Different from the fierce moves that attacked Ye Gu's wind pool just now, the King of Hell, who was now holding two daggers, began to attack Ye Gu with dense and small and ruthless moves, and every move did not leave Ye Gu's face and chest.

"One inch is short! One inch is dangerous! The interval between his every move is very short, but every stroke is fast and ruthless! This person relies on Wing Chun's strength to exert the power of his internal force to the extreme! I have never seen such exercises! It seems that there are still magical martial arts in this world where martial arts have declined!"

Ye Gu's swordsmanship is superb, even if the internal strength of the King of Hell is higher than his own, plus the bonus of Wing Chun's strength, he can still rely on his superb sword moves to defeat the other party, but now he is happy to see the hunt and wants to see the mystery of this Wing Chun's strength.

At this time, Ye Gu used the half-truncated sword to perform a set of impermeable defensive swordsmanship, no matter how the dagger of the king of hell attacked, it would be resolved by the long sword in Ye Gu's hand to use the skillful power of winding, twisting, sticking, and unloading, although every attack of the king of hell carried a powerful explosive force, but still could not break through Ye Gu's defense.

At this time, the audience in the arena saw that the King of Hell was attacking Ye Gu non-stop, but it was difficult to hurt the other party, and those who pressed the money on Ye Gu couldn't help but ignite the hope of winning again.

If this Chinese kid can win, I've decided to believe in Confucius!"

"Stupid, Confucius is not a religion! It is a culture, you should believe in Taoism!"

"Damn! It's all good, you must win! Lao Tzu pressed 100,000, and the odds of 1 to 100 are 10 million!"

While the audience was discussing, there was a huge private room on the edge of the factory.

A strong white man with two sexy-clad blondes in his arms looked at the big screen showing the fight scene and said to a thin white man with a scar on his face who was also sitting on the sofa next to him, "Evans, my friend, it looks like the King of Hell is in some trouble." ”

The scar man, who was about forty years old, had a cigar in his mouth, took a leisurely puff, slowly puffed out a puff of white smoke, and said with a smile: "White, don't worry." In the whole of Washington, there will be no one more powerful than the King of Hell, and don't forget, even you can't defeat him! ”

White nodded when he heard this: "That's right! Even if the King of Hell is in my uncle's organization, he is also a very Liha guy, although this Oriental boy's swordsmanship is strange, but it will not be better than the King of Hell." ”

"Don't worry. Soon this Oriental brat will have his neck cut by the dagger of the King of Hell......"

"The moves are simple, flexible, and powerful! The so-called inch strength actually has only four characteristics: simple, spiritual, mighty, and fierce! The pursuit is the most effective killing, which is the same as the swordsmanship of some killers on the Eight Desolations, but the pace of this Wing Chun inch strength is more changeable, it can dodge the opponent's attack, and the defense is higher than that kind of indomitable killer swordsmanship! It's a pity that this man didn't learn the pace seriously...."

Ye Gu had already seen the reality of the other party, and then he no longer kept his hand, his wrist flicked, the sword momentum unfolded, his steps suddenly accelerated, and his body was like a ghost, spinning around the body of the king of hell.

"Since the pace is not good, I will use the pace to break you!" Ye Gu's heart was spinning, and the long sword in his hand continued to come out with his own pace, and each step could stab out four swords, the sword heart Xuangong was running at full strength, and the footwork, body method, and sword method gradually found the rhythm of resonance with the operation of the heart, and a whirlwind of sword nets had been formed around the king of hell!

In the eyes of the audience, the King of Hell has been completely submerged in Ye Gu's sword momentum!

The exclamations abound!

"Oh my God! What is this? I see only a flash of light, everything!"

"Oh my God! That's the shadow of the sword! How fast do you have to swing it to have such an effect? This Oriental boy is like he is wielding ten swords in ten hands!"

"Is this still human..........

"No! it's the sword ....... of death."

"That's right! It's the sword of death!

At this moment, the title of the Death Swordsman spread in the underground fighting arena.

"Ahh~~~~~~~~~~h

"Bang!" The King of Hell knelt on his feet, and Ye Gu's long sword pointed at his neck and asked, "If you want to live, tell me, how did you train your qi?"

Because of the wounds and blood on his face, the King of Hell smiled at Ye Gu: "I lose, can I still live?" You are very powerful, I tell you, my qi is refined under the icebergs of Siberia, as for which iceberg..... You.... Take your time!"

After speaking, the King of Hell hit Ye Gu's broken sword blade with his neck.

Although Ye Gu could take back the long sword, he knew that he met the king of hell because White wanted to kill himself, so he was determined to stand up for power in this battle, so he naturally had no intention of collecting the sword.

The broken sword pierced through White's neck, and as Ye Gu drew his sword, a blood arrow soared three feet, turning into a rain of blood and falling to the ground.

The audience was stunned by the scene, and after a short silence, a shrill cheer rang out: "God, I won 10 million! Hahahaha, 100,000 dollars!Won 10 million!hahahaha!hahahaha!Damn hell! Give the money!"

This shout woke up the spectators who were betting on Ye Gu, who roared, cheered, yelled, and waved their arms to let the hell fighting arena take the money.

Neto and Amiru, who had been watching the battle, were also in a very different mood at this time, Neto patted the stunned Amilu on the shoulder and said: "My friend, a million dollars is a trivial matter, life is the most important, if Ye Gu comes to ask me, I have to tell him the truth." ”

Amiru has not yet relented: "The king of hell...... He's a monster that combines the Russian Sambo martial arts with the everlasting strength of China!

Neto shook his head: "Leave Washington quickly." Provoke such a person, I think, White is finished, and you, the bastard who helped White report the news, are also finished. ”

"Bang!" White's huge palm slammed against the glass coffee table, which shattered and glass shards flew around, causing the blondes in the box to scream and run away.

"Damn, shit, Evans, you say, why did the King of Hell lose, isn't he the best guy in Washington?" Wright snarled at Evans.

Evans, who was thin and squeezed his cigar into pieces, ignored White's words, but took out his mobile phone and dialed and asked, "How much do we have to accompany us in this gambling game?"

.....

"What?????" The corners of Evans' mouth twitched, and his white face looked even whiter, like a zombie: "Twenty ..... 100 million dollars?"

Evans slumped down on the couch.

"Hey, Evans, I'm talking to you!" White yelled at Evans.

"Shut up, you gym idiot! If I hadn't helped you, I wouldn't have lost so much money! Get out of here! If it weren't for your uncle, I'd have killed you right now! Get out!"

Evans bounced up from the couch and yelled at White.

White looked at Evans viciously, but he knew that although the other party was thin, he was really not his opponent, so he could only leave angrily.

Evans waited for White to leave, and said into the phone: "Pull the power switch, and then tell the bunch of fools outside who are sitting on the dream of making a fortune that our server is dead because of the power outage, and the bet information just now has been lost....."