Chapter 42: Drinking and Hatred

Jun Mo laughed and continued to be weak, and such a gentle declaration of surrender also seemed that he was too strong and did not lose the general.

Ze Yu arched his fist and said, "Acknowledge!" Jun Moxiao also smiled kindly, as if he had no complaint about the victory or defeat, and bent down and pushed his hand.

This eye-catching comparison finally came out.

It is not only the competition between Zeyu and Jun Moxiao, but also another form of wrestling between Qianjianmen and the Red Devil Altar. The fact finally shows that Qianjianmen is still on the altar of the Red Devil, and this prominent demon giant still failed to wash away his decadent.

Han Ling looked at the stage with a smile, as if recalling the scene when he swept the whole audience in the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall that day. He was intoxicated, but with a little obscure depth.

No one can see this deep.

Jun Moxiao and Zeyu have a decisive battle, and then the list of the last four will come out.

The four people are Persim Qing, Ling Xiaoyu, the mysterious golden mask and Zeyu.

When compiling the ranking list, Chen Rufeng was very annoyed. Even if he is selfish and wants Ling Xiaoyu or Pei Xinqing to win the championship in this Qingshi Martial Arts Hall, Zeyu and the golden mask are strong, and it is very elusive no matter who wins.

After thinking about it many times, he finally connected Pei Xinqing with the golden masked man, and Ling Xiaoyu and Zeyu.

Under the ring of Luohe Martial Arts Museum, everyone has been waiting anxiously to listen to the final duel list. As for the four people who entered the top four, Ling Xiaoyu still hummed her tone easily as usual. Ze Yu waited with an indifferent face. Although Pei Xinqing tried her best to show a relaxed state with her hands behind her hands, the two hands behind her pinched each other to sweat.

As for the golden masked man, no one can see through the expression of the face under the mask, but from the two eyes in the two holes, it is full of endless coldness.

Hu Jiuwei stepped on the ring, and the whole audience immediately held his breath.

"The first scene, Qianjianmen Zeyu, Tianfeng helps Ling Xiaoyu!"

All eyes immediately moved to the two people who had been read out. Ling Xiaoyu smiled indifferently and waved happily to the crowd. Zeyu took the lead in moving forward and gently jumped onto the ring.

pi Xinqing glanced uneasily at the golden masked man beside him, and his opponent was undoubtedly him. The man who fought with him that day suddenly suddenly killed strangely, and his heart sank a little.

Ling Xiaoyu held the edge of the ring with both hands, climbed hard, and jumped into the ring like a somersault on the rock, with a bright smile and no nervousness. Everyone on the stage had just seen the superb swordsmanship of Zeyu. They thought that Ling Xiaoyu was still smiling so hippiely, but they didn't know that the strong enemy was not serious at all.

Only Chen Rufeng, who is well versed with Ling Xiaoyu's personality, knows that no matter how strong his opponent is in front of Ling Xiaoyu, he will not change his face at all, at least he will not let his opponent have an advantage in his heart.

"Xiaoyu, I'm optimistic about you." Chen Rufeng smiled at Ling Xiaoyu. Ling Xiaoyu happened to look on his face. Seeing his trusted smile, he nodded confidently.

Gradually quieted down in the field, Ling Xiaoyu smiled at Zeyu. Zeyu's right hand had moved to the hilt of the sword, like a tightened slingshot.

Just wait for the gongs and drums to sound.

Fist and sword, hit at the same time.

The sword carries the majestic sword wind, as if controlling thousands of rolling stones to sweep down the cliff together. The pressure is huge, the yellow sword is extremely fierce, and the speed and strength are the upper hand.

Ling Xiaoyu's momentum came out with one punch. The dragon and tiger roared and rushed into the rolling sword spirit of Zeyu Mountain Stone. The impact of the virtual shape of a dragon and a tiger was that the sword spirit was broken, and it seemed that it could not bear the power of the dragon and tiger. As soon as the two sides came to compete for the strength of their internal power, and suddenly they saw that Ling Xiaoyu's fist strength was better than him.

