"Tiger Mound, are you sure?"

Luo Zhen looked at the two people standing with knives in the ring, and there was a trace of red light beating in the depths of his eyes.

In his line of sight, the skin and bones of Li Jun and Lang Blade were analyzed layer by layer, and even the internal force in the depths of flesh and blood was clearly visible.

From the point of view of strength, the two of them are injected with eight-grade internal strength, and the realm is almost the same.

"Your Excellency, rest assured, the Wave Blade is a killing machine. As long as the opponent's strength is under the sequence, he is definitely not his opponent. ”

For the strength of the wave blade, Tiger Mound is very confident.

Although Rukawa Tan and Flame Ghost are also ranked among the 'Ten Nobles', they are only the bottom-ranked characters, and their strength in hand-to-hand combat is not too strong.

On the contrary, the wave blade, which does not have mechanical prosthetics and implants on its body, is the strongest member of the younger generation of the Sacrificial Sword Society, and even has one foot in the sequence.

"You're a man who knows what matters, and I trust your choice."

Seeing that Tiger Mound swore an oath, Luo Zhen was relieved, and turned on the scanning function of the metal prosthetic eye to look at Zhao Ding on the lift.

Of course, it turned out to be nothing, and the black coat seemed to be able to shield it from external scanning.

Luo Zhen's eyes moved, and he fell on Guo Qingyun, and he was stunned.

"Look at your father!"

Luo Zhen blinked, his eyelids fluttered rapidly, and the chip behind the skull quickly refreshed the program loaded in the prosthetic eye.

After a while, Luo Zhen was sure that it was not the malfunction of the metal prosthetic eye, but that these words really appeared inside Guo Qingyun's body.

He's also a soldier sequence!

"Tiger Mound, this situation Qingyun must die!"

Luo Zhen's sudden outbreak of strong killing intent made Tiger Mound confused, but after Zhao Ding's death, Qingyun must also be the target of purge, and there is naturally no problem with this kind of thing of pushing the boat down the river.

"Yes, sir."

The Kowloon boxing ring is also called the 'blood gold platform', and the stakes of a boxing match in the past are as high as hundreds of thousands of Daming treasure banknotes.

But compared to today's bets, it can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

In the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Li Jun and Lang Blade moved almost at the same time.

The wave blade stepped forward, the windbreaker swayed and hunted, and a cold light dragged out from his waist, cutting out a piercing sound of breaking the air, wrapped in a strong killing intent and slashing towards Li Jun's face!

Nine swordsmanship, draw the knife and slash!

Li Jun's reaction was also fast, and as soon as he raised his knife and kicked it, the scabbard of the Qi family's knife flew out like a powerful crossbow, hitting the sword light and exploding into pieces of wood.

Holding the knife in both hands, the blade of the Qi family's knife, which was almost half a person's length, slashed down angrily with the posture of Mount Tai.

The two knives collided, and a sharp metallic hum erupted.

In the sparks that exploded, the two looked at each other, full of murderous intent!

"Kneel down for Lao Tzu!"

Li Jun let out a loud shout, the muscles of his arms that were entwined with green tendons bulged, and the body that had been tempered by the Eight Rank Internal Strength Blue Emperor Decisive Determination burst out with terrifying power, constantly pressing towards the wave blade.

Li Jun, who had experienced calculation, betrayal, and ambush in just dozens of hours, was full of anger at the moment, with bloodshot eyes entwined with pupils, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, to split this widow alive!

The huge pressure from the katana made Lang Blade frown, and he immediately understood the huge advantage of the Qi family knife in terms of strength.

His rich experience in hand-to-hand combat allowed him to make the most correct choice in an instant, and his steps moved.

The katana slid against the slender blade of the Qi family knife, rubbing it into a tooth-sore sound, and it actually swung the Qi family knife away in the form of a sticky knife unloading.

The wave blade flashed to Li Jun's side, lungeed and pulled his back, and the katana was as fast as thunder, slashing at the weakest side of the Qi family's knife.

Clang!

The sound is like hitting a bell, piercing through gold and cracking stones.

Li Jun felt a heavy wrist, and the Qi family knife fell uncontrollably, slashing the ground of the boxing ring, and crumbling pieces of rubble.

