A bright ball of light exploded in Luo Xiao's pupils, and the trembling strip of light and shadow flickered and faded, reflecting the bronze mask.

Luo Xiao stood in a very inconspicuous corner, silently paying attention to this battle, when the light group exploded and the figure was divided, the corners of Luo Xiao's mouth were slightly upturned, he believed that Mukle must be depressed to death.

Mukle was indeed so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, he didn't wait for the battle order, and suddenly launched an attack, just to make Cheng Feilong have no time to dodge and fight him.

The battle axe is a heavy weapon, and the opponent's curved knife is both long and thin, which is a typical light weapon, and under a violent impact, even if it is protected by Yuan Force, the weapon itself will withstand a strong impact and can easily break. In the past, Mukler relied on such a strength advantage, and he could often smash his opponent's weapons and people into pieces with a single look.

However, Muklewan did not expect that as a result of his violent raid, the opponent's knife and man were fine, but his own tomahawk was a finger-thick gap.

Mukler's face was solemn, the blessing of this spiritual weapon on combat power was almost comparable to the transformation of a warrior's qi and blood, and this battle was probably not easy to fight.

Cheng Feilong was high-spirited, ripped off the red cloak, held the long knife in both hands, raised it high, pointed the tip of the knife to the sky, and suddenly jumped up, straight like a flying dragon in the sky, and the sword light was cut down.

Clusters of white mangs burst open, and occasionally there was a dense rain of gold and iron clashing and resounding.

The ordinary people who stood close to the audience had their ears buzzing and looked at each other in shock.

Boom! A huge ball of light burst out, and the figure was suddenly divided.

Cheng Feilong slid backwards like a stone knocked by a club, stopped retreating, stabbed the ground with a long knife, and the sparks splashed everywhere, and the tip of the knife made a deep knife mark on the hard stone surface of the martial arts platform, so that it could hang three feet on the side of the platform and come to a dangerous stop.

The rules of the martial arts arena are judged to be the loser by the lander.

"Brother-" Cheng Feifeng in the audience blurted out in exclamation, but as soon as he shouted halfway, he hurriedly covered his mouth. Fighting in the ring, life and death in an instant, you must not let your brother be distracted at this time.

Cheng Feilong heard it and smiled confidently in the direction of the little sister.

Mukle's face was very different and ugly, and the battle axe in his hand was even more ugly. Not only did the half-moon-shaped axe blade have seven or eight more notches, but even the heavy axe surface was covered with knife marks, and the originally powerful battle axe looked like it had just been picked up from the arsenal.

And this is not the worst, the wave of violent attack and defense just now consumed at least three percent of Mukler's Yuan Force, but his opponent used the natural defense-breaking performance of the spirit weapon, and there was almost no loss...... This will never work!

Mukle shook the axe, squinted, and hooked his finger at Cheng Feilong.

Before he could put down his hand, Cheng Feilong's body seemed to be ejected by a catapult, swept in front of him with a fierce wind, and the tip of the knife flashed with a cross star, stabbing straight in the chest.

Mukle held the broad axe side in front of his chest, which was the correct response, but the strange thing was that he didn't activate the Yuan Force.

What was the result of the violent collision between the steel axe and the spirit weapon without the support of Yuan Li? The next moment, I saw the Yum knife penetrate the axe surface like a stabbing plank.

Mukle laughed wildly, twisted the tomahawk, bit the Baisheng knife tightly, and immediately threw it violently outward—he would rather not have a weapon than let Cheng Feilong lose his weapon.

Mukler's strength was far above Cheng Feilong, and with this slam throw, Cheng Feilong's hands were in severe pain, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and the long knife flew out of his hand.

But at the moment when he took off his hand, Cheng Feilong suddenly wiped his palm, pulled out a thin sword from the end of the hilt, rubbed his body closer, and stabbed a sword into Mukler's mouth with a wild laugh......

"Okay!" A group of Tianjiao from the Heshuo War Group and the Yunzhou War Group in the audience cheered in unison, and everyone was waiting to see the sword break out of their brains.

Poof! The tip of the sword pierced, but it was not a broken brain, but a broken face—Mukle tilted his head in time, and the blade of the sword peeked through his right cheek, and blood gushed out.

Without waiting for Cheng Feilong to turn his wrist and cut horizontally, Mukler's steel teeth bit the thin sword, and at the same time, the two arms as thick as thighs opened, strangled Cheng Feilong's two arms and his body together, and lifted them off the ground, his arms were constantly tightened like a noose.

