Chapter 69 Night Lane

"Hmm! In that case, let my fist blow your head!" The broken golden boxing king snorted coldly, and before he finished his words, he rushed to Zhao Jingtian. Only when the ghost's body appeared, everyone understood why Zhao Jingtian did not use his body skills to dodge. The other party's speed is not below him, and he can't dodge at all!

"Be careful, native boy." Ninglingxi secretly pinched a handful of sweat. Just now, when Zhao Jingtian's hand was stabbed by the broken golden boxing king, Ningxi's heart almost jumped out. Fortunately, Zhao Jingtian was fine, and her heart jumped back into the lair. The native boy is the "yahao" specially taken by Ninglingxi for Zhao Jingtian.

"Do you want to come again? Dream!" At this time, Zhao Jingtian had no intention of knowing the Yahao that Ningxi gave him. He stood in the same place, closed his eyes, was highly concentrated, and crazily urged Jin Xing to practice the magic formula!

Puff... Several crisp sounds sounded, and one of the broken golden boxing champion's hands and feet were broken into countless metal powders, accompanied by bursts of blood fog, blooming in the surrounding air, like blood-red fireworks!

Plop! The body of the broken gold boxing champion who was still moving forward suddenly lost its balance and fell in front of Zhao Jingtian. The broken golden boxing champion who lost one of his hands and feet is bloody, as if he is only half of his body, and his misery is unbearable!

"Uh..." The broken gold boxing champion struggled to turn over with one hand and fell on the competition field: "Ha, hahaha... Unexpectedly, I'm back to the original point..."

Several giants watching the battle at the highest place of the Holy City looked at Wu Hanyan confusedly: "The origin? What do you mean?

Wu Hanyan looked calm: "Nothing. This guy used to be a boxer who lived in the boxing ring and was interrupted by one hand and one foot. I found that this guy was very good, so I put a hand and a foot on him with special metal. His golden power is so strong that he can easily control these two limbs even if he has not practiced the golden magic formula. But I didn't expect that the magic formula passed by Brother Hong Zhe to Zhao Jingtian was more powerful!"

Jin Hongzhe hummed twice without any explanation.

Wu Hanyan stood up from his position: "There is no score. There will be a last game tomorrow. Don't forget to watch it on time!"

After saying that, the owner Wu Hanyan left the crowd and left.

The five people looked at each other with different faces. Some people gloat, while others bow their heads and meditate. Although they didn't talk much, they can all affirm that the leader of the boxers' league must be very unhappy at this time.

On the field, Zhao Jingtian looked at the broken gold boxing champion who fell to the ground and said coldly, "You really shouldn't take the name broken gold. I thought your fist was powerful enough to smash all metal. But I didn't expect that the meaning of broken gold is that your fists and feet are made of broken metal!"

Probably enough to vent, the broken golden boxing champion felt a little tired: "Zhao Jingtian, kill me. My life is not regrettable to die in the hands of an opponent like you..."

Zhao Jingtian didn't say anything and slowly walked to the broken golden boxing king, and a very sharp palm knife hit the broken golden boxing king's throat. Click! The sound of the broken neck bone of the broken gold boxing champion can be heard by people far away.

Ning Lingxi's face changed and said hatefully, "How can this boy be so cruel if he wins!"

Ning Feng shook his head: "Lingxi, sometimes, for some people, death is the best relief! Brother Zhao is not wrong. It's better to let such a boxer die on the duel field than to let him die in endless ridicule, despair and loneliness.

Ning Lingxi was thoughtful, lowered her head for a while, and then looked up at Zhao Jingtian. The complicated look on her face probably didn't know what she was thinking except herself.

"Zhao Jingtian won again?" This time, the applause was more fierce than yesterday! Because Zhao Jingtian is one step closer to the miracle!

Of course, many people's hearts are beating violently, especially those who mortgage their houses, wives and daughters as bets on Zhao Jingtian.

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The prosperity of the city of freedom is second to none in the Holy Kingdom. Even at night, it is still as bright as the day, and more lively than the day. People came and went on the street, cramming the spacious street so that you can step on one or two feet intention. Many people from other cities come out to find a living at night, and the business of casinos, restaurants and brothel is even better and full. No one doubts that as long as you have money, you can buy everything here, even human life.

However, where there is light, there will be darkness. The brighter the place, the darker it will be behind it. In a cold alley in the city of freedom, a dark figure walked carefully with a dim night light, looking left and right, as if looking for something.

Finally, the shadow stopped and said in a slightly surprised voice, "Finally found it."

A strange pattern was engraved in a lower corner of the wall next to the door. With the light of the night light, the man finally saw clearly what the pattern was painted: a boxing sleeve broken in half.

The shadow gently knocked on the closed door, and a low and hoarse voice came from the door: "Who is it?"

The shadow controlled his nervous mood and replied, "It's a guest from afar."

As soon as he heard this strange answer, the door creaked open, and a guy with a black ghost mask appeared in front of the shadow: "Come with me."

The shadow followed the masked man very carefully, not squinted for fear of getting lost. After a while, the two came to a hall. There is a lamp that is dim than the night light hanging on the ceiling in the middle of the hall, which vaguely presents the furnishings in the hall: there is a long table in the center of the hall, with a chair at each end of the table, and there is nothing else.

At this time, a man wearing a gray blue-faced fang mask sat on the chair at the other end of the long table. The gray mask gave people a very strange feeling under the dim yellow lights. The shadow trembled all over for no reason and shivered.

"Guests from far away, sit down." Although the masked man's words were very polite, his tone was completely different.

The shadow sat tremblingly on another chair opposite the masked man, and his voice trembled a little: "I was introduced to you..."

"How much do you offer? Who is the target?" The masked man is very direct.

The shadow moved his body left and right on the chair, and seemed to be bolder: "Ten thousand gold coins, the target is Zhao Jingtian."

"Hey, don't you know that Zhao Jingtian's life is worth more than that now? You poor gamblers, do you want us to break the boxing organization to kill Zhao Jingtian for you, and then we can make a lot of money? The masked man sneered and was so scared that the shadow suddenly fell from the chair to the ground.

"This...this..." The shadow couldn't say a word for a long time, and cold sweat kept coming out of his body.

"Well, you are guests, don't be afraid of this. Although our boxing organization is famous, we will never touch our customers. We have received your 10,000 gold coins. Someone has gone to complete the task. Don't worry, Zhao Jingtian can't survive tonight!" The masked man said with great certainty.

The shadow was stunned: "Would you like to take over my task?"

The masked man snorted coldly: "Since this morning, our organization has been taking on the same task. So far, the commission you have given is the least. We will treat it as an extra task for you, and you can go."

The shadow cried secretly. If I had known it would not come, I would have wasted 10,000 gold coins! Their group collected 100,000 gold coins to bet Zhao Jingtian to lose, but the situation was not good. There was nothing he could do. Heiying found this place through other people's introduction and made such a task with 10,000 gold coins borrowed from usury, but he didn't expect such a result!

This night, many such shadows shuttled through the dark alleys, tried every way to find the punch-breaking organization and made the same commission. Zhao Jingtian never thought that his life had been speculated to more than 10 million gold coins...