"Brainless idiot!"

The corners of Lang Blade's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he raised his arm to slash horizontally, and the blade swept towards Li Jun's throat.

In the eyes of the hundreds of muddy water robe brothers watching under the ring, Li Jun, who had the middle door wide open in front of his chest at this moment, had no way to resist, and he couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations and wails in his mouth.

With a folding fan on the back of his neck, his face was cloudy, and his body turned slightly in the direction of Luo Zhen without a trace, and the sound of the mechanical prosthetic preheating came from under his robe.

It is not difficult to guess that when Li Jun dies in the ring, the second brother of the robe brother will immediately kill Xiang Luo Zhen.

"Kill him!" Zhao Dou raised his arms and shouted wildly, his expression crazy to the extreme.

Tiger Mozuka's expression was serious, his hands were spread out, and there were blue arcs between his fingers that kept beating.

All the people of the sacrificial sword club surrounded him, ready to deal with the robe brother's face.

The fight in the ring has not yet settled, and the audience is already treacherous.

Only the old man on top of the lift still looked as usual, and he didn't seem to be worried that Li Jun would be defeated at all.

"Lao Tzu's fifth brother of the Red Flag can also be killed by a little widow?"

Zhao Ding's chapped lips moved slightly, and his voice was subtle, almost talking to himself.

At the moment when the old man's voice fell, there was a sudden change on the stage!

"Die!"

Lang Blade exhaled violently, and the katana in his hand slashed out like lightning, and the sword was extremely powerful.

But until the arm holding the knife was fully extended, the wave blade still didn't feel the pleasure of cutting through the flesh from the blade!

Li Jun's figure unexpectedly swung back an inch at the last moment, which can be used to get out of the way of this beheading knife!

"Body?! Gossip swimming?! ”

Luo Zhen, who was the patrol inspector of the Tianfu Guard, had extremely vicious eyes, and recognized the body technique used by Li Jun at a glance, and the corners of his mouth that were already grinning suddenly tightened.

Almost culled out of the situation Qingyun forcibly stopped the power has climbed to the maximum mechanical Achilles tendon and calf artificial muscles.

The concrete floor beneath his feet cracked, and his skin, so white that he could barely see his pores, turned red.

Tiger Mozuka, who was standing across from him, looked equally surprised, the arc of electricity beating between his fingers was disturbed for a moment, and a puff of white smoke with charred skin slowly rose.

All the surging undercurrents came to an abrupt end because of Li Jun's violent kick.

These three masters who entered the sequence had exactly the same confusion in their minds as the dead Sun Jiu at the same time.

"This Li Jun has actually injected so much martial arts, isn't he afraid of genetic collapse?"

In their cognition, there are two key points in the promotion of the martial arts sequence, one is to maintain the absolute integrity of the flesh and blood, and cannot accept any prosthetic modifications and implants.

Another point is to maintain the stability of genes, which requires that martial artists cannot inject too much martial arts, otherwise the weak genes of human beings before unlocking them will easily collapse.

Even the wave blade, which is known as the first person in the 'Ten Nobles' of the Sacrificial Sword Society, is only infused with an eight-rank internal force and an eight-rank sword technique.

This is already the limit of his genetic carrying capacity.

Lang Blade didn't expect Li Jun to actually inject a body technique that had no obvious effect under the sequence, and successfully dodged his own killer knife.

However, his astonishment did not last long, for a vicious wind had already struck overhead.

Li Jun did not choose to swing the slightly bulky Qi family knife, but used his left foot as a support point, and his right leg slashed at the head of the wave blade like a sharp axe.

Lang Blade, who had no room to dodge, could only try his best to move his head away and resist Li Jun's heavy legs with his shoulders.

Boom!

The knees of the wave blade, which was not ready for the force, suddenly weakened, and could no longer withstand the huge force, and slammed to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, there is a dead silence in the boxing ring,

Lifting up, Zhao Ding looked heroic, and suddenly shouted: "Xiongqi!" ”

The old man's heavy angry voice echoed, and the eyes of the hundreds of muddy water robed brothers who suddenly came back to their senses widened almost at the same time, and they opened their throats and roared angrily.

"Rise up!"