There was a "whew" sound in the stands almost at the same time, and many martial artists stood up, and the competition below was all top-level martial arts, and such a fight could make many people crazy. Full // Ben // Small // Say // Net /qb5/com

Unlike in the past, it is usually some younger martial artists who like to stand up and watch, because they are strong in blood and like graceful and gorgeous movements.

But this time, on the contrary, those who stood up were all older and more powerful martial artists, and what kind of tricks they used to see the moment they broke the balance!

Lin Tonghuan didn't hum out, his two eyes looked at the ceiling blankly, a red handprint appeared in the middle of his head, the corners of his mouth, ears, and nostrils kept oozing blood, and his body twitched from time to time, representing that he still had a trace of vitality!

Yu Shilu seemed to be a little unbearable, walked forward and slowly squatted down, and gently stroked his neck with his hand, quickly forced, Lin Tonghuan's head weakly tilted to the side, and his clenched hands also relaxed with the departure of the last trace of vitality!

He has been relaxed forever, and everything is calm again!

Yu Shilu bowed deeply to death, and walked towards the stands with a steady step. Many people's eyes were focused on him, and many young martial artists who came to watch the battle clenched their fists excitedly, secretly vowing that they would definitely reach such heights, but no one could hear their hearts.

The saddest thing should be the Eight Extremes, an elder who died like this. In the Eight Pole Gate, Lin Tonghuan is a mentor who guides the direction of the Extreme Gate in the future, but his body is too fragile to withstand a stormy attack.

While grieving, Bajimen can only bury the fire of hatred in his heart, take root, and sprout! Yes, no revenge is allowed, and there is no resentment in life and death, but everyone has an account. They will never show themselves in words!

Chen Mila expected nothing wrong, the elders of the Eight Pole Gate met the martial arts hall master, and the chance was too slim!

Today, it seems that the people of the Bajimen have some bad premonitions, there are not too many people who come, and there are only fourteen or fifteen in total, and the eyes of these people are full of sadness, pain and helplessness, and they are all silent.

The Lord of the Eight Poles Gate did not come today. This kind of life-and-death arena master can't easily participate, because he represents a sect, and if he knows the news, he is afraid that he will faint on the spot.

He Shan glared fiercely at his red eyes. Looking at Lin Tonghuan's corpse, I didn't know what I was thinking.

Chen Mila saw that the atmosphere was a little low, so she raised her voice a little and said: "Don't be like this, we still have four battles in a while, adjust your state and meet the next challenge!"

When the words fell, Ye Wuya, who was a little tired, tried his best and agreed: "That's right, if you can't be famous." The people of the Eight Poles can die, and the door can be destroyed, but the spirit of the Eight Poles cannot be lost!"

Ye Tianyun looked at this matter indifferently as an outsider, he was not a disciple of the Eight Extremes Sect after all. Looking up, Wudang was full of joy. Yu Shilu calmly bowed his hand to several hall masters, obviously receiving praise.

Ye Tianyun was watching at the same time. A gaze shot straight at the other side. This person is the master of the Dan Dao Palace, Cang Shijie, after he appeared Ye Tianyun's gaze, he glanced back unabashedly, his eyes were full of a kind of calm aura, which made people's backs cold.

Lin Tonghuan's blood made everyone in the venue reach * in an instant, and the reality and cruelty of martial arts were fully reflected, some people laughed and some people cried. This is the real martial arts!

The local staff of the arbitration committee carried Lin Tonghuan's body to a stretcher. At the same time, it was covered with a layer of white cloth and placed under the grandstand of the Baji Gate. This method invisibly stimulated Liang Nong Town, who was also an elder. Although he seemed calm, everyone knew that his current mental activity would certainly not be as it seemed.

After the field was tidied up, the second game was about to start again, Liang Nong calmly walked down the stands, unbuttoned his coat as he walked, and waited for the opponent to leave the game.

Chen Mila laughed lightly when she saw the person coming from Wudang, and said very casually: "This battle is eight taels and half a catty, and the one on the opposite side is called Lian Shicheng is not famous in Wudang, and he has always been low-key, but his kung fu is passable!"

The grandstand was less than ten meters away from the bottom, and it was condescending, Ye Tianyun saw this person very clearly, this grandmaster had some problems with his legs and feet, and his walking was a little undulating. I can't help frowning, this will more or less have some impact on my own degree, and people who practice martial arts are taboo to have injuries to their legs and feet.

Chen Mila said with some concern: "I can't see Wudang's intentions clearly, I don't know what they are going to do! It stands to reason that if they come to participate in this life-and-death battle, it means that they have backed down." But judging by the state of affairs, there will definitely be a backhand!"

