Ximen Guang's long whistle was not because of the pain on his arm.

It is because of the great trauma in the heart.

The battle is not over yet, maybe this is just beginning.

After a long roar, Ximen Guang controlled his staggering body, quickly tear off a corner of his robe, wrapped his arms up, and took out a bottle of red healing potion and poured it in.

The healing potion is effective quickly, and the arms are no longer bleeding and are healing.

But this time the energy consumption has been half gone.

He held the sword clamped under his arm again in his hand and pointed coldly at 200.

At that time, the axe that attacked Ximen Guang's left hand did not stop and was returned by two hundred moves.

Attribute weapons, two hundred are within a certain range and can control them.

This itself is a necessary means in the flying axe skill.

He still held the axe in both hands and attacked.

He was still opening his mouth:

"If you scream, no one will come to help you! Stop screaming, save some effort!"

"You must have not expected me to have a ranged attack just now. Look at my flying... axe... right!"

Yes, the battle is not over yet and the opponent is still standing.

If you are 200, you will not keep your own various means.

Although I was calling for a flying axe this time, I no longer threw the axe, and it seemed that I was planning to fight in real melee.

Ximen Guang also made the judgment in this way, so he did not waste his energy and ran and jumped in advance, so that 200 could not lock in the target.

In close combat, it is melee. Although the long sword lacks the power of weapons against axes, the warriors compare it with qi, mental power, and body skills. No weapon is used to deal with the lethality of the body, but to see who has more powerful energy and more flexible moves.

"I've said the flying axe right. You're so stupid."

While running, a pair of flying axes in his hand shot out in a straight line.

Close distance, fast speed, cover up...

Nothing can stop the axe's yearning for the target!

As long as he gives this pair of a plan, he can cross the mountains, rivers, and seas, and through the crowds until he cuts the target. This is the only answer.

Ximen Guang's shoulders were sunken and his sword was slashed with an axe on the body of the sword, and the sword was broken!

The remaining strength of the axe cut his chest and stuck.

Another flying axe arrived, without the obstacle of the sword body, and it penetrated straight, splitting a passage and drilling through...

Huh...

Ximen Guang shook but did not fall.

He opened his mouth to vent his anger with a roar again, but this time, there was only an empty exhalation.

He saw the contestant on the other side approaching slowly. This time he did not hear any provocation or crazy words, but a very calm face, neither sad nor happy.

Even this face was covered by long flowing hair, and it looked so close.

At this moment, he felt that it was really much cooler than his previous hair tie.

When Ximen Guang saw Erbai reaching out and holding the handle of the axe.

He lowered his head, tried hard to raise his hand, and grabbed a part of the axe.

I don't want 200 to pull out the axe.

I'm afraid this is the last stubbornness?

Erbai stopped and said in confusion: "This is mine, do you want it?"

Ximen Guang was speechless, even if he wanted to speak, he had nothing to say.

Erbai tempted again: "Do you want it? If you really want it, you can say it."

Ximen Guang blinked, not wanting to look at this person, so he slowly looked away and looked into the distance of nothingness.

Erbai tightened his axe handle and cursed: "You said it, I won't give it to you even if I say it!"

I want to pull out my axe.

But the axe should have been stuck on a certain bone and was not pulled out.

With Ximen Guang's last stubbornness, his hands were still holding tightly.

The body is still shaking back and forth.

Two hundred years old was so angry that he raised his foot and pressed his hands on Ximen Guang's body. He tried his best to do so, and this time he was stable.

The axe was successfully recycled.

Ximen Guang fell to the ground.

"I hate you most if you lose and don't admit it..."

The pair of flying axes were retracted, and two hundred were red-eyed and cursed, and got off the field from the ring where the protection had been closed.

This kind of scene is what the audience wants to watch. Weapons fly around, bodies break, blood storms...

This is the real duel, is there any?

Who said that the Feilong player can only talk and cannot do anything?

Who says that when fighting, you can only keep silent and work hard.

That's it. Don't beat him while talking, scold him while beating him, so that he can seem lively.

There were loud cheers and cheers everywhere in the stands.

Some of those who carried loads to sell food even covered their ears, and the noise around them completely overshadowed their shouts of hawking.

At the Peak Martial Arts Hall, another one was lying down to the Xuanwu Arena.

It's completely confused.

I lose if I lose, but why do I always feel that losing is annoying?

Director Cui sat in his stands and has not moved yet.

I lost three rounds in a row.

Although this arena showdown with Feilong Martial Arts Hall is a ten-turn basis.

But whoever wins six games first will declare a complete victory, and there will be no need to play in the next few rounds.

Therefore, to get back to the situation, there are only three rounds left in the Peak Martial Arts Hall.

Moreover, these three consecutive kneelings have suffered a major blow to their morale.

In fact, when Ximen Guang came to the stage, Director Cui already knew that he had little chance of winning, but he always had some expectations in his heart.

Before it ends, no one dares to decide who will win.

There are many examples of using weak to strong, using small to gain big and successful results.

Alas, I really lost now, and I still feel very uncomfortable.

Several disciples brought back the seriously injured Ximen Guangyun.

His injuries also hurt the origin of martial arts and his organs were seriously damaged.

In addition, he was deeply hit and frustrated, and his mental power was also disordered.

When I don’t know the year of the Monkey and Horse, even if I recover, my mental power will not be able to come back.

In a word, Ximen Guang, a player in the peak martial arts school in the third round, is like Feng Qun, the peak disciple in the previous two rounds, and he is no longer aborted!

"Owner Cui, next game..."

"Owner Cui, why not..."

While waiting for the fourth round, the owner of the Pavilion Cui knew that he could not sit there and pretend to be stupid all the time, and the disciples were all looking at him.

He had no choice but to walk down from his stands.

Although I was going downhill, my steps felt very heavy.

"Master Cui, why don't your Peak Martial Arts School give up."

Who, who is here to stimulate me on purpose!

The owner of the Pavilion Cui looked up and saw the handsome figure of Yu Nan in the stands opposite.

When Yu Nan saw the owner of the Cui Pavilion, he locked the place and bowed to him.

He shouted again: "Master Cui, the same result will be the same when the fight is done. It is better to admit defeat directly, so you can save some face."
Chapter completed!