"Congratulations on tonight's third match, Mr. Eyo vs Mr. Katsuaki Yoshino, congratulations to the winner, Mr. Eyo, everyone's cheers, where is the applause?" The voice of the host Xiao Sa shouting.

Rumble~~

Only then did everyone at the scene react, applause, and cheers erupted.

"Invincible! Invincibility! Invincible!" Chen Peng, Wang Yu's fan base shouted loudly.

Some shouted out the sound.

It's so exciting.

The boss is too bullish.

The shouts rose wave after wave, as if they were about to break the ring.

Who else is next?

Soon, the silence fell, and all eyes looked at the area of the ten braves, and the remaining seven braves.

Everyone is curious, who else dares to go up?

Who else has the courage?

Three brave men in a row were defeated, giants, and Roshan, the two most optimistic powerhouses, also failed one after another, and who dared to go up to the rest?

"Hehe, the boss is so strong, I don't think anyone would dare to go up and be beaten in a small day." One fan spoke out what many people were thinking.

Pay attention to the neon people on the scene, the high morale of the ten brave men when they first entered was completely gone.

He looked depressed.

The Great Demon King is too awesome, too terrifying.

Who is still the opponent of this.

The remaining seven brave men are enough to choke, and it is estimated that none of them are opponents.

At this moment, the neon people themselves think that they are going to fail, and the frustration in their hearts is indescribable.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a Buddha horn sounded, and among the remaining seven brave men, a monk stood up and walked into the ring without hurry.

When he arrived in the ring, he folded his hands in front of the audience and pronounced the Buddha horn again.

The monk's profile appeared on the screen:

Law name: Iwataka

Monk: Sensoji Warrior Monk

There is not much information, only the name of the monk is introduced, which comes from the East Whale Sensoji Temple.

"The little monk Yanlong taught the Lord of Jiangyang." The monk Yanlong is double ten and speaks fluent Chinese.

"The master can also speak Chinese?" Jiang Yang was curious.

"The little monk studied in the Shaolin Temple in your country for five years." Iwataka replied.

It is still related to the Shaolin Temple.

"Master, you are very courageous." Jiang Yang said with a slight smile.

The implication is that the first few brave people have failed, and they dare to come up, which requires courage.

"Amitabha." Yan Longkou proclaimed the Buddha's name, "The donor's martial arts are world-famous, and the little monk is naturally not an opponent."

"Oh, since you're not my match, you're still coming up and getting beaten?" Jiang Yang asked rhetorically.

"For the sake of the reputation of neon martial arts, even if the little monk is not the opponent of the donor, he can only ask the donor for advice."

After a pause, Yan Long continued, "I heard that the donor cultivated the golden bell jar of the Shaolin Temple, and when the little monk was in the Shaolin Temple, he knew that very few people could successfully cultivate this magic skill, and the donor could indeed cultivate this kung fu to an extremely high level, and he was a genius in martial arts."

Yan Long said that he cultivated the golden bell jar of Shaolin Temple, but Jiang Yang did not explain.

"The little monk has also cultivated the Shaolin Temple's Mighty Vajra Palm, and he has some experience in asking himself, and he wants to learn something."

This monk actually knows the strong Vajra palm of Shaolin Temple, which is a bit interesting.

Jiang Yang became interested, and he didn't say much, and directly picked up the golden bell jar, "I'll take the palm of your hand, master."

Iwataka is also crisp.

"Donor, be careful." The words fell, and Iwataka made a move.

A powerful King Kong palm slapped Jiang Yang's chest.

Jiang Yang does not dodge or dodge.

"Poof!"

King Kong slapped his palm on the chest, making a sound like a lap on a cowhide, not on a person.

Monk Iwataka showed a surprised expression.

Take a few steps back.

"Amitabha, the donor's golden bell jar has actually been cultivated to the point of gold

In the bad realm, I am afraid that he is already invincible in the world, and the little monk is definitely not an opponent." Monk Iwataka folded his hands, bowed slightly, and went straight down.

This goes down, do you throw in the towel?

The audience below is still curious.

"The master's mighty King Kong is really a bit hot." Jiang Yang liked.

As far as he knew, the monk's palm was extraordinary, and he couldn't see it through his clothes, and a light red handprint appeared on the palm of Jiang Yang's chest.

After a few seconds, the handprint disappears.

Even if it only lasted for a few seconds, it was already remarkable.

Jiang Yang's golden bell jar has been cultivated to perfection, and even the sword is difficult to leave a mark on his body, let alone a palm print.

Jiang Yang assessed in his heart that the Golden Bell Jar could only fight against the monk's strong vajra palm if he practiced above the seventh layer, and he had to be injured below the seventh layer.

It can be seen that the monk's strong vajra palm cultivation has reached an extremely high level.

