled, he blew his beard and stared, without the demeanor of a martial arts powerhouse. A few died on the last few days, what kind of mold did Nancheng touch!

But this time he didn't say anything, today's atmosphere always feels a little strange, and Yuanji is ready to slip away.

It is worth mentioning that Xiao Bucai, the Xiao family, met Liu Hao, the rising star of the Liu family, in the first round, and met Cheng Kun, another veteran of the City Guards, in the second round.

Entering the third round, the remaining ones are Gao Jin, Gao Shun, Zhao Mad, Liang Xing, Xian Break, Xiao Bucai, Meng Qi, and Xiao Ling, another back of the Xiao family. There is another person who is more special, I don't know if it is too low-key or other reasons, so that no one has heard of him.

This person's name is Huang Long, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, physically and mentally emaciated, likes to shrink the corners of his eyes, and gives people a very gloomy feeling.

Huang Long carried a scythe on his back, perhaps because the opponents he encountered were too weak, and he didn't use it in the first two rounds.

Meng Qi was injured, Meng Yuanwai did not allow him to play again, and directly gave up the competition, and there were only eight people left in the third round, which also saved the trouble of byes.

Draw results: Gao Jin vs. Zhao Mad vs. Liang Xing vs. Broken Strings, Xiao Ling vs. Huang Long, Gao Shun vs. Xiao Bucai.

When Gao Jin stepped into the ring again, the audience burst into cheers, and the others showed that even if they looked at each other, they couldn't cover the aura of the son of the county guard, and most people believed that he would be able to go to the end!

Because he has that strength!

"Young Master." Zhao is crazy and still respectful in front of Gao Jin, not all because the other party is the son of the county guard, but more importantly, he can't beat it, he has been a sparring partner for Gao Jin many times before, and he lost miserably every time.

"There is no young master in the ring, even if you make a move."

"Haha, okay, then offend, I'll do it!" Although he knew that he couldn't beat him, Zhao Mad didn't want to admit defeat directly, but held the hammer in both hands, jumped and the hammer fell from the sky, the air was crowded, the wind and waves followed, and the hammer did his best, without leaving any hands.

Gao Jin's face remained unchanged when he held the scabbard in his hand, and he struck out suddenly the moment the hammer fell, and the handle of the knife hit the hammer with a loud bang.

The ground exploded, a countershock force came, Zhao Mad Hammer almost got out of his hand, his face changed abruptly, he flipped to the ground in the air, and took a few steps back to stabilize.

"Young master, good kung fu, come again!" Zhao frantically swung the hammer and struck, Gao Jin still did not come out of the sheath, only used the knife handle to oppose, and firmly gained the upper hand.

Compared to Luo City, Gao Jin is obviously a lot more comfortable, after all, Zhao Mad has already figured out his tricks, so he can play with ease, which also exposes his biggest shortcoming, especially in actual combat, but not enough to fight, and lack of adaptability.

"That's it!" After five or six moves, Gao Jin hit Zhao Mad in the chest with one move, forcing him back dozens of meters and falling into the ring.

"Young Master Jin is really powerful!"

"Zhao can't go crazy!"

"It's better to directly announce that the young master has won the championship!"

"That's a mistake, the procedure that should be followed still has to be followed!"

In the second game of the third round, Liang Xing broke the strings, and Liang Xing, the son of Liang Wen, the second commander, was not as flamboyant as Zhao Mad, dressed in a white robe and polite, holding a spear, and looking quite personable.

"Sure enough, like his father, a pig with garlic in his nose, a martial artist, he likes to pretend to be a literati."

"What's wrong with Takefu, can't Takefu be elegant?"

"Urbane? Hehe, while cutting people, recite 'Mencius Chapter 3,'?"

Seeing Liang Xing and then looking at the broken strings, Zhao Yun couldn't help but laugh.

The strings are broken and now he is playing the piano, and he can be regarded as a literati, and the literati are light, so who is more romantic has to be seen under his hands.

Liang Xing used guns, and there were few strange weapons in small places, and knives, guns, and sticks were the most common.

The two of them have nothing to do with each other, they don't talk anything and start directly, Liang Xing's spear shows the riot of the literati, and the dance is called elegant, the posture is handsome, the moves are fast, and it has its own characteristics. Looking at the broken string again, it is a little bit meaningless, a big knife brush has no beauty, but it is a fatal move, how can there be any literary atmosphere at all.

"Your gun is far worse than his!"

After five or six moves, the string broke and said such a sentence for no reason, and the corners of Liang Xing's mouth showed disdain and asked, "Who?"

"You don't have the right to know!" The string broke suddenly changed his move, holding the knife flower in his hand, the long knife was as smart as a dagger in his hand, and the stabbing sound slashed through Liang Xing's gun body and slashed at his five fingers, the latter reacted quickly, his wrist shook violently to block the blade, and at the same time shook the head of the gun and smashed it into the back of the string's head.

It was a smooth move, and it was extremely smooth, but the string break was as if it had been expected, and he lowered his head and turned around to make a knife in one go, and cut Liang Xing's abdomen with a knife, but fortunately, the knife edge was not very deep.

Although Liang Xing was surprised, he did not panic, and quickly retreated and flipped the gun to block the defense in front of him, but in this half an instant, the knife in the hand of the string broke flew out in a circle in his hand, and spun for a week and a half before the spear returned to defense, cutting Liang Xing's thigh!

"Ahh Liang Xing groaned in pain and fell to the ground on one knee, if this shot hadn't broken the string and finally regained his strength, his leg would have been broken into two.

"How could it be ......" Liang Xing didn't understand why, the string break was like predicting his movements, and he responded in advance!

Suddenly, Liang Xing remembered something, looked up and said, "Is it the one you said he taught you?"

The string was broken, and he said lightly, "Are you still fighting?"

Liang Xing closed his eyes and shook his head, "I admit defeat, can you tell me who he is?"

"You'll know when he wants you to know."

After saying that, the string broke and went straight out of the ring, and everyone was still stunned and didn't react.

"It's a child born in a dream, it's so fierce!"

"All these years, I only knew that he was an orphan, but I didn't expect to cut people!"

……

When his son was injured, Liang Wen didn't have much expression, just patted him on the shoulder. In the ring, life and death depended on fate, even if Liang Xing's life was really in danger just now, he would not make a move.

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