Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Despite the fact that those present had gone through seven or eight days of martial arts congresses and had become accustomed to bloody killing, the battle scene between Hobo and Yue Peng, two top Tan Jin players, was almost beyond some psychological capacity.

The fighting between the two can be described as not having any waves, nor showing any speed of power, but just as this seemed to intertwine and pull each other, hooking the legs, suddenly the limbs split and the body tore apart. Such a strong contrast creates tremendous misalignment and shock.

The viewers in the room seemed a little overwhelmed until Hobo was lifted out by the Wudao General Assembly staff and the crowd responded, making noises of indignation, panic, exclamation, anger, rejoicing, or gasping.

Once Hobo was defeated, the world's martial arts masters were already unique to the Chinese family. No longer shakes the position of the rest of the Chinese at the top.

And the top ten martial arts congress leaders have been basically wrapped up by the Chinese.

Everyone here understands that Hobo lost and that this martial arts congress was largely a success. The intention of the world's martial arts masters to shake the Chinese army has been completely turned into a shadow.

“Shh...”

Once Hobo loses, the most relieved is Liao Junhua.

The remaining potential masters of the martial arts congress are all Chinese. As for the other sporadic foreign experts, none of them could achieve a climate. They were also killed by a group of young rookies such as Ho Linger, Luo Xiaomeng, Wang Hongji and others.

“When Hobo dies, the martial arts congress enters the real end. This unprecedented martial arts congress, I wonder how it will continue to spread in thousands of years, will it become a myth? A myth about ourselves Chinese. ”

Liao Junhua's heart fluctuated and he couldn't calm down. He had a thousand emotions in his heart.

“It's just... There is also a demonic giant who seems to never be defeated and sits still.” After Liao Junhua's trendy emotions, his eyes looked at the young man with long brows, the god leader sitting on the podium.

This mysterious figure, who has been around for decades, seems to be getting younger and younger, turns out to be a young man, and now watching closely, there seems to be a shadow of a teenager between the eyebrows, giving a sense of a gradual return to old age.

He sat on the podium, surrounded by large pieces, and no one approached him.

“After the last war he and Wang Chao had witnessed, there was no regret in my heart, even if I was no longer involved in politics in the future. ”

Liao Junhua thought of that moment and unexpectedly relaxed.

“Huh? Linger and Fan Junqi are matched by a fierce man. ”

After Liao Junhua was connected, he was in a particularly happy mood. Suddenly, he saw the big computer screen flashing up against each other.

Holly.

Fan Yaoqi.

“This is really a battle of key names, the top ten candidates to the martial arts congress have begun the final battle.” Liao Junhua knew that once Hobo died, the top 10 of the martial arts congress would only arise among Wang Chao, God's leader, Baliming, Yan Yuanyi, Fengzhi, Chen Taiyi, Yue Peng, Huo Linger, Wang Hongji, Luo Xiaomeng, Fan Yuqi, Liu Jiajun, Zhao Xinglong, Bai Quan Yi and Zhu Hongzhi.

Hobo's death broke the last bit of confidence of foreign snipers, and he withdrew heavily, and now there are fewer than twenty more people in the martial arts congress.

The rest are not Chinese, only an old Gracie Jujutsu, the same age as Zhu Hongzhi, named Rail. Gracie. And there's an old Shamandu practicing yoga. And an old Russian Pussy.

These three are old people, just like Zhu Hongzhi.

In the great martial arts, they did not have any excellent battles. When they encountered Tan Jin, they abstained, and when they encountered strength, they won. After everyone exhausted the opportunity to abstain three times, they came to the end of the martial arts congress.

These three men are not mountainous at all, they are not exposed to water. Nor has it attracted attention. It wasn't until the end that almost all of us noticed that there were three old men still in there!

And these three old men won't back down after Hobo's tragic defeat!

All of this, of course, is in the eyes of someone with a heart.

At the end of the martial arts congress, fewer than twenty people, no one can hide, all with real strength.

By then, Ho Linger, Fan Qiqi and the others had entered the arena.

Two outstanding Chinese rookies finally fought each other.

Fan Qiqi also performed extremely well in the final phase of the martial arts convention, becoming an eight-polar master known for his ferocity. The battle either struck the enemy with a ruptured skeleton or a broken gut or a ruptured skull. And even if you're good at it, there's absolutely no entanglement. Killing opponents is clean.

After so many killings, Fan Yuqi has already called out the title "Little Li Shuwen” in many Chinese community circles.