Jiang Yang watched the monk leave, but he didn't expect that there were still masters in the neon martial arts world.

Of the top ten warriors, Monk Iwataka is the strongest.

It's a pity that none of the audience, including several guests, can see the mystery, and no one can see the power of this monk's palm.

It's far less exciting than the last two.

Jiang Yang stepped out of the ring, took a short rest, and drank saliva.

"Master, is the monk Vajra palm just now very powerful?" Bai Xiaoni handed the master a bottle of water and asked curiously.

She saw a little slenderness, not because she saw the monk's strong vajra palm, but judging from the master's expression.

"Well, it's a bit hot." Jiang Yang nodded.

"The Mighty King Kong Palm is not yet the martial art of our Tang Kingdom." Gao Meng interjected with disdain.

Also.

The monk also used the martial arts of the Tang Kingdom.

After drinking the water, Jiang Yang returned to the ring.

Glance around.

Half of the audience was neon people, with depressed and depressed expressions.

Four brave men were defeated in succession.

None of them were opponents, and they were beaten.

Eyes moved to the brave area, the atmosphere was dull and demoralized.

I'm scared of the little day.

Jiang Yang smiled, "Have you chosen yet, who will come up?"

No response.

No one said a word, and they responded.

I'm really scared of the little days.

"Haha!" Jiang Yang laughed, "I said the rest of you should go up together."

Do you want to go together?

Several brave eyes were communicating.

"I said at the beginning, you don't have a chance to fight alone, you guys go together, and there is still a little chance.

I'm giving you a second chance, who else is coming up? Or together?"

Jiang Yang smiled.

"Jiangyang thief, don't think that we are really afraid of you."

Oh, someone responded.

The mercenary of the Ten Brave men quickly stepped up and ran into the ring.

Ichiro Kimura.

Mercenary.

After taking the stage, Ichiro Kimura pulled out two weapons, one long and one short, tied to his thighs.

The long one is a three-edged military thorn, and the short one is a military dagger.

Weapons.

There is no rule in the ring that weapons cannot be used, and in addition to modern firearms, cold weapons, swords, and even hidden weapons can be used.

"Boss." A voice came from the audience, it was Gao Meng who took a sword and prepared to send it to the ring.

"No, I don't." Jiang Yang waved his hand.

He doesn't need to.

A mercenary, he doesn't need to use a sword, his bare hands are enough.

"Damn, the boss wants to be bare-handed?" Some fans were stunned.

The other party has weapons in his hands, a military dagger, and a Mitsubishi thorn.

There was a discussion from the audience.

"The boss is a master of art and bold."

"Don't forget, the Boss is invulnerable."

"Is it really invulnerable?"

Although many fans have seen the boss perform the Golden Bell Jar invulnerable.

But that's a show, this is a ring, it's a real sword and soldier, and the other party is still a mercenary who has been through a hundred battles.

Chen Peng carefully observed the flash of the military dagger in the mercenary's hand.

The military dagger was very sharp, and he felt furious when he looked at Chen Peng.

I couldn't help but get nervous.

Many fans are as nervous as he is.

This is a natural fear of weapons such as daggers.

Jiang Yang still smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand, and made a hook motion.

Meaning come!

Kimura Ichiro's eyes showed murderous aura.

"Look for death."

Kimura Ichiro moved, quickly rushed towards Jiang Yang, and the Mitsubishi thorn in his right hand slashed at Jiang Yang's throat.

Jiang Yang tilted his neck back.

A sharp Mitsubishi stab slashed across the neck.

Then he took a step back, just in time to dodge another stab to the stomach.

The tip of the dagger staggered against the clothes.

Danger after risk.

Kimura Ichiro is very fast with the knife.

The two daggers were the scythes of death in his hands.

He is a mercenary, born and dead, and his knife skills are also Zhao Zhao and deadly, without any superfluous fancy, fast and ruthless.

However, he is fast, and Jiang Yang's speed is even faster.

One by one, they dodged.

If you change someone else, you have already been stabbed.

Within a few seconds, Kimura Ichiro had already made several knives, and the knives did not leave the throat, heart and other vital parts.

It was very dangerous, and the slightest bit was blood splattered on the spot.

For the first time, the boss fell into danger, at least in the eyes of the fan group, the boss was at a disadvantage.

It seems that he has met an opponent.

The opponent's two daggers are fatal and dangerous.

Many fans are worried.

Some female fans covered their mouths and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the boss.

At this moment, fans were even more nervous than Jiang Yang himself.

Only a few members of the team are not worried, and they are not panicked at all.

Bai Xiaoni still looks like watching a play.

She knew that Master just didn't make a move.

With Master's ability, he couldn't catch a punch on this small day, and he fell down with one punch.

