Zhang Lang returned to the ring and watched the servants pack up the corpses to prepare for the next competition. As if nothing had happened, he put his hand into the collar of his clothes, as if scratching an itch. After a while, he pulled out two bloody bullets.
This gun-wielding devil's marksmanship is quite accurate. Zhang Lang did dodge the first shot based on prediction, but when he sprinted later, the inertia was so strong, how could it be so easy to dodge bullets? The dodge was just a show, in fact these two My hair was hit all over my body!
However, relying on the regeneration ability, this flesh wound healed itself in an instant, and the bullet was squeezed out by the flesh and fell into the clothes. Because it healed quickly, the blood did not flow much, and his clothes were dirty. No clues.
"That's you, if you were another person, you would be shot twice, and you would be seriously injured even if you don't die." Xu praised in Zhang Lang's heart: "For these indigenous warriors, it is not that easy to defeat opponents with guns! "
"Don't underestimate them!" Zhang Lang said in his heart: "There are masters here, who are excellent in hands, eyes, body, and footwork. Coupled with internal strength and relying on prediction to dodge bullets, they should be better than me! What's more, these are just young people. …”
As he spoke, Zhang Lang glanced at Shen Changfeng in the stands and Fang Yu standing aside: "In the world of martial arts, the older you get, the more you become more demonic!"
To make a long story short, excluding the two people Zhang Lang killed last night, there were only fifteen games in today's second round of promotions, and it only took one morning to finish.
After all, this is the second round, which is much more intense than the previous round, and because the reincarnations started yesterday, more people used guns today, and there were more casualties. There was even a winner who was shot because of the shooting. It was too intense and I was seriously injured and couldn't participate in the next round...
Therefore, there are only fourteen people who are finally promoted!
In the afternoon, it will be the competition between the fourteenth and seventh place.
The first person to play is still Mr. Yun. As long as he and Zhang Lang win this round, they can meet in the next round, and this guy can avenge his revenge!
And his opponent was none other than Zhuang Sicheng.
Having watched Zhuang Sicheng's fight before, Mr. Yun was well prepared. As the match began, Zhuang Sicheng raised his hand and he immediately drew his sword across his chest!
Boom! An invisible ripple hit the sword, and the strong sword body was shaken violently. Mr. Yun himself was also pushed back two steps...
Such powerful palm power! He can also carry out such an attack from a distance. This person is very powerful!
Mr. Yun swung his long sword and was about to fight back, but found that the enemy had disappeared. Suddenly, a strong wind came from the side. Mr. Yun hurriedly raised his sword to block, but when he heard a clang, he was hit and flew sideways!
Such great strength! Mr. Yun kicked off his back feet, stood firm, and thrust out his sword like a dragon to fight back! But Zhuang Sicheng seemed to have anticipated his attack, and got out of the way in advance, blocking with his short knife, and the blade passed through the sword. The ridge brought up a string of sparks and hit Mr. Yun's wrist directly!
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mr. Yun hurriedly changed his moves, retracted his long sword, swung out the scabbard in his left hand, and hit Zhuang Sicheng's temple!
Zhuang Sicheng still predicted in advance and lowered his head to avoid the scabbard, but Mr. Yun's long sword was curled up in a sword flower, and the blade moved forward and stabbed straight towards Zhuang Sicheng!
Zhuang Sicheng hurriedly waved his short sword, raised the long sword with a clang, and then turned around and kicked Master Yun! Master Yun also raised his knee to block Zhuang Sicheng's kick. The two of them separated instantly, each retreating a few meters!
This series of confrontations took place in a flash of lightning. The audience clapped their hands and applauded, but other contestants broke into cold sweats.
Zhang Lang also squinted his eyes.
"I originally thought that the bearded guy was just a guy with a few skills, but I didn't expect that his kung fu was also very impressive!" Xu complained in Zhang Lang's heart: "If you really face him, you will be in danger!"
