It was night, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the breeze was blowing. The bright moonlight poured down, swallowed by the greedy meadow, not reflecting a single light. The earth is swarthy. Only the burning fire reflected the sky red, and the faces of the roasted people turned red. The atmosphere that should have been lively was filled with slaughter due to a fight. Everyone craned their necks to look through the flames, and they all stood up, sweating in their hands, secretly shouting for the people they supported.

Finally, some people couldn't hold it back and took the lead in shouting "Saber will win". Immediately after, the group of people shouted "Saber will win" and "Heroes are invincible".

The cry shook the sky, and the camp boiled at this moment.

Three people stood in the ring of fire, two side by side, one standing opposite them.

The saber's eyes were like lightning, and the two opposite sides did not show weakness, and the momentum of the two sides was equal, just waiting for the referee to order it to start.

A gust of wind blew and tilted the flames in one direction, and the sparks it brought up swept up into the sky.

Suddenly, a piano sound floated leisurely. I don't know who played the horse-head fiddle on this night, as if to cheer up this battle.

When Saber heard the sound of the harp, his spirit was lifted.

The sound of the piano lingers, as if the whole grassland is reverberating. The whispers are full, and there seems to be a fairy composing music in the night sky.

A meteor streaked across the sky, and the melodious voice seemed to be drunk, and everyone was drunk. The shouts grew softer, as if they were muffled by the sound of the harp. It is also like the shouting person who has been washed by the sound of the piano, and does not want to be contaminated with the hustle and bustle anymore.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed sonorously, from melodious to agitated. Everyone rejoiced, and their blood boiled when they heard it. The crowd just now came again, and the cheers were even louder.

As if hearing the order to attack, the three of them rushed towards their opponents in unison.

In a two-on-one situation, the rules of wrestling no longer matter, and evolved into kickboxing. If you still follow the rules, you only need one person to attack head-on, and one person to sneak attack, and the saber will definitely be defeated.

Sukh attacked fiercely, gritting his teeth, his eyes wide with rage, and his hammer-like fist smashed into the saber head.

The big head, on the other hand, went around the side of the saber and jumped up and struck the saber in the temple with his elbow.

The saber shouted loudly, one hand became a claw, and the palm of the palm was aimed at Su He's fist and slammed into it, and the two hands slammed together with a "snap". Saber grabbed Sukh's other arm with his other hand, and he jumped to his feet, and flew to kick his head. The big head and his arms were against his chest, and he was kicked by his saber and feet, and he fell to the ground.

At the same time, the saber was dragged around by Sukh, but failed to bring the saber down. The saber's feet landed steadily, and with a swing of his arms, he shook Sukh away.

Sukh took a few steps back, stepping on the edge of the ring of fire before steady. The flames burned the legs of his trousers, and he simply took them off and wore only a pair of underwear to fight with the saber.

The saber ignored Sukh and instead jumped in the direction of the big head. Curled up on his knees in mid-air, then bounced off and stepped on his head.

The head rolled to the side, and with a muffled thud, a large pit was stepped out of the previous place by the saber. If this is stepped on, I am afraid that the big head will also be broken.

The sound of the piano seemed to echo this battle, and the previous slaughter became more and more intense, and the tempo suddenly accelerated, like a war horse galloping forward. This was followed by the galloping of thousands of horses, which was exciting.

Sukh rushed at the saber again, and he drew a fire stick in his hand, and he was ordered to kill the saber, so the means were not very glorious.

The saber flashed two sticks, his shoulders sank, and he slammed into his chest against Sukh, knocking him out a few steps. Just as Sukh was unstable and the saber was about to pursue, a fire stick flew from the side of the saber, interrupting his pursuit.

The saber raised his hand and slapped it away, took another step forward, and hammered his fist at Sukh with the sound of the wind. After Su He fought with the saber just now, he found that his strength was far inferior to him, and the palm of the saber slapped on his fist, and a piercing pain spread from the fist to the entire arm, so he released his strength first, and then the back hand was not used, but was led by the saber by the nose. Until now, my arm is still aching, and I can't use all my strength.

Su He thought to himself: To deal with this kid, you should also use the method just now, and it will be beneficial to me to fight quickly, if you slowly consume him, I'm afraid I won't be able to take a few punches from him. But this kid is extremely difficult to deal with, and I'm afraid I'll have to pay a price.

When Su He saw the saber punching, he did not dodge, but suddenly picked up the fire stick with both hands and smashed it at the head of the saber.

Saber was shocked: didn't he want to die!

But at this point, the saber was impossible to dodge, and his punch had to fall on Sukh, and it would be heavier. If he insisted on dodging, although Suhe's stick would not hit his head, he would not be able to hurt Suhe.

Saber thought to himself: If you hurt me, I will make you hurt even more!

Therefore, he suddenly exerted force in his waist and arms, and with all his strength, he punched Suhe in the face.

