"咻咻" Two young figures shot directly into the field, and as they entered, the roar on the field became more and more deafening. Under this noise, Du Feiyu finally had to smile bitterly and shake his head, and the fighting spirit quickly covered his eardrums.
A thin protective film is formed here, isolating the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
"Boom" the bell rang again, and the two young men in the center of the field cupped their hands with each other, then slammed the soles of their feet on the ground and shot towards each other.
During the "Huhu" shooting, the two of them each had a substance-like fighting spirit armor emerging from their bodies. Under the wrapping of the fighting spirit armor, their speed increased even more, and they collided like two humanoid tanks.
"They are all three-star blood Shura. It looks like we are going to have a fierce battle." Du Feiyu narrowed his eyes and secretly felt a sweat for the two of them. He knew that in this situation where a life and death certificate was signed, if the strength
If the difference is too big, some people will admit defeat and step down. But it is the battles between the same level that are often the most brutal, and even end in a fight to the death.
"Bang" In the blink of an eye, the two people on the field collided hard. A wave of air rippled violently. The two figures separated at the touch of a touch and retreated to their original positions. At this moment, the two of them were separated.
On the vindictive armor, there were a handprint and a footprint printed on the front of the chest. Obviously, neither of them could benefit from it.
"Chi!" One of them had a cold look on his face. With a flick of his palm, a dark green vindictive spear condensed and took shape in his hand. Then the spear body shook, turning into thousands of cold rays of light and stabbing directly at the latter.
"Hey!" The other person was not to be outdone. He pushed his palm towards the stage, and a wave of air blew the nearby personnel unsteady. And while he was shaking, the palm of his hand also made a violent movement.
, the thrust instantly transformed into a fierce suction force, forcefully pulling a chair over from under the audience's buttocks.
"Click" he took the chair in his hands and opened it with both hands, and the hard wooden purple purlin chair shattered into a thick leg in his hands. After doing this, the guy's figure suddenly shot out.
came out, turned into a black line, and fiercely connected with the opponent in a very eye-stimulating way.
"Boom" a huge explosion sounded again, but this time the two people did not separate immediately, but seemed to be glued together, fighting with guns and sticks, completely fighting for their lives.
The Power Gang selection competition is held every three years. They have waited too long for this competition, and naturally no one is willing to give up this rare opportunity. As the so-called two tigers fight, one of them must be injured, and the outcome of these two people must be the same.
It can only end if one party is seriously injured and eliminated or even dies. A battle that was originally intended to be a competition, easily and instantly transformed into a life-or-death struggle.
The attitude of the two fighting each other to the death also made Du Feiyu a little speechless. Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has participated in countless competitions, large and small, but none of them have been as popular as today.
It feels so tragic. On the entire continent, perhaps only forces like the Power Gang can organize such a match that is almost a battle to the death, and can also afford such losses.
"Humph" suddenly heard a muffled groan on the playing field. It turned out that the player using the fighting spirit spear had some time to attack and was seized by the opponent. He hit the shoulder hard with a stick. In this full blow
Under this, the fighting spirit armor on his body also dented quickly, and a muffled sound came from his throat. However, this guy was also a ruthless man. He took a stick from the opponent but did not retreat. He gritted his teeth and stabbed the opponent in the thigh with a gun.
superior.
"Chi" Although the fighting spirit spear did not penetrate the opponent's thigh, it still passed through the protection of the fighting spirit armor and penetrated into the opponent's flesh.
"%......" Just when everyone thought that the two would separate and fight again, the two people on the field burst into angry curses from their throats, and then they each put aside their weapons and launched a close-fitting battle.
fight.
"Bang bang bang bang" fists and soles of feet landed hard on each other, but both sides gritted their teeth and only focused on attacking.
"Ruthless enough." Seeing this desperate posture, Jinghong also secretly swallowed his saliva. How could this be a competition? It was just like two rough guys fighting for their lives.
Zhao Qingliu's eyes flickered, staring closely at the two people on the field, and his smooth forehead wrinkled slightly. They were originally full of confidence, but now they also felt a little stressed.
"Poof!" At this moment, the result of the stalemate on the arena finally came to an end. The guy who originally used the grudge spear was kicked away by the opponent, and then he followed closely.
The attack followed closely like a shadow, landing hard on the same point. The violent force was poured out, and finally broke through his fighting spirit armor. The last punch hit his heart, hitting him until he vomited blood.
Fei, fell on the stage. I don’t know if his heart was broken. After the guy landed, his whole body kept convulsing, and large amounts of blood continued to gush out from his mouth.
"First round, Fang Haosheng." Jia Lao's eyes did not waver due to this tragic scene, and he announced the results of this round calmly. The staff at the edge of the field quickly came to the field and carried the injured person off.
.