Cheng Feilong's bones crackled, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the top of his neck was red and dripping blood.

"Drink!" Cheng Feilong roared shortly, and a circle of light film-like Yuan Force shield trembled and stretched out.

Mukle also let out a violent roar, Yuan Li was vigorous, his arms tightened, and in the crisp sound of the ground, the Yuan Force shield shattered and dissipated.

As soon as the Yuanli shield broke, the snapping sound sounded again.

After Cheng Feilong survived the Yuan Force backlash in pain, he sacrificed the Yuan Force shield again, but was soon squeezed by Mukle again.

So there was an eye-popping situation on Wutoutai, and every few breaths, Cheng Feilong's Yuanli shield gushed out, but as soon as it appeared, it was immediately squeezed by Mukler. If it is several times, Cheng Feilong's yuan force is greatly lost, and sweat is like rain.

Mukler was no better, like a boiled prawn, red, steaming, soaked with snake hair, sticking to his head and face. And the Yuan Core in his dantian has shrunk dramatically, and it has almost reached a critical point.

As Mukle squeezed repeatedly, Cheng Feilong's Yuan Force was no longer able to release the Yuan Force Shield, so he could only rely on his ontology defense to support it. Fortunately, I got the hundred-year-old flesh spirit stone presented by Luo Xiao yesterday, and after purification, my defense was increased by three percent, otherwise I really don't know if I can bear it. Now Cheng Feilong only hopes that Mukle will exhaust his Yuan Power first, so that there is still a glimmer of hope of winning.

Mukle thinks the same way.

So in addition to Mukle's roar on the fighting ring, there was a creaking sound of human muscles and bones. Mukler's two arms can be seen to swell in a circle, and the color is also abnormally purple. And Cheng Feilong's mouth and nose were bleeding constantly, and even his eyes were bloody......

"Brother......" Cheng Feifeng burst into tears, chilled all over, and was swaying, all supported by Tang Shuangyue.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Sun Tengfei, Xu Ziyuan, Lei Hao, Ji Ping, Ouyang Han, Hong Sheng, etc. kept shouting and cheering.

"Hold on!

Shengjing Tianjiao Regiment, Gyeonggi Tianjiao Regiment, Donghe Tianjiao Regiment...... Almost all the Tianjiao of the war group were cheering for Cheng Feilong.

Luo Xiao didn't shout, just stared at Cheng Feilong on the stage and muttered, "Brother Cheng, I know, you can do it." ”

Looking at the two people who were fighting in blood on the martial arts platform, Shang Yunfeng on the referee's bench couldn't help but say to the referee silver wolf on the Tule side: "The two sides have fought so far, it has become a stalemate, how about peace?"

The silver wolf was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly: "Okay, settle the peace." ”

However, before Shang Yunfeng could stop, there was a sudden change on the field.

Mukle shook his head suddenly, the mist of the snake braid exploded, and the hair was like iron, rising like a fluff, and it was fiercely pumped towards Cheng Feilong's face, especially his eyes.

Here it is again!

Cheng Feifeng, who was in the audience, couldn't restrain himself anymore and screamed.

However, at the moment when Mukle twisted his head and shook his braids, Cheng Feilong's eyes widened, his cheeks bulged, and poof!

This blood arrow is not only bloody, but also glowing with a faint white glow, and the color is milky white, which is different from the ordinary Yuan Force, which is the power of the Yuan Core Origin.

The target of the Yuanli Blood Arrow is Mukler's eyes!

Mukle bowed his head in horror, his neck tendons were sprained because he twisted his neck too quickly, and his braided hair like an iron broom was mostly swept away because of the deformation of his movements.

The Yuanli Blood Arrow broke the braid and hit Mukle's left eyebrow arch fiercely. At Mukle's howl like a wounded beast, his entire left eye socket was blown to a bloody pulp, and broken bones were scattered everywhere, which was terrible to see.

Under the severe pain, for fear that Cheng Feilong would come back with another mouthful of blood arrows, he threw his arms violently, threw Cheng Feilong like a sandbag, and rolled to the edge of Wutai Dou.

Cheng Feilong coughed up blood, looked at the deep blood hole in Mukler's left eye socket, and although he had been vomiting blood, he smiled very happily: "Uncle Yuan, Feilong has paid off half of your debt for you." ”