Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Xinglong, I can't believe that we actually persisted in this martial arts congress to the last point. Although our battle is related to the ranking of the top ten players in the world, it doesn't have to be divided between birth and death. Frankly, I can persevere here. My heart has been frank. I have a suggestion. I don't know what you think. ”

Just as Zhao Xinglong and Liu Jiajun were facing each other, Liu Jiajun suddenly spoke.

“Hmm?”

Zhao Xinglong heard this speech and felt the breath on Liu Jiajun. There was not a bit of fighting brutality. Like what he said, there was no idea of killing and struggling. It was truly straightforward.

So Zhao Xinglong said happily: “What do you suggest? ”

“The old rules, mate. ”

Liu Jiajun smiled gently.

When he said that, the whole place suddenly went wild.

Many did not expect Liu Jiajun to propose such a gentle method of duel at the most intense juncture of the martial arts congress, the final stage of life and death struggle.

Together, it was supposed to be the Republic of China when the old master of national art had good communication with each other. It could test the depth of kung fu and avoid the death and injury caused by physical struggle.

But such a hand can't test the kung fu of the real battle. In the real battle, it can change, life and death instantaneously, and it's not what a hand can tell.

Now that Liu Jiajun has proposed such a gentle confrontation, it is too inconsistent with the fierce fighting atmosphere of the Martial Arts Congress.

This is like suddenly injecting an emotional detail into a horror film, and it actually drastically diminishes the bloody tension.

“Well, what's the hurry? Give it a try, it's on my mind. ”

Zhao Xinglong smiled and was in a great mood.

With a smile on their face, they seem to have completely forgotten the bloody battle of the top ten martial arts congresses, forgotten the fame of Lilu, two young masters, easily communicating.

Standing tall, four hands together, like Tai Chi pushers.

When the bell rang, both of them moved at the same time, Zhao Xinglong held his breath, his hands slightly drummed, he sent it up, his elbows pushed hard, and he used the "thrust gun” in the octapole fist, but his strength didn't go away.

Liu Jiajun stepped back, pulled his hand backwards, used a "slow grinding" to grab Zhao Xinglong's momentum, waiting for the other party's balance to be exhausted, pushed back.

Zhao Xinglong's body turned slightly, his stomach held up, his feet backwards, his hands collapsed, and he lifted up. He actually wanted the challenge to crumble Liu Jiajun.

Liu Jiajun's eyebrows upright, his feet planted, pressed down, suddenly spinning under his feet, it turned out to be the "five-star Lianzhu” school of excellence.

Zhao Xinglong's next inaction led to a slight loss of balance and a backward shift in the center of gravity.

“Ok!” Liu Jiajun's eyes lit up. He turned around with his own hands. The eight-polar challenging beam followed the exhibition. Zhao Xinglong was to be picked flying.

However, in this important can, Zhao Xinglong's body shook left and right, suddenly like the ground sinking, as if it were a reef washed by 10,000 years of sea water, no matter how Liu Jiajun picked it, none of it could move.

Just now Liu Jiajun did not provoke, Zhao Xinglong immediately countered, his hands still sticking, pressed down, and once pressed, Liu Jiajun felt a strong surge, his body was forced to autonomously successively several large steps, retreating the unloading force, while his hands were leaving Zhao Xinglong's hand.

Two hands, no more together.

“Hmm? Star Dragon, what kind of kung fu were you?” After Liu Jiajun split up, he didn't continue to do it, but asked in surprise.

“It was three years of my practice at the bottom of the ocean, and I settled my body based on dark streams, and I created a pose called the 'pin'. ”

Zhao Xinglong laughed.

“Good hand to fix the needle, really smart, I lost a hand, today it is much better, come long!” Liu Jiajun smiled and gently walked out of the field, such a handsome, breaking the hearts of countless people.

Although Liu Jiajun admitted to losing, many of the masters in the room felt that the teenager had a unique charm.

At the same time, Zhao Xinglong, this battle between Liu Jiajun, is arguably the most peaceful of the martial arts congresses.

But the expert can see that the skill and skill of this opponent is no easier than the battle between life and death, and the gold content is very high.

At this time, there are still 12 of Wang Chao, God, Baliming, Yan Yuanyi, Fengzhi, Yue Peng, Huo Linger, Luo Xiaomeng, Tan Wendong, Bai Quan Yi, Zhu Hongzhi.

