The charred-faced warrior quickly pushed his body up and took a few steps back. He saw Long Xiaoshan showing a hint of disbelief.
The kick he just kicked not only failed to break Long Xiaoshan's foot, but actually kicked his own foot... and dislocated it.
But luckily it didn't stop.
It must have been an accident just now.
The scorched-faced warrior quickly broke the foot he was holding, and with a click, his foot returned to its normal position. He tried it, and found that there was no other damage except dislocation. It seemed that it was really a
Accident.
If Long Xiaoshan was really a brute force, then his leg should have been injured when he was violently dislocated.
hateful!
You shouldn't be so careless.
The charred-faced warrior was secretly angry. He didn't use all his strength just now to deal with a young man. He only used 30% of his strength.
He snorted coldly.
Scorched Yellow Face jumped up again, this time, he kicked out a series of kicks.
Seeing a series of leg shadows, the people below all cheered loudly. Although the scorched-faced warrior fell to the ground just now, it happened so quickly that no one understood the reason.
Only a handful of people saw the burnt-yellow-faced warrior's leg dislocated.
He came over with a cross-legged look on his face.
Long Xiaoshan did not directly defeat the opponent with brute force. What he wanted was the experience of fighting. Although Jiao Huanglian's strength and speed were not taken seriously by him, Jiao Huanglian's attack method was full of changes.
He kept dodging in the shadow of his legs.
The burnt-faced man kicked thirty-six times in one go, but none of them hit Long Xiaoshan.
"Grass, you just know how to hide."
"Are you here to escape or are you here to fight in the ring?"
People on the other side of the No. 17 stand shouted.
Long Xiaoshan seemed to hear the noise and stopped.
You are so young, you can be so impatient.
The charred face didn't expect Long Xiaoshan to stop hiding. He suddenly felt happy, the wind roared in his legs, and he kicked the thirty-seventh kick, which was also the decisive kick.
Click!
The burnt-yellow face heard a familiar voice again.
After landing, his legs twisted and he fell to the ground again.
I wipe it!
Jiao Huanglian found that his foot was dislocated again.
His heart sank.
If there is a dislocation, you can still say that the other party is a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.
Then the second time.
It definitely can't be a coincidence.
The burnt-faced man stood up again and pushed his feet back.
"I didn't see it, you are actually a master." He looked at the other party with a sullen face. His legs were kicked and dislocated twice, which made him feel huge humiliation, especially by a young boy.
"You have angered me. If you can still block my next kick, you win!"
The burnt-yellow face moved one foot forward and drew a half circle on the ground with one foot, and his aura changed.
The power of a yellow-level master was fully demonstrated.
The scorched-faced body suddenly started to move, making several small jumps in succession, and then suddenly struck a lightning-like kick into Long Xiaoshan's heart.
Cruel!
This is the real killer move for a burnt face.
Although it is not as gorgeous as the previous chain kick, only the masters present can see how powerful this kick is. It is a return to nature.
I saw a kick coming like lightning.
Long Xiaoshan looked slightly cautious.
He did not use absolute strength to crush him. Until now, he had not even used his true energy. The golden flames in his eyes lit up slightly. Under the influence of the Sky Eye, the movements of his scorched face were like slow motion in a movie.
Previously, he could easily detect the flaw in Scorched Face's kick.
But this kick seemed to be invulnerable.
But then it became a bit interesting. Long Xiaoshan finally showed some of his strength. He used the Wind-Destroying Kick, leg to leg, and in the roar, the two legs collided together.
Bang bang bang bang!
Suddenly many leg figures appeared on the ring.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan's outstretched legs, the people below discovered that Long Xiaoshan was not as weak as they thought. It could be seen from his outstretched legs that he was evenly matched with Jiao Huanglian.
Bang!
The winner was finally decided in the arena.
With the power of his heavenly eye, Long Xiaoshan caught the flaw in Jiao Huanglian's leg skills and swept Jiao Huanglian off the ring with one kick.
Seeing the start of the awesome coaxing, the master's lonely scorched face actually lost.
There was a burst of cheering from below.
With a scorched face and a red face, he left the venue without looking back.
Long Xiaoshan walked back amidst the cheers from the No. 5 stand.
In Box 1, the swordsman said calmly: "He finally showed his true ability. Yes, he is indeed close to the middle-level Huang level. A young man of this age can join the ranks of core disciples even in the Tang family."
In Box 2, Yu Cheng sneered: "It's not bad, but that's it. I kill him like a chicken."
When Long Xiaoshan returned to the box, Chuntao stood up and threw herself into his arms.
She was worried to death just now.
Long Xiaoshan comforted her before sitting down.
Next, the arena competition continues.
Although Long Xiaoshan showed good strength, he was soon overshadowed by the middle-aged swordsman and Yu Cheng who appeared next.
When two people come on the field, they both kill their opponents instantly.
A middle-aged swordsman stabbed a Muay Thai master with his sword.
Yu Cheng was even more ruthless. With one palm, his opponent's sternum was collapsed and his internal organs were shattered.
And looking at their performance, it was very easy and they didn't try their best at all.
In front of such a powerful person.
Long Xiaoshan's performance just now is completely worth mentioning.
The first round will soon be over.
Nine winners were determined and entered the second round.
Game 1 of the second round.
No. 8 and No. 10.
The first one to appear was Mo Shan again, and his opponent was No. 10, the king of black boxing, Wang Chao.
After a round of Demon Mountain violently killing Black Thorn and crushing Black Thorn's head, Magic Mountain's popularity soared to a new high. He aroused cheers from the audience as soon as he appeared on the scene. The king of black boxing, Wang Chao, although he was first
The game was also a clean victory, but it was far less popular than Magic Mountain's head-crushing victory.
And although Wang Chao is taller and stronger than Black Thorn Jing.
However, he is only 1.7 meters tall, and his lean body still looks like a doll in front of a body that is two meters tall and weighs 400 to 500 kilograms.
"Magic Mountain, tear him apart!"
"Magic Mountain, crush his head!"
"Magic Mountain..."
There were bursts of roars from below. In the face of such a bloody and exciting arena battle, everyone seemed to have forgotten that this was for the dragon head, and the darkness in everyone's heart burst out.
The two people stood on the ring.
Wang Chao's face was indifferent, as if he didn't know that the meat mountain in front of him had just crushed a person's head.
Magic Mountain still looks silly, but no one will compare him with a fool anymore. What he hides under his silly appearance is a heart like a monster.
The war drums sounded, Wang Chao made a wrong step and kicked out quickly.
Bang!
This foot sank deeply into the belly of the magic mountain.
The fat all over Mo Shan's body was trembling violently, and he took a step back. This showed Wang Chao's strength. He took a sharp breath, and the layers of fat actually covered Wang Chao's entire leg. Wang Chao
Suddenly I felt like I was being pulled by a huge suction force, as if I was being sucked into the mouth of an octopus.