"There is always a way..." Zhuang Sicheng and Mr. Yun fought again on the stage. Zhang Lang watched intently, trying to find their weaknesses.
"I think it's enough!" Xu was still pouring cold water: "That guy obviously has some ability to predict the opponent's movements! With your three-legged cat skills, it's okay to deal with third-rate people by relying on fierceness, but I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with him.
You can’t even touch it!”
Zhang Lang ignored Xu's sarcasm and just looked at it carefully and attentively.
Soon, the outcome of the confrontation between Mr. Yun and Zhuang Sicheng was revealed!
The two of them fought fiercely, and Zhuang Sicheng took the opportunity to use the "Heart-Destroying Palm" again! This time, Mr. Yun was unprepared and was hit by a palm. His ribs were broken, his heart and lungs were injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
, the whole person flew backwards... If it weren't for his deep internal strength, I'm afraid this blow would have killed him on the spot!
"It's pretty tough!" After the slap, Zhuang Sicheng knew that the victory was decided. He snorted coldly and sheathed his sword, preparing to finish.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, Mr. Yun stood up with his long sword: "First, I didn't fall off the field, second, I didn't admit defeat, and third, I didn't lose my life. How dare you turn your back to me?" After saying that, he vomited again.
A mouthful of blood...
"Master, forget it!" At this time, a cry came from the audience. It was the young slave who had accompanied Mr. Yun before. He was worried about his master's safety and was so anxious that he almost cried: "Let's go back to Feiyunmen.
, I won’t fight in this arena anymore!”
"Shut up!" Master Yun shouted: "When did I, Third Master Yun, ever ask for mercy?"
"Huh?" Zhuang Sicheng turned around and snorted coldly: "Since you are so stubborn, I will grant you one request!"
As he spoke, he drew out his short knife, walked quickly, and rushed in front of Mr. Yun. He raised the knife and inserted it directly into Mr. Yun's throat. The tip of the knife even poked out from the back of his neck!
Mr. Yun paused and used his last strength to raise his hand to grab Zhuang Sicheng. But the opponent did not give him any chance. He twisted the handle of the knife and drew the knife away, leaving Mr. Yun with his eyes blank. He raised his hand to grab the air and plopped it.
He fell to the ground with a sound, and blood flowed out, staining the arena red.
"Hey..." Shen Changfeng in the stands sighed when he saw this: "Third Young Master Yun is also a famous young talent in the martial arts world. It's a pity, it's a pity... Yu'er!"
"Yes!" Fang Yu nodded in agreement.
"Take away Mr. Yun's body and send someone to prepare a big gift, and return it to Feiyunmen together with the body of Third Mr. Yun. Tell them what happened, express their admiration for Mr. Yun's persistence in fighting to the death, but express his gratitude for his death.
regret……"
"Disciple understands!" Fang Yu nodded and accepted the order, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "But Feiyun Sect is also a major martial arts sect after all. The master's son died in my Shen family...isn't it..."
"This matter has been witnessed by various martial arts sects!" Shen Changfeng narrowed his eyes: "You must remember to warn me, whether it is to express comfort or sympathy, you must not show guilt, let alone apologize!"
"Although Mr. Yun died in my Shen family, it was not my Shen family's fault in the final analysis! In a fair competition, swords have no eyesight. He was not as skilled as others and died on the stage. My Shen family is willing to fund the pension as a matter of love. Don't get into trouble!"
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"Disciple understands!" Fang Yu accepted the order again. Shen Changfeng looked at him and nodded with relief.
Shen Qianqian on the side touched her chin: "This Zhuang Sicheng is quite interesting... Dad, do you think you can really practice the Heart-Destroying Palm to the extent that he does?"
"Anyway, I've never met your father!" Shen Changfeng stroked his beard: "But the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. Maybe Zhuang Sicheng is so talented that he can really achieve this unique skill!" At this point, Shen Changfeng suddenly frowned and stared at Zhuang Sicheng's bearded face: "By the way, Yu'er, go back and check, how old is Zhuang Sicheng?"