But when it comes to the use of this sword spirit, Zeyu has a lot of experience. The dragon roaring sword seemed to be picky and stabbed. The rolling stone-like sword spirit gathered in the growth column. The dragon roaring sword fell down, and the long column exploded, and the flood-like sword spirit flowed to Ling Xiaoyu's double-shaped fist of the dragon and tiger fist.

With a bang, the dragon and tiger's double fists were washed away by the mountain torrent-like sword spirit. The thin momentum was not a threat to Ze Yu at all. The dragon Xiaojian gently waved it and shattered it.

But Ling Xiaoyu's second punch soon followed. This time, it was just a dragon flying out, sweeping the fist, and roaring and rushing straight to Zeyu.

"Crazy Dragon Fist!" Ling Xiaoyu shouted fame, and Ze Yu suddenly felt that the dragon shadow transformed by this fist was fierce, as if it were alive, and he exhaled his anger. If he blocked himself, he was likely to suffer a heavy loss. At present, he dodged and wanted to hide, but he didn't expect that the dragon shape transformed by the fist turned the dragon head, as if he had found that the prey would not let go easily, chasing Ze Yu.

"This mad dragon fist is a great gathering of energy. You will not give up until you find a place to vent, and once the dragon's head appears, the momentum will gradually increase. If you want to delay, its blow will only make you worse." Ling Xiaoyu smiled and was overjoyed to see Zeyu being chased by his crazy dragon fist.

Zeyu tightened his eyes and quickly thought about how to deal with it. Seeing that he was about to be chased by the dragon's head, he not only clenched his teeth, but also extremely anxious.

Suddenly, Zeyu's body moved away, and the dragon head transformed by the mad dragon fist did not chase his body, but he saw the dragon roaring sword hanging in mid-air, shrouded in the pale earth sword spirit, like a earth monument standing in mid-air. The dragon-shaped rushed over and burst into the dragon roaring sword.

The body of the dragon Xiaojian was shocked, and the sword spirit was also smashed by the fist of the crazy dragon fist. The dragonxiao sword rotated in mid-air for weeks like a leaf flying with the wind. Ze Yu waved his sleeves, and the dragon Xiaojian flew back to his hand like a spiritual.

"What a good move to steal a beam and change the pillar! The dragon roaring sword attracted the strength of the crazy dragon fist. Long Xiaojian is one of a thousand swords. The sword body is hard and extraordinary, and it is full of sword spirit by Ze Yu. Naturally, a flesh and blood body like Zeyu will not be easily injured by the mad dragon!" Although Chen Rufeng supported Ling Xiaoyu, he couldn't help admiring Ze Yu's wisdom at the critical time.

Ling Xiaoyu's heart was stunned. She didn't expect Ze Yu to change so quickly. He used the sword as bait to attract Ling Xiaoyu's fierce dragon fist, and he could avoid a fatal blow.

Thinking that the offensive she had finally organized was so resolved by Ze Yu, Ling Xiaoyu stamped her feet in a hurry. She simply flew out and wag her fist to fight closely with Ze Yu.

Chen Rufeng shouted in his heart as soon as he saw Ling Xiaoyu's situation. Once he got closer, it was more conducive to Ze Yu's swordsmanship, he was in a difficult situation like Jun Moxiao just now. Seeing that Ling Xiaoyu was confused for a moment, although he wanted to remind him, he immediately thought that he was the organizer of the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall, which was unfair. He immediately stuffed the words in his throat back and looked anxious.

Ling Xiaoyu has leaned to Zeyu's side, the fist wind danced, and a large number of fist shadows were about to take away Zeyu's key points, completely ignoring the dragon Xiaojian that returned to his hand.

The fist power was spit out, and Ze Yu's sword move changed, and he showed a "heavy mountain stack" style. The sword spirit was as strong as a mountain barrier. With the left and right shift of the Long Xiaojian, Ling Xiaoyu's unruly boxing moves were seamless and could not be found. Although the boxing was really full, it could not break Ze Yu's "heavy mountain stack". zhang

When he was angry, Ling Xiaoyu became more and more anxious. He rushed forward with two fists, but unexpectedly, Zeyu changed his move again. Long Xiaojian turned into a straight stab and picked it to Ling Xiaoyu's waist. Ling Xiaoyu immediately felt that the strength that could shake the mountains and rivers hit her waist. Things were gentle, and there was no time to attack. She scraped her fist down and wanted to block Ze Yu's sword.

