As Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to admit defeat, there was a burst of cheers from the He camp.

Hong Tu's tense nerves couldn't help but loosen and his face was happy, and then he began to be solemn again.

Now that the three sticks have one win and one loss, this third stick is undoubtedly the game between the He family and the Wei family, which is destined to be full of tragedy, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life and death situation.

At this time, Jin Yinduo, the little Baylor, also opened his mouth to cheer, completely ignoring Wei Wuxian on the side, and then turned his head to Dou Qipin behind him with some curiosity, and asked in a low voice.

"What will happen to you?"

Dou Qipin's face twitched slightly, and he replied.

"It will be abused into scum, there is no comparison!"

And then it was added.

"The young generation, this Wang Fengxian is not the first, and there is not much difference."

"Then what about Shang Xu Chengxin and Wu Dingbai?"

Jin Yinduo continued to ask curiously, and then said again.

"You also learned Bajiquan, right?"

"Hmm..."

Dou Qipin thought for a moment and replied.

"My strength is on par with Wu Dingbai, but I am afraid that my fist will be less strong, and I will lose if I drag it on."

"Are you so poor?"

Jin Yinduo was stunned and said.

“……”

Dou Qipin suddenly didn't want to speak.

Are you weak? Obviously not, it's just that now the Wei He and He clans are all the top masters of the young generation of the two forces.

There are no threes, twos, threes, how dare you come over and pout sticks?

"Uncle He, congratulations!"

At this time, Jin Yinduo turned his head to the north of He Dao and said hello.

"I'll save that for the last stick."

He Daobei had a smile on his face and replied modestly.

"Uncle He, who is this third stick sticker?"

Jin Yinduo asked curiously and in a low voice.

"Wang Zaiwu!"

He Daobei no longer concealed it until now, and said it in a low voice.

"It's really him!"

……

The other side!

Soon, Wei Tianyang's arms were simply bandaged by the medical staff in the arena, and then refused to go to the medical room for treatment, and returned to his seat and sat down.

He didn't want to miss this last battle!

As for Wang Zaiwu and Wang Fengxian, they did not return to the audience and sat down, but sat outside the cage, and Wang Zaiwu wiped the bruising potion for Wang Fengxian.

After all, Wang Fengxian had been raised by Wei Tian a lot, and although it was not a big problem, he still had some skin injuries.

And in this third stick battle, Wang Zaiwu had to play, so he simply didn't go back, which was a lot of trouble back and forth.

In this regard, Hong Tu was quite helpless, and he wanted to tell Wang Zaiwu a few words, but then after thinking about it, he still felt that it was okay, and it was better not to let him have too much pressure.

"The second stick He Shi wins, and now I have to ask the Wei family to erect the third stick and kill the Wei stick."

At this time, Ananda Fang opened his mouth and announced.

"Huh!"

In the Wei camp, Zong Wenyao stood up in response, and the battle intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

That's right!

He was the one who killed the sticks of the third stick. Zong Wenyao, the son of Emperor Zong of the Emperor Elephant of the Green Forest Road.

Originally, the second stick Zhenwei was erected by him, but Wei Tianyang wanted to become famous in a battle and cut off his beard.

So he can only retreat to the next best thing and be the last stick to kill the stick. Originally, he thought that he would not have a chance to play, but who knew that a tiger man Wang Fengxian had emerged in the He camp.

defeated Brother Tianyang like a devastating devastation, shocking the audience.

In this battle, he not only had to stand up for the stick, but also had to be ashamed of Brother Tianyang and get the field back.

"Wen Yao, whether the He family goes or stays depends on your stick, fight hard."

At this time, Song Zhilian said quite seriously.

"Don't think too much, just relax and give it your all."

Lu Wuyu said with relief.

"Why don't you have any energy at all? Lost mouth! Wen Yao is going up, don't you say something? ”

Song Zhilian stretched out his hand and poked it, sitting there wilting, his eyes were blank, and Wei Tianyang, who obviously hadn't come out of the defeat yet.

"Wen Yao, don't be pressured, just like Lao Lu said, just go all out."

Wei Tianyang stood up and bumped Zong Wenyao with his shoulder to show encouragement.

"Well, I'm not going to let you down."

Zong Wenyao nodded and said a word, then he was majestic and walked towards the octagonal cage.

At this time, Wang Zaiwu took the opportunity to look at Zong Wenyao's opponent.

"Cao, how can this Wei family clean up some princes to erect sticks? The Son of Heaven guards the country? This is not the Ming Dynasty either. ”

Wang Zaiwu muttered with resistance.

Regarding Zong Wenyao's identity, when he was drinking standing stick tea, Mu Menglong had already told him.

So he knew that this was the son of the big boss of the Green Forest Road, the Ghost King Sect Emperor Xiang.

Not for a while!

Zong Wenyao walked into the octagonal cage and said a word.

"Kill the stick, Zong Wenyao!"

At this time, Ananda Fang set his eyes on the He camp and spoke.

"There is a person who pouts the sticks of the He family."

"Huh!"

Just when everyone was looking at the He camp, Wang Zaiwu quietly came to Cai Xie to sign a waiver and began to accept his body search.

After all, for the sake of fairness and justice, Wei He and the two sides are not allowed to bring weapons and armor to the game.

At this time, everyone turned their eyes to the octagonal cage, and landed on Wang Zaiwu, and then whispered.

"I'll just say that He's pouting stick definitely has him, look!"

"In the end, he really pouted this stick."

"The first protégé Wang Zaiwu, I expected it!"

“……”

With Wang Zaiwu's sudden rise with a stick, everyone was not too surprised that he came to be a stick man this time.

However, Wei Tianyang saw that the stick man was Wang Zaiwu, and he was slightly stunned, and his dull, muddy eyes flashed fiercely when he scratched it.