This punch knocked out half of Su He's teeth, half of his face was dripping with blood, and one eye, seeing that it was swollen, fell to the side with a miserable snort. He was holding a half-cut stick in one hand and covering his face with the other, gasping for breath.

At the same time, blood was also flowing from the head of the saber, flowing down the forehead to the chin, dripping on the ground, and a wound on the head rolled outward. Before he could catch his breath, he received another blow on his back, which was no lighter than Suhe's, and it also made his skin open and burn even worse. This stick was given to him by the big head.

If an ordinary person is beaten by the stick on the back, he will inevitably fall forward. But the saber didn't, and he told himself that if he lay down, it would be difficult to get up again. He endured the pain, stabilized the lower plate, and slapped his hand back. It's a pity that although this palm is fast, it is still empty.

The big head was cunning and tight, and when he hit it with a stick, he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but jumped backwards and took it when he saw it. Seeing that the saber was empty, the big head stood in place and grinned and laughed at him.

The saber clawed at the wound on his head, as if to stop the bleeding, and he didn't seem to know the pain. After the injury, his face became more calm. At this time, he showed his demeanor as a strong man, and he was not in a hurry or angry in his heart, as if this was a matter of course.

The sound of the piano quietly ceased after the galloping of thousands of horses, and the aftermath did not stop, as if the eagle in the sky was swooping down on the ground. When he was about to land, he turned to the sky, and the sonorous sound was like the sound of thousands of horses, swords and guns. A murderous aura echoed in the sky.

China looked at it from the top of the felt, shook his head again and again, and thought: The strength of the saber is not very good!

How does it know that the strength of the saber lies in the knife, and empty-handed combat is not his strong point, and without the sword, it is equivalent to a tiger pulling out its teeth. Although he is also very good at wrestling, this kind of one-on-two situation makes it impossible to use his wrestling skills at all. If the saber also had a fire stick in his hand, he would not suffer a loss, but the other two were eyeing each other, and he had no chance to pick up a fire stick. So, so far, he has suffered a big loss. But China saw that the saber was very calm, and praised him in his heart for having the style of a strong man.

Because the flames were burning so brightly, no one knew what was going on inside except for China, who could see clearly above the felt roof, and therefore no one knew about Such's foul. They were all shouting the name of the saber and cheering him on, and their voices were rising wave after wave, as if they were fighting with themselves, as if it was not the saber that was fighting in the circle of fire, but them.

And the bald Qu Dun is hiding in the crowd with a sad smile. When he saw that Mingyueyi was also in the crowd, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was about to step forward to talk. Suddenly, a cold light shot in, and he looked up to see China's eyes looking at him with murderous intent.

Qu Dun shivered, didn't dare to step forward, 'bah', and said in a low voice, "Wait for me." He turned and squeezed out of the crowd.

When he saw that the wind was fading, he borrowed a gust of wind and made the fire burn more vigorously, and the flames burned higher and more violently. The area where the three people in the fire ring can settle is much smaller. The big head was closest to the fire ring, and I felt that the fire was burning to the buttocks, so I quickly jumped forward. And in front of him was a saber, and his movements were like throwing into his arms, full of flaws.

When the saber saw that the opportunity was coming, his eyes lit up, and he seized this opportunity to attack.

It's not that China intends to help him, he just thinks that the wind is small and the fire is not lively enough. Borrow a strong wind to blow the fire and cheer them on, adding a bit of a solemn atmosphere. Instead, he inadvertently helped with the saber.

With one enemy and two enemies, the saber is not afraid, but both of them are difficult to entangle, and they still have weapons in their hands, so the saber is very disadvantaged. Seeing that the opportunity had come, he endured the scorching heat of the flames, grabbed the fire stick in the hand of the big head, pulled it into his arms, and clasped the veins of the big head with the other hand. The strange thing is that the big head did not panic, but hugged the waist of the saber, and let the fist of the saber hit his head and back, he did not let go, and received seven or eight punches in a row. Every punch of the saber could break his muscles and bones, and his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't let go, and his thin arm clamped the saber tightly.

Previously, these three men fought, and the pressure on them from the saber was basically put down by Sukh. Although Su He was hit hard by a saber and almost killed half of his life, the fighting spirit of the warrior was still there. Seeing that his companion was being beaten, he felt that the opportunity had come, and seeing that the great achievement was in front of him, he flew down to the saber and hugged him from behind, trying to twist the saber down with all his might.

The saber stumbled under his feet, barely standing firmly. Because his arm was pulled by Suhe, he had to change the fist that smashed into the head to an elbow strike, but the force was not as strong as just now.

Sukh didn't know what to use and stabbed the shoulder of the saber. The saber was in pain, so he had to stretch back with both hands, grab Suhe's head, and pull him forward hard, pulling him to the front, but the saber was left with a big wound on his shoulder. The painful saber gasped, his heart was ruthless, he raised Su He high, head to head, and smashed it down on the big head.

With a 'bang', the big head and Suhe were lying on the ground, and a pit was smashed out of the ground, and the two of them cried out in the pit, obviously not lightly injured.