Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Chapter 477: In the Battle of Ho Linger and Autumn Cicada

This battle between martial arts masters, assassins and Christian priests in the Arab world is also a very classic and very short time.

The great master of Arab martial arts, Hobo, showed his true strength, and the charm and strangeness of ancient Arab martial arts. Makes a lot of people in the room feel a little creepy.

At the same time, after Hobo killed his opponent, when he shouted "Augustus” at a group of places where Western European countries gathered, he attracted the attention of many people present to the center of that bunch of priests.

There were so many masters here who discovered the priest of Christian civilization, dressed in a platinum-colored priest robe, buried his head deep.

As long as he is a master, he can feel that the man in the platinum-colored priest's robe, called "Augustus”, is absolutely no ordinary feat.

“This man is in prison... ”

Wang Chao also projected his eyes there.

After his eyes were projected, he came up with a four-word assessment.

“Unexpectedly, Christianity also has the best martial arts, killing techniques. I have been studying martial arts for many years, but I have always thought of them as Christians, only to spread the gospel of God, etc. Although the novels say that some people in the Holy See have great fighting power, in reality I have never seen force in the Holy See. ”

Hollywood spits in the airway.

This time it's kind of upsetting some of her thinking.

In some novels, the Christian Holy See was described as divine, with masters as clouds, etc., but in reality, there were no masters or martial artists in the Holy See, but now, at the critical time of the martial arts congress, a few jumped out.

“In the Middle Ages, ten East expeditions, the Catholic knights were very skilled in martial arts. By now, there are no so-called knights, but as a religion, it cannot be without its own system of force. It's just that their system of force, unlike the army, is different from the martial arts world, it just doesn't intersect with us. However, it is clear to me that every year the Holy See has a group of people entering the counter-terrorism systems of States and clandestine confrontations with Islamic organizations. So they are indispensable in action. And once, the Holy See invited Shaolin's martial arts monks to become coaches. ”

Yan Yuanyi interface channel.

“So wait and see what happens to the priests, and don't be surprised if an authentic Shaolin punch comes out. ”

In previous years, on one occasion, an institution of the Catholic Holy See did not know what was going on. After watching the performance of Chinese Shaolin Wushu monks, Shaolin Wushu monks were invited to become professors and teach martial arts at universities specializing in theology. The news, at the time, caused quite a stir.

Yan Yuanyi also said this to the Chinese people present, don't think that the Christian priests do not use force, in fact, there are some people, there is real battle, there is experience, there is also a deep study of martial arts around the world.

After all, the information is exploding now. It's hard to hide anything in your armpit.

The battle revealed some of the strength of the Muslim martial arts community, as well as the hidden power of European fighters. The martial artists of Tehua are all cautioned in the dark.

Above the big screen, flashing rapidly.

The third battle was between a Thai boxer and the Indian Yoga Association. After a few rounds of fighting, Thai boxers smashed the legs of yoga masters on one knee and ended the fight. It only took less than three minutes.

The next fourth battle, it's Chinese martial artists' turn.

The list of the fourth battle on the big screen is Zhang Shaogong, and the other one is a Russian nameless man, Khmerlov.

Zhang Shaogang was not a boxer in the overseas Chinese community, but was born in a regular class, a student of Shaobei Martial Arts School, and had won the national martial arts competition championship. Of course, it was not a contest, but a circuit contest scored by the judges.

However, there is no doubt that Zhang Shaogong's work is there, as well as a painstaking shelf.

Wang Chao also looked at this person's name in Liao Junhua's office and was a candidate list of former Wudao Congress seeders.

However, Wang Chao closed his eyes when this Shao Zhang just walked to the center of the site and met the Russian Khmerlov.

Because in his eyes, victory and defeat have been divided, and life and death have been decided.

Zhang Shaogang is a young man, twenty-five and six years old, with a long and strong body, as calm as a cow. At first glance, he knew he was a master, but opposite him, Khmerlov was a man with blue eyes and no expression on his face.

This man, just a glance, feels as violent as a polar bear, as agile as a wolf, as hawk-like eyes, as cunning as a fox.

In short, this untold Russian, Khmerlov, seems to contain a synthetic gene of some of the world's ferocious beasts.