Jiang Yang didn't make a move, and it was the first time he encountered an opponent like a mercenary, so he was not allowed to play.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen rounds passed.

Ichiro Kimura pressed forward step by step.

Dagger, Mitsubishi bayonet knife beckoned to the vital point.

Jiang Yang kept retreating and dodging.

Kimura Ichiro is indeed a battle-hardened mercenary, and his sword skills have no routines, and they are all natural reactions formed in life-and-death struggles.

Rather than talking about knife skills, it is more appropriate to describe them with killing techniques.

Very terrifying killing technique.

Among the ten brave men, the strength of the rock dragon monk is the strongest, but when it comes to the degree of danger, Kimura Ichiro, a mercenary, is the most dangerous person.

"It's a mercenary who lives and dies, this is a real killing technique." Jiang Yang praised it in his heart.

"Come on, Kimura-kun!"

"Kill him! Kill the Jiang Yang thief and kill him!"

The neon people in the audience were excited, and some of them shouted and shouted.

How can they see anything?

In their eyes, Kimura Ichiro had the upper hand, and the Jiangyang thieves who forced him could only dodge, as if they had no power to fight back, so they saw the hope of victory.

Finally, the great demon king of Jiangyang Thief has met an opponent, and finally someone can defeat him.

Although the Jiangyang thief is bare-handed, Kimura Ichiro is not martial, but as long as he can

It's enough to win, as long as you can defeat the Jiangyang thief.

Having failed too many times, the neon people desperately want to win once.

I don't care if it's fair or not.

"Hehe, you're still doing it, aren't you?"

Jiang Yang smiled secretly.

It's just for your brave ones to perform first.

You really think it's okay, right?

Call it a day.

The dagger flashed cold, and slashed at his throat again.

Jiang Yang reached out and grabbed Kimura Ichiro's wrist.

"Click!" Suddenly, Kimura Ichiro's arm was broken, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Kimura Ichiro is also fierce, enduring the severe pain in his arm, and stabbing the other party in the stomach with his other hand, Mitsubishi stab.

There is also a touch of fierceness in his eyes.

It's just a useless struggle.

Jiang Yang stretched out two fingers and grabbed the Mitsubishi thorn.

How can it be?

Ichiro Kimura had a shocked expression.

The other party caught the Mitsubishi thorn with only two fingers.

There is even more amazing, with a finger clip, Mitsubishi punctures broken into two sections.

In astonishment, the pupils of Kimura Ichiro's eyes dilated, and a fist was reflected, and the fist was enlarged-

"Smack!"

The mouth blooms.

Several teeth jumped.

Then, Ichiro Kimura fell straight to the ground on his back.

Motionless, no movement.

Look closely, a punch is dizzy.

There was a stunned look around.

The neon people who were still yelling just now were like a flock of ducks that were "quacking" and screaming, and their voices were choked by the neck.

A neon young man with dyed hair gasped, his position was relatively close to the ring, and his line of sight just happened to see that the Mitsubishi thorn was pinched off by the two fingers of the Great Demon King.

Asumasu, the Great Demon King is terrifying!

Mitsubishi stabbed and said that it was clamped off.

Or two fingers.

There were also a few neon men whose eyes fell on the ring, daggers that fell to the ground, and Mitsubishi thorns that were broken in two.

It's horrible.

The Great Demon King is terrifying.

Countless neon netizens witnessed that the Jiangyang thief defeated the armed mercenary with his bare hands.

The combat power is terrible.

For a moment, the neon man thought he was going to win, but he still lost.

The Great Demon King is really terrifying.

Invincible.

In the audience, Chen Peng was still clenching his fists with both hands, and he was still nervous in the last second.

Worry about the boss.

The moment Kimura Ichiro fell to the ground, Chen Peng's eyes widened.

Did the boss win?

It's a win!

In the next second, Chen Peng stood up excitedly and shouted loudly: "Yay, the boss has won!" Long live the boss! Invincible!"

Rumble~~

The whole fan group was excited, like a fryer, some roared loudly, some clapped hard, and some punched into the air.

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

A few seconds later, the entire fan group shouted in unison.

The sound is uniform.

"Master, invincible! Invincible!" Bai Xiaoni shouted.

"Invincible! Invincible," Zhen Bullet shouted.

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

On several large screens, netizens are brushing the barrage.

Neon guest Ayumi Himasaki was amazed and exhaled slowly, "It's amazing!"

Really invincible.

The staff carried Ichiro Kimura away.

There are only five brave men left.

Their expressions were shocked, frustrated, lamenting.

How could the Jiangyang thief be so terrifying.

The combat power is too strong.

Who can overcome.

The remaining few people knew that they were no longer opponents, far from opponents.