Chapter 1787

Gu Yuan and Yi Wen were chatting, only to hear a "boom", a figure slammed into the fence at a very fast speed.

Looking at the cracked wall of the fence, the audience around burst into a burst of exclamation.

Both of them looked at the arena at the same time, and Yi Wen said to himself, "Hey, what is this man's cultivation?"

Yi Wu took the words and said, "these two people who are now on the stage are the mid-term cultivation of Qi refining period. The person on the left is Ma Buyun, and the person on the right is Wu Guoliang."

Gu Yuan asked, "can you see how many layers these two people are in the middle of the gas refining period?"

Yi Wu said, "I can see it, but I can't."

Gu Yuan looked at Yi Wen again, and Yi Wen also shook his head. It was obvious that the brothers' accomplishments could not be seen in such detail at present.

At this time, someone had applauded Ma Buyun. Ma Buyun was very satisfied with the reaction of the onlookers, raised his head slightly, raised his fist clenched hands, and showed a proud smile to the audience.

Just before he could enjoy more attention, Wu Guoliang, who was inlaid on the fence, had walked down intact.

"The skill is good, but the strength is weak.

Come again! "

Wu Guoliang turned his neck, patted the dust on his body as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly towards the incredible Ma Buyun.

Ma Buyun originally thought Wu Guoliang would leave the field seriously injured, but he was unscathed.

"Now it's my turn."

Wu Guoliang's voice just fell, Ma Buyun's eyes have lost Wu Guoliang's figure.

Ma Buyun was surprised and hurriedly looked around to find out the clues of Wu Guoliang.

Unfortunately, Wu Guoliang's speed was too fast. Ma Buyun just turned around, and a huge force suddenly attacked his back. Ma Buyun was like Wu Guoliang who had been blown away by his fist before, and his whole body crashed into the wall not far away.

At this time, Wu Guoliang, who disappeared, finally appeared in front of everyone again.

He also kept the posture of raising his feet and looked at Ma Buyun coldly, who was smashed into the fence wall.

"How about the strength of my foot?"

Wu Guoliang put down his feet and didn't care at all about the cheers of the crowd, but slowly walked towards Ma Buyun step by step.

Hua la

A sound of gravel falling.

The dusty Ma Buyun fell from the wall.

He was also smashed into the wall. He was not as relaxed as Wu Guoliang before.

Wu Guoliang's kick made his whole body seem to fall apart, and there was a burning pain in his back after being kicked.

"Admit defeat, or die?"

Wu Guoliang stood in front of Ma Buyun and asked Ma Buyun, who was lying on the ground, with a contemptuous tone.

Ma Buyun was unwilling and struggled for several times, but he found that he had no strength now, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

……

A clean duel is never better than a dazzling fight.

The duel between Ma Buyun and Wu Guoliang was so crisp that the onlookers around didn't have enough eye addiction.

However, the next duel between Li Wenhui and Liang Zitong made people around burst into cheers from time to time.

Li Wenhui and Liang Zitong are both good at long weapons. Li Wenhui uses a red tassel gun with a white wax pole. The gun is as sharp as a dragon, with a sharp angle and a fierce shot. Every attack is a thrilling killing move.

With Li Wenhui's fierce appearance, it is also a bit more fierce.

Compared with Li Wenhui, Liang Zitong is much calmer.

Even weapons choose a long stick without sharpness.

The spear is like a dragon, and its moves are fierce.

But the long stick is like a flexible spirit. When the spear stabs, it can always find the flaws in the spear move very succinctly, so that the spear has to withdraw and defend.

After playing for so long, although on the surface, Li Wenhui has always been in the upper hand.

But in fact, Li Wenhui knew in his heart that he had been attacking and had consumed a lot of strength.

If I can't get Liang Zitong again, I'm afraid I'll eventually fall down under liang Zitong's stick exhausted.

So he crossed his heart, and the spear that stabbed Liang Zitong's chest slightly swung, slightly deviated from the position of Liang Zitong's chest, and let the tip of the spear cross Liang Zitong's shoulder.

Liang Zitong's long stick suddenly fell empty. Li Wenhui took advantage of this opportunity to directly bully him. With all his strength, he suddenly stretched out his palm and directly patted Liang Zitong's face.

Who knows, Liang Zi also suddenly changed his moves at this time.

Holding the stick with both hands turned into holding the stick with one hand, and then he also extended a palm to fight with Li Wenhui.

The onlookers only heard the sound of "bang", and it seemed that there was a scattered airflow around, blowing their eyes slightly narrowed.

When they opened their eyes, they saw Li Wenhui in the field flying upside down, and even the red tassel gun in his hand fell to one side.

Liang Zitong was also pale and wobbly, as if he had just exhausted a lot of strength.

Just when everyone thought that Li Wenhui had lost.

But he suddenly stood up from where he was, and with a hook under his feet, he picked back the red tassel gun that had fallen nearby into his hands.

With a long stick on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Li Wenhui who stood up again.

Suddenly, Li Wenhui, who was originally pale, had an abnormal tide of red on his face. Then, Li Wenhui falsely raised his left palm and pressed it, and his lips moved slightly, as if he said something.

Then, in Liang Zitong's eyes, Li Wenhui's red tassel gun turned into three poisonous snakes that bit him from three directions.

Fangs are sharp, angled, and extremely vicious.

Liang Zitong's eyes suddenly opened slightly, and his feet kicked the long stick slightly in his hands.

The long stick rolled up, and Liang Zitong's palms circled. The long stick brought a strong wind, which constantly circled on the left and right sides of Liang Zitong, and rolled up smoke and dust, like two small tornadoes.

Take a unique step under your feet and walk with the stick.

"Pa!"

A crisp wood broke.

The audience held their breath and waited for the dust to subside on the arena.

"Wow!"

The dust settled, and startling voices rose one after another.

In the match, Li Wenhui's red tassel spear plunged into Liang Zitong's left shoulder from bottom to top.

Liang Zitong's blood was flowing out of the wound on the tip of the gun with Li Wenhui's red tassel gun.

However, Li Wenhui, who was shot by Liang Zitong, failed to stand up again.

One end of Liang Zitong's long stick is parked on Li Wenhui's head.

Li Wenhui, who was half kneeling, was hit hard on the head with a long stick, and his seven orifices were also emitting blood.

Guyuan frowned slightly. He thought it was better than the pilot until now, but he didn't expect someone to die.

If you go to the challenge arena, you will decide whether you are superior or not.