As soon as you stand in front of people, you feel like a demon.

Therefore, when Khmerlov stood face to face in front of Zhang Shaogang, Zhang Shaogang's body shivered independently and then adjusted his breathing for a long time before stabilizing.

But just as it stabilized, the heartless bell rang.

The battle begins.

Zhang Shaoguang shouted, preempted, preempted, and stepped forward, punching straight at Khmerlov's face door. The punch came out, and the blast was like a blast, showing speed and strength.

However, Khmerlov casually skewed his head, and the brutal light flashed in his eyes. Somehow, Zhang Shaoguang, staring at his eyes, seemed to be frightened by the other party's eyes again, and his physical reaction slightly shivered. He was then moved by Khmerlov's knife and cut over the carotid aorta. He pounced on the ground.

After Khmerlov cut his opponent with a knife, he didn't stop. He stepped on it and stepped right into Zhang Shaogang's lungs, as if stepping on a balloon!

The lungs were stepped on.

People are dead.

Clean and horrible.

At the martial arts convention, the Chinese first died. It was the Russians who died.

The huge martial arts team in the country suddenly burst into shouts, several of them made angry shouts, many of the martial arts team young people rushed down and the scene suddenly became very bloody.

However, Wang Chao did not wrinkle this, because this situation is too normal. Liao Junhua's domestic martial arts team is large, but most of them are practitioners with only strength, skill, and no real combat experience. Usually practice routine and play other games, that's more than a swim blade, but it's not enough to encounter a life and death fight like Wudao Congress.

If martial arts are to be fought in action, people must be killed and blood must be seen.

Where are these martial arts groups in the country that kill people in action?

If you don't kill people, they'll kill you.

Besides, Liao Junhua's team also has some water products, which are related to the high bonuses and attendance fees of the Wudao Congress.

How can a man like that survive this congress?

The next five, six, seven to twenty-nine fights prove that.

Before dawn, there were 29 battles between the two sides, Arabs, Americans, Europeans, Thai boxers, Indians from the Yoga Association, blacks, Europeans and, of course, Chinese.

These 29 battles were very unsatisfactory to the Chinese martial arts community.

Chinese martial artists, they actually lost half of it. Three of them died, three wounded, one lifelong crippled, two concussions. The Chinese who lost were all members of the domestic martial arts community organized by Liao Junhua.

Of course, these Chinese martial artists, they're not top characters, they're average. In some ways, the fighting level, with the exception of the top masters, the entire middle and lower circles of the Chinese are inevitably a little different than the Western fights.

These twenty-nine battles lasted until the dawn of daylight.

The battle at the thirtieth field was the last battle of the morning.

After thirty battles, it's breakfast time.

Everyone at the venue has an hour of breakfast, followed by an hour of rest. Two hours later, the fighting continued.

So this martial arts congress for at least a month is very overloaded. Definitely different from general sporting events. Of course, all the people here are good at it. Can't you eat it? Then you're not even eligible to participate.

These people are not athletes and the martial arts congress is different from the Olympics.

However, for such intense arrangements, none of the masters in the venue had the strength to do so. The experts who can participate in this martial arts congress are determined, determined to kill, resilient, and extremely patient. Of course you don't care about the high load of this.

Some of these mercenaries are good at staying in the jungle for days and days without eating or drinking. Now the environment of the martial arts congress is no less heavenly for them.

The last battle before the break, all eyes on the big screen.

The flashing names of the computers on the big screen are still light monsters, but at this point in time, in everyone's eyes, these flashing names seem to have a thick layer of blood on them.

Occasionally someone sees their name in flashing characters, and it's a heartbeat.

Nothing else, the first 29 fights, they were so tragic, the chances of death and injury were so high, the last 29 fights, basically every time, one person died, or was seriously injured. There is no intact.

Now in the thirtieth battle, of the five or six thousand people present, there are ninety-nine out of nine who do not want their turn.

Almost everyone wants the last breakfast of their lives.

Nobody wants to eat even the last breakfast, and they fight and hang up.

But the display on the screen was heartless, not shifted to the will of the person, and the screen scrolled, eventually stopping, showing the names of the two people.

Tangmen, Huo Linger, China.

Hongmen, China, Autumn Cicada.

(To be continued)