Yue Qinghua's mind became more and more sober the more he fought.

His fighting spirit is also getting more and more high-spirited.

Raised to the point of awe.

He couldn't imagine that a soldier could have such terrifying martial arts strength.

Moreover, he is still so young.

Yue Qinghua was even very sure that at Zhang Xiangbei's age, it was impossible for him to be so terrifying.

And this, you also need to devote all your time and energy to martial arts.

And Zhang Xiangbei, he was only incidental.

The field he is really good at is military operations, commanding the three armed forces, and is... Famous all over the world.

How could he have so much time to indulge in martial arts?

How could he have the time to pound sandbags there every day, meditating cross-legged on martial arts philosophy?

He's busy.

Just taking a photo with Beimang's fans and sisters will consume a lot of his time and energy.

But he actually has such a terrifying martial arts background?

How did he do it?

After Yue Qinghua meditated hard and got the answer, he suddenly became shocked!

The streets are cold, and the birds are silent.

Everyone watched in silence at the scene in front of them.

One is the peerless powerhouse of the famous knife sect who has been famous for a long time, and the elder brother of this gang of heroes.

One is the legendary god of war who commands the army of 300,000 tigers and wolves.

In this battle, people were both shocked and bloody.

How much they hope to watch this battle with enthusiasm and not be held responsible.

The best answer without taking responsibility is that Zhang Xiangbei chopped off Yue Qinghua's dog head with a knife.

My own senior brother, if you die, you will die, just quibble a few words and it will be over, and you can still eat the feast.

So when everyone saw Zhang Xiangbei slash out this knife that engulfed the howling of the ghost, they already had supporters and a home team in their hearts.

It also looks more substantial, more passionate, and more worrying.

Sonor!

The blade slashed.

Zhang Xiangbei touched Yue Qinghua's left-handed knife.

The knife in the left hand was broken into several pieces in response.

When two of them splashed out, they cut through Yue Qinghua's face and dripped down fine beads of blood.

The entire left hand also neatly cut off four fingers, leaving only one thumb.

Blood, spurting wildly.

Yue Qinghua was tough and didn't say a word.

His brows were tightly locked, and in his long, narrow and vicious eyes, in addition to pain, there was more shock, unwillingness.

"It can't be."

Yue Qinghua looked at the blade that was broken into several knots with a dull face, covered the gap in the broken palm, and forcibly stopped the bleeding.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, it is full of desperation to break the defense.

"Why can you beat me?" Yue Qinghua was completely stunned and muttered. "Why can you defeat me?"

This battle is a battle of martial arts.

They don't fight for relationships, backgrounds, or fame.

They only fight martial arts.

Or according to Zhang Xiangbei's explanation, they just fought.

How can a soldier beat a peerless powerhouse who has been immersed in martial arts for decades?

Even if he is Zhang Xiangbei, so what?

"I said, in Beimang, I am invincible."

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Yue Qinghua lightly: "There are only a few people in your famous sword sect, you are the first, and you floated?" ”

"I have an army of 300,000 in the north, and I am the tenth year in a row." The resentment that Zhang Ruoyu was holding back in his heart also meant to vent it a little.

A group of self-righteous old things, really take Zhang Xiangbei and not dry food?

In terms of fighting, Brother Beizi has never lost, and his confidence is tough.

"Beimang's martial arts heritage can be compared to the famous sword sect?" Although Yue Qinghua lost, his mouth was very hard.

"What kind of are you talking about?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned and said displeased. "Even if I give the Beimang cooking class a vacation and let them practice hard for two years, I can still beat your famous knives all over the place."

Yue Qinghua's expression stiffened.

Even He Tongxun was embarrassed to look away, embarrassed to take the stubble.

This cowhide is blown too big.

You Zhang Xiangbei has a talent for martial arts, it is your ability.

Can you really bring your talent to Beimang?

Yue Qinghua's mouth is hard, and Zhang Xiangbei's mouth is even harder.

He couldn't argue, and he did lose.

The answer he summarized in his heart, after this knife, was completely proven.

Zhang Xiangbei's martial arts talent is even higher than that of Yue Qinghua.

He Zhang Xiangbei is also a genius boy and a martial arts wizard!

It's just that he himself doesn't know it, thinking that this is a street fight!

"Do you want to avenge your elder brother?" Zhao Ruoyu looked around and glanced at the gang of famous knife masters. "I'm in the mood to do a few more."

He Tongxun, the third junior brother who had already turned his head away, simply turned his back to everyone, took out his mobile phone, even the screen was black, and pretended to call 120.

The rest of the people wanted to follow suit, but they were afraid of becoming conspicuous, so they had to walk towards Yue Qinghua with concern: "Senior brother, I will personally drive you to the hospital." ”

Several other junior disciples turned on the mobile phone light and squatted on the ground to pick up their fingers: "Senior brother, go to the hospital now, your fingers should still be connected." The green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, don't be rash. ”

A famous knife powerhouse who was keen on action art movies at first glance said meaningfully: "Senior brother, this is your left hand." ”