If anyone else sees this battle, they will be amazed by the combat special effects of "Wushuang".
Then I saw the long sword in Wang Yiyuan's hand like a rainbow. The light of the sword turned into a ferocious green dragon. The sharp claws, ferocious scales and the bursts of dragon roars that came from time to time - most people would be taken aback even if they came close.
He was injured by the vicious beast's own evil spirit.
But it was far from enough to face Gongsun Fan.
The giant ram-horn hammer in Gongsun Fan's hand was light and easy, but when he swung it, it turned into a black giant several feet tall. His whole body was invulnerable. The pair of iron hands with a metallic luster tightly pinched the green dragon, although his actions were not counted.
It was fast, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the green dragon had already lost the upper hand during the fight.
If Wang Yiyuan's sword technique is the ultimate attack, then Gongsun Fan's giant hammer is an airtight wall.
"Mu-doo-mu-doo-mu!"
Wang Yiyuan has already used his sword skills to the extreme, and the [Yanyue] in his hand is cutting faster and faster - but the Gongsun Fan opposite who is wielding a giant hammer is like a turtle with a hard shell with spikes, no matter how bright the sword is,
Quickly, Gongsun Fanjun can block it steadily, then suddenly sticks out his head and gives you a hard bite with his sharp teeth.
Just like now.
"It's my turn!"
I saw Gongsun Fan swinging the giant hammer - the pair of curved horns on the giant hammer were not just decorations. The horns were as strong as a pair of barbs, but they firmly hooked Wang Yiyuan's [Yue Yue]
Blade!
Then he saw the giant hammer in Gongsun Fan's hand dancing like a whirlwind. Wang Yiyuan's offensive stalled, and what followed was a huge rotating force on the hammer.
"Let go!"
Wang Yiyuan's strength was judged to be weaker than that of Gongsun Fan. The constant twisting power coming from the weapon almost made Wang Yiyuan unable to hold the long sword, and [Yan Yue] was about to fly away!
pill!
Wang Yiyuan was gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on. If the weapon was lost, he would have no choice but to be slaughtered.
At a critical moment, Wang Yiyuan gained wisdom in his desperation.
I saw him kicking his feet hard on the ground and his body rising off the ground.
The next second, under the influence of the power coming from the [Yan Yue], Wang Yiyuan was like a salted fish tied to a skewer and flipped and baked, constantly turning 360°×N in the air.
Somersault action.
In this scene as violent as a drum washing machine, all skills and tactics are just a joke.
The only thing Wang Yiyuan could do was to grit his teeth and hold on to the handle of the knife in his hand.
There was also a faint sound of fierce quarrels in the middle.
"Give labor and management a break!"
"I don't!"
"Let go ah ah ah!"
"I won't - vomit~"
[Vomiting]: You can't help it anymore. You need a toilet now...vomit~
Fortunately, it's just a game. If it were in reality, just by spinning like this, the dizziness on the head would be enough to make Wang Yiyuan faint. But even so, Wang Yiyuan's mouth has begun to spray out various mosaics.
The vomit was like a rotating showerhead, spraying evenly around the martial arts stage with Gongsun Fan's swing.
The scene was very disgusting for a moment.
Especially at the edge of the martial arts stage was the general stage where Gongsun Zan and others were watching. It was within the coverage of the attack of the rain of flowers. For a moment, all the soldiers on the stage fled in all directions and were completely defeated.
Fortunately, the speed of rotation is getting slower and slower.
Even if Gongsun Fan was born with supernatural powers, it would be extremely laborious to spin a big windmill with a giant hammer, a long knife weighing dozens of kilograms, and a strong man weighing almost two hundred kilograms.
thing.
The giant hammer danced slower and slower, and finally, when it reached the lowest point, it stopped completely.
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Due to excessive force, the muscles in Gongsun Fan's arms had been strained, and for a while he could not exert any strength at all - with a sound of "clang", the giant ram-horn hammer slipped from Gongsun Fan's fingertips and hit the ground heavily.
And the next second, Gongsun Fan's legs softened and he was half-kneeling on the ground, and began to breathe heavily.
How did things become like this?
Gongsun Fan lowered his arms feebly. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Wang Yiyuan who was lying on the ground nearby, still holding the handle of the long knife tightly in his hand. However, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
Originally, he just wanted to seize the opponent's weapon and make him retreat. Who would have thought that the guy in front of him was as stubborn and annoying as an invincible little strongman.
Gongsun Zan avoided the vomit that was splashing everywhere with some disgust, his eyes passed over the martial arts field, and then slowly fell on Tian Chou beside him.
"It seems the outcome has been decided."
At this time, one of the two people on the court fell to the ground, but the other could still stand up half-kneeling and make a judgment.
"Lord Gongsun, it's not a win-win-win situation..."
"I regretted it? Is there a problem? And looking at Master Wang, I think even if he is given a chance to fight for a third time, he may not be able to stand up and continue fighting, right?"
This place has always been the territory of the Gongsun family, and the rules were set by Gongsun Zan himself.
Tian Chou wanted to say something more, but his expression changed after all, and he swallowed back the words that rushed to his throat.
Already tried our best.
What is more important right now is the safety of the envoy Wang Yiyuan.
"Then, I declare that the winner of the bet is Gongsun..."
"etc!"
A military attache walked onto the martial arts arena and was about to announce the results. Suddenly, the military attache's calf was grabbed by a strong hand, and Wang Yiyuan's slightly tired voice rang out.
"I can still fight."
But Gongsun Zan didn't seem to hear anything. He only glanced at the military attache.
"Why don't you say anything? Go ahead and declare the winner."
The military attache understood and continued to announce, regardless of the force coming from his calf.
"The winner is Gongsun...ahhh, help!"
Before he finished speaking, the military attaché felt a lightness under his feet - Wang Yiyuan had climbed up at some point, and grabbed his waist and calves with two palms respectively, but lifted the military attaché directly above his head.
"I said, I can still fight! Are you so damn deaf!"
The next second, the military attache was thrown outside the field like a rag bag - he rolled and crawled and knelt in front of Gongsun Zan.
I saw Gongsun Zan kicking the military attache away, and then looked at the field with an expressionless face.
"Since you can still fight, let's continue."
Wang Yiyuan's head was obviously still a little unclear, and there were even stains of vomit hanging from the corners of his mouth - he nodded to Gongsun Zan as a signal, and then stumbled to pick up his [Yanyue] long hair from the ground.
knife.
On the other side, although Gongsun Fan recovered some strength and could stand up normally, his hands still couldn't use any strength.
He watched Wang Yiyuan put the long knife on his neck, but he smiled freely.