But can Zeyu's sword be easily blocked? This sword "pull the mountain river" suddenly made Ling Xiaoyu's fist back almost crushed. Ling Xiaoyu had to punch again and spit out his fist. Then the anti-shock strength that collided with the sword spirit retreated and avoided entangling with Ze Yu's "power pulling the mountain river".

Naturally, Zeyu will not let go of the opportunity. The sword front turns, and it is another type of "swallowing mountains and rivers". The sword spirit is like a whirlpool in the ocean, with great momentum and strong gravity, which makes Ling Xiaoyu's feet unstable and is about to be sucked away by the sword gas.

When it was not allowed to be released, Ling Xiaoyu punched again, "The tiger fights to the death!"

The momentum of this fist is extremely sad, but the momentum is extremely violent, like a fierce tiger forced to a dead corner, with blood teeth exposed, tiger claws are powerful, and it is about to fight with the enemy with death, and there is no return.

Zeyu suddenly saw that this was extremely fierce, and only felt that using "engulfing mountains and rivers" would suck that fierce gas. Once it broke out, it would make him bind himself into a cocoon. At that time, he immediately changed the "qi swallowing mountains and rivers" into "mountains and rivers broken", and the sword spirit was cracked, sweeping Ling Xiaoyu's fist like mercury.

The fist strength was cut by the sword spirit, the sharpness disappeared, and the momentum of fighting with death suddenly disappeared.

The counterattack at the end of the strong crossbow was so scattered by Zeyu. Ling Xiaoyu's heart sank and knew that the general trend had gone, his internal strength was exhausted, and there was no power to fight.

The sweat was stained with the ends of his hair, and a few cold winds blew into the top of the sky. His body trembled, and he subconsciously clenched his fists and stared at Zeyu.

Seeing his posture, Ze Yu thought that he still had combat power. He lifted the dragon roaring sword, and the sword spirit was like a rainbow full of sword body, and he walked with the sword to Ling Xiaoyu.

Chen Rufeng under the stage saw that Ling Xiaoyu's look was inappropriate, and he also knew that it was impossible to resist Ze Yu's strength after a fierce attack. He also saw that Ze Yu's sword was extremely fierce and was likely to stab Ling Xiaoyu. At that time, he didn't think much about it. His body jumped up, and the green shadow flashed past and flashed to the ring to pull Ling Xiao. Yu's clothes avoided Zeyu's sword thorn.

Zeyu stabbed the air, and his momentum and strength were not reduced by a single point, and the sword spirit left a fist-sized hole in the ring.

Chen Rufeng stepped on his steps and stopped at the edge of the ring with Ling Xiaoyu. Ling Xiaoyu's eyes were blank and he had not yet realized what had happened.

The whole audience cast doubtful eyes on Chen Rufeng, and I don't know why he took action.

Chen Rufeng glanced at the crowd awkwardly and said, "I will announce the surrender on behalf of Ling Xiaoyu!"

The discussion came one after another, and only Ze Yu lowered his body, which seemed to be clear about Ling Xiaoyu's situation and said nothing. Chen Rufeng looked at him apologetically, and he nodded knowingly.

"Wiser, Zeyu!" When Chen Rufeng announced to the audience, Ling Xiaoyu looked at him without anger. Even if Chen Rufeng is unwilling, the victory or defeat is in front of him, and he can't change it.

"Why did you declare surrender for me?" Ling Xiaoyu rebuked, and Chen Rufeng pulled him off the ring with a calm face and glanced at him fiercely.

"Can you even lose your life in order to win or lose?" Chen Rufeng asked harshly, "You didn't have the strength to fight anymore just now. Why did you insist?"

Ling Xiaoyu's face rose, and his usually smiling face showed a little excitement, "I can't bear to shame Tianfeng Gang."

When Chen Rufeng heard this, his body was shocked, and his cavity was moved, but he was speechless. He had to hold Ling Xiaoyu's shoulder with both hands, which made him in pain.