"Both sides, please come to the stage"

As soon as Cheng Bo's words fell, Liang Chengwei took the lead in jumping onto the competition platform. Li Weitian nodded lightly to Ling Ruo, and also jumped on the competition platform.

"I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck."

"How did he get lucky? It's just unlucky! Obviously, he only has the cultivation of the body refining period, but in two consecutive games, he met a monk on the second layer of the foundation, and this luck is no one! ”

"It is said that he is lucky because he met a person with an eye above the top last time, and he picked up a victory in vain. This time, Liang Chengwei looks hard to mess with, and he looks more brainy, it seems that he wants to pick up another victory, it's impossible! ”

Someone couldn't help but retort: "Li Weitian's last game was also very hard, and it was not a victory for nothing at all." ”

"If Yu Xianxing had become serious at the beginning, would there be anything else to do with him? What is not picked up for nothing? ”

"Don't argue, anyway, Li Weitian is a mule or a horse, just look at how this fight goes."

……

Ling Ruo's red lips under the veil pursed lightly.

Liang Chengwei is half a head shorter than Li Weitian, but his stature is already tall compared to ordinary monks. And he was wearing a sleeveless short coat, his exposed arms, his muscles bulging like a small hill, a big shaved head, and his face was full of flesh, and he looked murderous.

It seems that Li Weitian is really going to be tough in this scene, and there is no possibility of tricks at all.

And Liang Chengwei's weapon is not one, but a set.

The belt around his waist was a palm's width and tied his sturdy waist tightly, and on both sides of the belt were two iron rings, and two iron chains as thick as his arms were attached, and at the ends of the chains were two short knives.

Moreover, he is not neat at all, and he will not give in or release water because his cultivation is so much higher than that of his opponent.

As soon as Li Weitian jumped on the competition platform, as soon as his feet landed and he didn't stand firmly, Liang Chengwei shook his hand, threw a short knife towards Li Weitian, and then held another short knife in his hand, and rushed towards the other party with a knife.

The iron chain with the knife and the belt, looking at the limited length, but this set of weapons is obviously not an ordinary weapon, but a treasure level, after the special tempering of the weapon master, the formation is engraved on it, the iron chain can be expanded and contracted as you like, and after the knife connected to it is thrown out, it will be like a dart straight to the door of Li Weitian.

Li Weitian did not take this move hard, but quickly fell back, and then propped his hand on the table of the competition platform, and rolled away with his strength.

"When-" There was a long loud bang on the ground, and the short knife struck heavily on the hard black iron stone, which was exactly where Li Weitian had just landed.

But he was not completely out of danger yet, because Liang Chengwei immediately raised his knife to attack.

Liang Chengwei jumped up and slashed hard at Li Weitian, who was lying on the ground.

Li Weitian's back was attached to the table, there was no way to hide, as soon as his hand was raised, a heavy knife appeared in his palm, and he raised the knife to block the file.

The sound of weapons intersecting came, and Li Weitian was so pressed that his elbow hit the countertop, and a muffled snort involuntarily overflowed from the depths of his throat.

Liang Chengwei used all his strength to press down, and he had the posture of cutting Li Weitian in half.

Under the arena, Ling Ruo was so anxious that he paused when he breathed.

It is the most unwise choice to fight hard with someone who is higher than himself, but now it is not up to Li Weitian to choose, Liang Chengwei is pressing step by step, and if he doesn't fight hard, there is only a dead end.

What to do?

On the spectator seat, Li Xian jumped up, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Li Feng and Elder He glanced at each other, and they both read the schadenfreude from each other's eyes.

"I thought that Li Weitian could carry it for a while, but I didn't expect it to end so soon." Some viewers shook their heads and sighed.

"Hurry up! There are still many people waiting to compete! Someone shouted.

On the competition platform, Li Weitian's knife was pressed lower and lower, and he was about to lose it, and his life hung by a thread.

And off the stage, Cheng Bo also tensed his nerves. Deathmatch is allowed on the tournament table, but you need to sign a life card in advance. If the opponent is beaten to death, he will be severely punished and directly disqualified from the competition.

If the circumstances are particularly heinous, such as deliberately abusing the opponent, the referee even has the right to kill him on the spot.

Therefore, generally speaking, the contestants on the martial arts platform will not get killed.

But the sword on the competition platform has no eyes, and accidents are difficult to prevent, with the relationship between the Wei family and the Guangyuan faction, Cheng Bo doesn't want the young master of the Wei family to have an accident under his nose.

Seeing that the short knife was about to press Li Weitian's heavy knife to his chest, Li Weitian suddenly flipped his wrist.

Originally, the two knives intersected with the blades, but as soon as Li Weitian turned it over, the heavy knife in his hand became the side of the knife upward, and there was a height difference between the blade and the side of the knife.

And Li Weitian then pushed the handle of the knife up, so that the heavy knife that was originally lifted flat became an inclined appearance with the handle on top and the tip of the knife on the ground.

When the short knife fell and the heavy knife was attached again, it was carried all the way to the countertop.

The pressure on Li Weitian's body suddenly lightened, and he quickly rolled to the side, temporarily out of the predicament.

Most of the people who were paying attention to this game let out a regretful "whew-" sound, but Ling Ruo was secretly relieved.

However, this is just the beginning.