He sighed and suddenly stared at Ye Tianyun and said, "No matter what, we are fully prepared!"

Ye Tianyun suddenly felt a little stupid, and reminded Chen Mila several times, but he didn't know that people's hearts had already been bottomed up, so he nodded and didn't speak.

Both sides began to hold their fists, and Chen Mila continued: "Liang Nongzhen is not only proficient in Bajiquan, but also has practiced a vicious iron sand palm since he was a child, I am not worried about this one! What I am worried about is that next time you and Cang Shijie!"

Ye Tianyun concentrated, he knew that Chen Mila was going to introduce his opponent to him, so he pricked up his ears and sounded, for fear of missing a word.

Chen Mila looked at the stands opposite, and said to herself: "Cang Shijie is a little arrogant, a little arrogant, and a little brainless! This person is the most aggressive and short-tempered, and he dared to clash with the head of the martial arts at that time!

But there are really two blows in his hands, Wudang's fist and palm techniques are all perfect, and the most terrible thing is to make a move! Don't give him a chance when you meet him, otherwise with his strength, he will definitely force you to a dead end! At the beginning, he lost to a few mad monks in the Shaolin Dharma Academy, and went back and worked hard! The people who fought against him died in his first five moves!

Ye Tianyun nodded and knew in his heart, he had met many grandmasters, but he had never seen this type. After a while, he decided to see who was better at attacking! He had practiced the golden bell jar this morning, and now his body was like a full battery, lacking a place to leak. He knows very well that the strength of the medicine is powerful, and after soaking the medicine, his physical fitness will be at least doubled, and his strength will also increase.

The two people in the audience had already finished their bodies, and Liang Nongzhen immediately came first with a courtesy fist, and the swallows on their toes copied the water, and flew up with an extremely powerful attitude, a pair of huge but white palms like jade, swept towards the opposite Lian Shi's achievements!

Iron Sand Palm Ye Tianyun has seen many people use it, but Baji Fist with Iron Sand Palm, this wonderful combination makes his eyes light up. Iron sand palm is not a profound martial art in the sect, as long as you practice willing to endure hardships and dare to be ruthless, you will definitely be able to practice. This kind of kung fu is amazingly harmful, but it hurts others and hurts oneself, and it has the taste of seven wounds.

Lian Chengshi's legs, which were still a little not very clever just now, were like a good person in an instant, turning around Liang Nongzhen's body, and his body would inevitably retreat sharply after every shot, and he would not let the opponent get close at all.

Liang Nongzhen was very patient, and every time he carefully responded to this wandering attack, while waiting for an opportunity.

This battle is not as immediate as just now, but it has raised the strength of the two sides to the highest point, feasting the eyes of the martial arts on the stage, and the crowd is constantly cheering!

Lian Shicheng shot a total of five times, and he left as soon as he touched it, which is a bit of a scoundrel, but it is also excusable. Anyone who sees Liang Nongzhen's hands must weigh them first to see if they have the strength to follow.

This kind of attack similar to a tentative attack made Lian Shicheng taste the sweetness, and he kept jumping back and forth to attack around Liang Nongzhen's body. Wudang Taiyi Five Elements Fist, Wudang Pure Yang Palm, constantly changing back and forth, playing incisively.

Liang Nongzhen was relatively much calmer, and even Shicheng's pure yang palm struck at the door, and the degree dropped slightly, which finally made him seize the opportunity and stick to him!

Lian Shicheng was obviously afraid to a certain point, bending his arm like a reflex, wanting to use this style to stop the other party from getting close.

The smile in Liang Nongzhen's eyes flashed, and his left foot stepped towards the outside of Lian Shicheng, and his body squatted sharply, not moving or fighting, and hit his face-bone.

Lian Shicheng was close to him, and he suddenly panicked in his heart, and rolled back on the spot, hoping to avoid the opponent's attack! Liang Nongzhen's body leaned forward, and his big fan-like hand swept on the opponent's waist.

Lian Shicheng howled like a pig, this time it was swept right in the back of his waist, and the huge force made him fly out sideways, as if he had been in a car accident, his body was out of order and difficult to move, and the expression of horror and despair was written on his face, so he couldn't hurt his hands and grabbed them violently forward, as if he could really escape.

Liang Nongzhen jumped up with strength under his feet, bent slightly on one knee in the air, and pressed down heavily from a height of more than one meter!

I don't know if Liang Nongzhen deliberately or accidentally, he actually landed on Lian Shicheng's waist again, making Lian Shicheng, who was already seriously injured, even worse!

How can the iron sand slap his head make people live, and even Shicheng's body is flowing with blood and water!

The martial artists on the stage breathed hard, and some people unconsciously shrank their heads, and their palms were as white as jade, but they were three points harder than iron!

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