So when I looked at Holly face to face, Fan Zhiqi didn't show any weakness in breath, but was getting stronger and stronger.

“Six months ago, I lost the first battle with your master Wang Chao in Tangmen, Nanyang, and he wrote another three years of language on my clothes. I'll take back a little interest from you today. ”

Eyes on Ho Linger, Fan Qiqi's breath is intense and intense, like a burning magma, to burn everything clean. He is undisguised in his efforts to stimulate the pneumoconiosis.

Huo Linger did not answer him, but rather looked at his nose, his nose, his mind, his hand extended forward, and he pointed remotely at Fan Qi, and at the same time she also extended her foot forward, such as the plow towards each other's midline.

Huo Linger's move is a trisomy style, but it doesn't twist his waist, buckle his knees, and make a spiral posture of dragon fold, but is natural, loose and collapsed.

However, Fan Yuqi suddenly had the feeling that Holly had an eye on her hand and was uncomfortable staring at herself, as if she was a prey stared at by a lion cheetah.

At the same time, another uncomfortable feeling came from Ho Linger's toe, which seemed to have one eye, like a snake, staring at itself.

Even more shocking to Fan Qiqi, Huo Linger's forehead felt the same way. He also seemed to have an eye open on his forehead, staring at himself, creepy.

Though Holly's eyes did not look at Fan Qiqi, Fan Qiqi felt the strong hostility coming from her forehead, fingertips and toes, as if facing three powerful enemies at the same time.

“What's going on? Did she go into the Dan Dao realm of coagulation?” Fan Huiqi was shocked.

Between them, the bells of the martial arts congress rang.

Huo Linger suddenly did it without saying a word. He punched and swept directly and then changed into a direct collision, hitting the heart socket.

A simple “rampage”, but vigorous and fast.

However, Fan Zhiqi sensed a clear threat from the toes of Ho Linger and realized that the real killings were at the feet of the other party.

Fan Qiqi turned his body and stepped forward. He shook the ground and shook his elbow, "Dragon Phoenix nodded”. He caught Holly's “horizontal ram” and kicked his back leg out with it. A strong leg wind burst into Holly's knee.

He wants to go first, kick Holly's leg off.

But, unexpectedly, Huo Linger's leg didn't come out at all, but his foot spinned and his body slipped out like a mud.

“Bad? It's fascinating to me with blood.” Fan Zhiqi had just reacted, and one leg of the spinning Ho Linger had reached the inside of his posterior hip.

At the first stroke of Qianjun, Fan Qiqi's legs turned, his thigh muscles rubbed, aroused, relieved some of Holly's strength, and then took a hard leg.

Boom! ‘He slipped back a few steps, a soft body, kneeling on one knee.

Huo Linger's leg, though mysterious, was confused by the blood and blood of the opponent. It did not condense. His strength was reduced by a few points, but it kept him stiff. However, although there were no broken muscles, it was still painful and the muscles were a little dysfunctional.

“Want me to do it? ”

Fan Qiqi knelt on the ground alone and was about to roll the donkey over to get out, in case Ho Linger had a chance to chase him.

Although he had just suffered a leg, which could be described as a total downwind, he knew that as long as he did not have broken bones, he could fight with physical resistance, and he could continue to struggle for a chance.

But who knows, Holly didn't catch up at all, but stood still with her hands on her back.

“If you still want to do it, I'll give you three minutes to rest, get your blood moving and restore your injured leg. ”

Huo Linger said arrogantly.

“You...”

After Fan Zhiqi heard the sound, an uncompressible rage arose in his heart.

But when he turned his eyes, he pressed the anger down, stood up and measured Holly with a cold eye. “Don't weaken my fighting spirit. You want me to quit now? Unfortunately, your plan is wrong. Since you give me three minutes off, don't regret it. ”

Fan Qiqi spoke while massaging the area of his leg with his hand.

By the end of the conversation, his leg ache had disappeared.

“You just confused me with Qi Blood, but you showed me your strength. Although your Qi Blood reached the point of coagulation, you still have some time left to practice, your strength can not increase dramatically, otherwise that foot could have broken my bone. ”

Fan Qiqi's voice is getting colder and more confident.

“Then come on. ”

Holly ignored Fan Qiqi's language, shook her hand, and couldn't speak with style and obedience, giving her the feeling that all victories were entirely in her hands.

This style is clearly higher than Fan Qi Qi.

(To be continued)