Then Wei Tianyang glanced at Su Rouge's slender back, narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, stood up and shouted three times.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Then he screamed.

"Wang Zaiwu!"

Wang Zaiwu heard the sound and turned his head!

Wei Tianyang suddenly made a gesture to wipe his neck, which can be described as full of provocation.

And behind this provocation, he is actually conveying the message of taking the opportunity to kill Zong Wenyao.

Zong Wenyao instantly comprehended this, and then glanced at Wang Zaiwu.

Knowing that his son is not as good as his father, Wei Wuxian naturally understood the deep meaning, and then frowned, he was very dissatisfied with Wei Tianyang's move.

Go to the army to plan, then cut the hand, then cut the army!

Wei Tianyang's current performance is really a loss of reason.

Su Rouge also frowned slightly, looked at Wang Zaiwu on the stage, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Wang Zaiwu ignored this, and walked into the cage to stand opposite Zong Wenyao.

"Crunch!"

As soon as the door of the cage closed, Ananda Fang suddenly announced.

"The victory or defeat is in the people, life and death are in the sky, and the third stick battle begins!"

Inside the cage!

Wang Zaiwu and Zong Wenyao did not move at all, looking at each other.

It was not like the last two battles, as soon as Fang Ananda's words fell, he started in order to rush up.

In the audience, seeing that the two of them were slow to move, some people began to mumble impatiently.

"What do you mean, the idea of fighting, making trouble?"

"Look at each other affectionately!"

"It's a fight!"

“……”

Gradually, the voice of dissatisfaction began to grow louder.

Just at this time!

Wang Zaiwu moved, picked up his legs to sweep the wind, and swept towards Zong Wenyao with a whip leg.

"Bang!"

Zong Wenyao also raised his legs and whipped his legs to meet him.

Two feet touch, one touch and you can part!

After the whip leg, Wang Zaiwu is kicking, kicking...

Zong Wenyao also used his legs to pick up the tricks and stopped them one by one.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The two kicked each other several times.

Wang Zaiwu took a step back with his left foot, his shoulders shrugged slightly, his elbows raised, and he instantly swung into a Muay Thai starting pose.

Zong Wenyao put up a Wing Chun wayrunner.

As soon as Wang Zaiwu arrived, he began to launch a formal attack.

With a kick of his feet, the whole person was like a predatory cheetah, and a leaping straight fist slammed into Zong Wenyao's throat.

Killer moves!

Zong Wenyao snorted coldly, and swung his fist to meet it.

"Bang!"

Two fists collide!

Zong Wenyao took advantage of the momentum to dodge, and at the same time punched Wang Zaiwu on the cheek with his other hand.

To this!

Wang Zaiwu turned a blind eye, turned his fist into an elbow, and struck a sideways elbow, heading straight for Zong Wenyao's temple.

Swap injuries for injuries, and play ruthlessly!

How could Zong Wenyao let Wang Zaiwu get his wish.

"Smack!"

The other hand reached out and took Wang Zaiwu's elbow blow with his palm, and at the same time, the straight fist hit Wang Zaiwu's cheek like a broken bamboo.

Wang Zaiwu ducked with his head back, then swung his arm and struck his jaw.

Zong Wenyao took the move with a butterfly hand.

"Bang, pop......"

The two are extremely fast, and after fighting dozens of moves!

"Bang!"

Fist collision!

Wang Zaiwu took a few steps back, and Zong Wenyao also took a few steps back.

Look at each other!

Both of them solemnized.

This time, the two of them found out to each other.

Evenly matched!

This is the conclusion that the two have come to each other.

At the same time, the two also know that if they want to win each other, the only way is to fight hard and fight bloodily.

In the audience!

"Muay Thai, Wang Zaiwu really hides his strength, and his strength is not low."

Lu Wuyu's face became slightly solemn.

"Well, we all underestimated him before, and he was hidden deep enough!"

Wei Tianyang's face was also solemn and said.

"It's evenly matched, it's really hard to say which battle will be stronger or weaker."

Song Zhilian's face was the same.

And a touch of worry flashed in Xu Chengxin's eyes. He knows the strength of Wang Zaiwu, so he knows better than anyone that this battle is destined to be difficult.

Inside the cage!

"Kill!"

Zong Wenyao shouted violently, Wing Chun three board axe, stall, shoulder, and volt.

Step up, close to the short attack, the punch is like a spiral, and suddenly the short punch, collapse, showing the strength of the force.

Fast as lightning to attack the king in the future.

In the face of Zong Wenyao's swift three-plate axe, Wang Zaiwu is mainly based on Muay Thai, supplemented by grappling, elbow, fist, grappling, locking, buckle...

The two are attacking in defense, and they are fighting against each other in attack.

After the two exchanged more than a dozen moves!

Zong Wenyao suddenly struck Wang Zaiwu's heart with a flash.

"Smack!"

Wang Zaiwu's hands rushed out like snakes, and in an instant, he wrapped his hand around Zong Wenyao's attack, and then used his strength to firmly grasp Zong Wenyao's attacking arm.

Kick your leg and knees, and slam Zong Wenyao in the abdomen with a knee blow.

Zong Wenyao was startled, he couldn't break free and defend, and quickly attacked with his other hand.

"Huh!"

A Wing Chun neck killer slashed at Wang Zaiwu's neck.

Wounds for wounds!

Who is Wang Zaiwu?

In prison, that's what people call mad dogs.

Its fighting style has always advocated the exchange of injuries for injuries and the exchange of lives for lives.

Therefore, in the face of Zong Wenyao's killer, he directly ignored it, and the knee blow was like a broken bamboo, like a thousand pounds hitting his abdomen.

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

Zong Wenyao's killer also smashed on Wang Zaiwu's neck.