"The second round..." Jia Lao casually pulled out two bamboo sticks from the big wooden barrel again, glanced at it and said: "Long Shishi versus Zhao Qingliu"
Hearing this, Jinghong's eyes fell on Zhao Qingliu, with worry in his eyes.
"Don't worry." When he came to Jinghong's side, Zhao Qingliu reached out and gently pulled him and whispered.
"Be careful." Jinghong nodded solemnly and rubbed his hands together, but found that his palms were full of sweat. Obviously, he was more worried about Zhao Qingliu's competition than his own battle.
"Qingliu, that guy is one star stronger than you. You must be careful. If it doesn't work, just retreat." Just when Zhao Qingliu was about to go on stage, Du Feiyu's eyes suddenly fell on a certain position in the waiting seats, and he lowered his head.
He ordered in a voice. Where his eyes fell, a graceful girl stood up.
"I got it." Zhao Qingliu nodded, lightly touched the ground with the sole of his foot, and then landed on the stage like a wild goose spreading its wings. When she fell into the arena, the woman in the other waiting seat also
He also turned over and jumped into the field.
"Nice to meet you." He raised his head and glanced at this opponent whose appearance was no less impressive than his own. Zhao Qingliu cupped his fists slightly and said loudly.
"Hmph, you're just being hypocritical. Let's make a move later and see Zhenzhang again." However, the other party did not appreciate Zhao Qingliu's politeness and looked away with a snort.
"Dong" the bell rang, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense...
"Don't worry too much. Although that guy is stronger, Qingliu has wood attribute fighting spirit. As long as he plays steadily, there is still a chance of winning." Du Feiyu came to Jinghong's side and patted the latter's slightly stiff head due to worry.
Shoulders, smiled.
"It doesn't matter whether she wins or not, as long as she is safe and sound." Jinghong nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He had always been full of confidence in Du Feiyu, and now that he has made such a judgment, he should have some confidence.
The two women on the field did not take any action because of the sound of the bell. They seemed to be brewing something, and their bodies fell into silence.
After the "bang" moment, Long Shishi's delicate body suddenly rose up like a little she-cat, and then suddenly flicked, and with an explosion of energy, it shot towards Zhao Qingliu like lightning.
"Boom!" Green light suddenly surged out from Zhao Qingliu's body, and a dark green flower sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He held up the blossoming sword flower and faced his opponent.
"Hiss" Long Shishi seemed weak, but as soon as his body got close to Zhao Qingliu, jet-black steel claws suddenly shot out from his delicate hands, like a crazy cat demon, attacking with all his might.
"Chi Chi Chi!" A series of dark afterimages flashed through the air, hooking towards Zhao Qingliu's fair and slender neck like a life-threatening scythe, with deadly moves.
Because of Du Feiyu's advice, Zhao Qingliu's pretty face sank slightly, and the flower sword in his hand struck east and west, neutralizing all the opponent's attacks. She has a wood attribute of fighting spirit, and her attack power is no better than that of other attributes of fighting spirit.
So she could only rely on her quick recovery of fighting spirit and wait patiently for the fighter plane to arrive.
Long Shishi's attack lasted for about a quarter of an hour. After making no obvious achievements, her delicate body also ejected back and landed on the ground. Her plump breasts rose and fell gently. It was obvious that this attack was also draining on her.
great.
"Chi" when he saw the other party retreating, Zhao Qingliu naturally would not let go of this opportunity. He approached fiercely, bending the foil sword in his hand into a mysterious arc and fighting forward.
Since she was competing for the speed of fighting spirit recovery, she naturally would not give the opponent a chance to breathe.
"Enough" Seeing Zhao Qingliu take the initiative to attack, Long Shishi's heart was filled with rage. He didn't even bother to take a breath, and once again launched a new round of fierce attack. But under her fierce attack, Zhao Qingliu's offensive suddenly changed.
, returned to the state of perseverance again.
"Xiao Nizi did a good job, as long as it lasts for another quarter of an hour, the fighter plane will arrive." Seeing Zhao Qingliu's steady and steady appearance, Du Feiyu also breathed a sigh of relief, patted Jinghong's shoulder and said with a smile.
At this moment, there was silence in the viewing gallery, and countless spectators stared at the battlefield with their mouths wide open. When the two beautiful girls appeared, they paid more attention to their graceful figures, and it was not until this moment that they clearly realized
, not all beautiful women are just vases for people to watch. Women can sometimes become deadly weapons for killing people. And the fighting power of these two delicate women now is, compared to the first battle,
It is undoubtedly more stimulating to the eyeballs and more likely to arouse the interest of these male animals...
"It's almost over." The battle continued for another quarter of an hour. Du Feiyu, who was staring closely at the battlefield, suddenly grinned and said softly.