No matter how you fight these three people, you will be in trouble!
Normally one person should have a bye, the other two would decide the winner, and the winner would play against him. But in this way, the person with a bye would also take advantage.
In the end, for the sake of fairness, the decision was made by drawing lots. Fortunately, Zhang Lang got a bye!
"Okay..." After getting the result, Fang Yu nodded and looked at Xie Yong and Jin Minghui: "Then tomorrow, you two will compete first to find the winner. After a break, you will have the final with Zhang Lang!"
Xie Yong agreed with his hand, but Huang Mao Jin Minghui on the side let out bursts of sneer.
"Why wait until tomorrow, when the sun has not set yet, why not come and find out today!" As he said this, the guy looked at Xie Yong and Zhang Lang standing aside: "Or are you afraid?"
"Who do you think is scared?" Xie Yong snorted coldly and said with a steel rod: "If you want to fight, then fight!" With that, he walked onto the ring!
"Okay!" Jin Minghui sneered and followed up. However, when he passed by Zhang Lang, he paused and laughed in a low voice: "I'll deal with him and see you again... How resistant are you to being beaten? I
I really want to give it a try with a few chops!"
Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes: "You can try it!"
"Hahahaha..." Jin Minghui laughed a few times and walked onto the ring!
With the sound of a gong, Jin Minghui moved!
It's still the same routine, sprint, draw the sword, and strike with extreme speed!
But this time, he hit a wall!
With a clang, the blade was blocked by the opponent's steel rod!
This was the first time that he saw no blood when the knife was drawn!
It has to be said that out of more than sixty people, only three were left. This last indigenous master is indeed no ordinary person!
"Interesting..." The corner of Jin Minghui's mouth cracked in an exaggerated arc, and he slashed with the long knife in his hand, starting a fierce attack! Then Xie Yong also picked up the steel rod, with strong internal strength, and blocked the front, only to hear the clanging sound of fighting, the blade and the
The steel rod burst out with sparks flying out, and the two of them were fighting evenly!
They fought like this for dozens of moves, and finally, both sides saw their opponent's flaw!
Jin Minghui opened it with a knife, and with a swipe, a line of blood appeared on Xie Yong's shoulder, and Xie Yong's steel rod also hit Jin Minghui's chest! With a thud, the two of them were separated!
In this confrontation, Xie Yongshi was seriously injured, and the wound was not shallow! On the other hand, Jin Minghui only used up a chance to block and was not injured himself!
Xie Yong frowned. The stick he just hit should have really hit him. How could his opponent be unscathed?
"What's wrong, brother?" Jin Minghui sneered: "You just got stabbed once, and you can't stand it anymore?"
Xie Yong snorted coldly, pulled off a piece of fabric from his clothes, wrapped it around his shoulders a few times, tied it tightly to stop the bleeding, moved his arms, and picked up the steel rod: "Again!"
"Okay!" Jin Minghui laughed, sheathed his sword again, and sprinted towards his opponent!
Brush! The sword light flashed, and it was still the sword drawing technique!
This time he was blocked by the steel rod again, and the two started a fierce offensive and defensive battle again. After more than ten moves in the blink of an eye, it was another fight that exchanged injuries for injuries!
Xie Yong had an additional wound on his side, but Jin Minghui remained unscathed!
What's going on with this guy? I've clearly hit the spot with these two sticks, so why doesn't it have any effect?
Xie Yong was confused, but Jin Minghui had already rushed forward again!
Draw the sword again!
Or block!
A fierce battle follows!
Jin Minghui became more and more crazy as he fought, but Xie Yong became more and more frightened. This opponent was completely unreasonable! If he continued to trade injuries for injuries, he would definitely suffer, so he played more cautiously this time, but lost his stick skills.
With great momentum, facing Jin Minghui who was attacking like a madman, he fell into passivity and even retreated step by step!
Finally, Xie Yong had no choice but to fight hard!
Poof! Another wound was added to his body, but the enemy hit by his big stick at the same time was still unscathed!
Jin Minghui, who was knocked upside down, sheathed his sword in the air, turned somersaults, tapped his toes, and charged forward again without giving Xie Yong any chance to breathe!
Or draw the sword!
Xie Yong could only use steel rods to deal with the enemy again!
But this time, he didn't hold on!
With a clang, the steel rod broke into pieces and flew up spinning!
At the same time, taking off together was Xie Yong’s head!
Zhang Lang in the audience narrowed his eyes...
This Jin Minghui's sword-drawing technique is obviously several times more powerful than ordinary slashes! Xie Yong's steel rod is also a precious weapon made of fine steel. If it is cut by Jin Minghui's ordinary slashes, at most it will only leave a trace.
There are shallow scratches, but when you use the sword-drawing technique, there will always be obvious gaps! Such a huge gap can only be explained by skills!
That sword relied on the skill of the weapon, or Jin Minghui's own skill, or even both!
Moreover, these four swords cut at the same place!
That’s why he was able to cut off the steel rod with four swords and kill Xie Yong together!
"Do you understand?" Xu said in Zhang Lang's mind: "With powerful attack skills and at least three blocks, what are your chances of winning?"
"Less than 30%!" Zhang Lang said in his heart, but he had already opened his legs and walked towards the ring.
"You dare to go if it's less than 30%?" Xu seemed a little panicked.
"Currently it's less than 30%!" Zhang Lang said: "Every time he kills me, I get one more chance of winning! As long as I can survive, I will definitely be able to defeat him!"
As he spoke, Zhang Lang was already standing on the ring, banging his fists with his hands, preparing to face off against Jin Minghui.
"You have the guts!" Jin Minghui laughed and said, "It was just a warm-up, but you are the main course!"
With that said, he had already sheathed his sword and was about to rush towards Zhang Lang!
But at this moment, a shout came from the audience:
"stop!!"
The two of them turned to look, but it was Mr. Shen who stood up: "Both of you are first-class young talents, so the finals will naturally be more grand. There is no rush... I think you two are also tired. Why don't we do it tonight?"
Recharge your batteries and fight again tomorrow morning!"
Jin Minghui narrowed his eyes, and Zhang Lang also frowned.
"All right!"
The two said in unison.
"Very good!" Mr. Shen tied his long beard with his hands and nodded: "The two of you, please go back to the guest room to rest. I will send someone to eat later. Tomorrow morning, we look forward to the wonderful showdown between the two of you!"
Both of them got off the ring.
"You actually agreed?" Xu asked curiously: "I thought you would insist, and the guy opposite Huang Mao, I think he wants to fight more than you do! Why do you all agree to fight tomorrow?"
"Because we can't fight today!" Zhang Lang replied: "If the two of us insist on fighting, Mr. Shen will take action, and the Shen family disciples will also send out to forcefully separate us... When he stood up, he was releasing murderous intent
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"Why is this?" Xu asked curiously.
"I don't know..." Zhang Lang frowned: "Maybe something will happen tonight..."