The last twelve members of the martial arts congress, that is, two more fights, the elimination of two, and the 10 seats will be truly fixed.

Everyone began to look up and finalize the two rankings for quotas.

The computer's big screen, infinitely flashing, is rated above two names.

Holly.

Luo Xiaomeng.

“Giggle, giggle.” Seeing his name, Luo Xiaomeng went on, his eyes glanced down at Holly: “Shall we also play a hand like Xinglong, Jiajun? ”

Holly lifted her hand: “I heard you and Long Eyebrow learned kung fu for a while. You've learned all his boxing skills. You can count him as his heir. I'm fighting you today. It's also a fight between my master and your master. Let's do it. ”

“Yes!” Luo Xiaomeng looked at Holly's eyes. Her heart was tight and she never spoke again. Instead, she guarded her energy God closely. She did not relax at all and quickly accumulated strength.

The bell rings!

Luo Xiaomeng flashed under his feet, such as the exposure of fire, approaching Holly at an unspeakable speed, punching out.

Huo Linger turned around and retreated, walking like stepping on a lotus flower, his hands flipped, a type of "noble princess drunk” backlash, thumping, rushing towards Luo Xiaomeng's head.

Luo Xiaomeng lifted his hand apart, wrapped his hand around it, strangled it with a counterwinding method, the other hand hole pierced, the iron riding protruded the knife gun! Tie it to Holly's throat.

Between the two of them, it is the killing of the enemy, as if it is not a common enemy of heaven, and Zhao Xinglong Liu Jiajun in front of them form a sharp contrast, making the people present to watch a sense of seclusion.

Holly naturally wouldn't let Luo Xiao Cut herself in the throat, lift her palms, and her slender five-fingers flashed an attractive glow, as if it contained all the magic in the world, giving a sense of mastery.

Her five fingers crossed her throat and grabbed her gently, pinching Luo Xiaomeng's wrist. At the same time, the method of "old ape wrench” is repeatedly used to break Luo Xiaomeng's bones.

But Luo Xiaomeng's bones seemed soft and cotton, and his skin also seemed slippery and slipped away. He actually slipped out between Holly's five fingers.

This is actually the kung fu of "slipping" in gossip.

After “sneaking” out, Luo Xiaomei closed his eyes and lifted his left foot freely. He threw it across and kicked it towards the inside of Holly's calf.

Huo Linger lowered her waist and cut her hand like a sickle towards her leg. It was her intention to pull the wheat rack into Xiaomeng's leg.

Where do you know that Luo Xiaomeng's leg, which was a false trick, kicked out, then turned around, dodged 10%, his hands out, with a storm, hit Huo Linger down the back.

Windstorm!

Huo Linger suddenly a large fishing waist, the whole waist seemed to range the degree of twisting rotation of the human body, only a little turn, to avoid Luo Xiaomeng's thumping.

“Hmm?”

Luo Xiaomeng didn't expect, Holly actually hid away like this, and between the other side's rotation, it can be obviously seen that the other side's right finger sharp fever, obviously is the gathering of strength, to hit.

“Am I unprotected?” Luo Xiaomeng sensed this, his heart moved, two steps back, suddenly three more steps forward, one punch slanted out, like an enemy, hit Huo Linger's vigorous gathering finger.

Where do you know that the temperature change of Holly's fingers suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if she had never condensed too much force. At the same time, in Luo Xiaomeng's sensation, the other party's left foot seemed to explode at any time.

“Bad!”

Luo Xiaomeng only realized that at this moment, Huo Linger is the blood of change, to confuse his sensitive senses, thus creating illusions.

“Her anger and blood play, how dare she be so insane! Do as you please! ”

Failure in judgment, falling into the wind.

Luo Xiao Xiao Min Shen revealed a slight rupture, quickly calmed down, took a step back and set out his guard.

Huo Linger smiled coldly, his hands and feet punched out successively. He actually developed the fencing momentum. He attacked both hands in a row, “Silver Python" and "Golden Scale". The two types used hand-designed swords to fast attack, attacking every vulnerabilities of Luo Xiaomeng on all sides.

“Silver Python" and "Golden Scale" are the most rapid strikes in ancient swordsmanship. They are best suited for quick strikes. They are now being carried out at this critical juncture. Huo Linger can be said to have used them just right.

Luo Xiaomeng was a left-right blocker. Although he was on the defensive side, he didn't fall out of the wind at all. His breath was long enough to show that he could compete with Holly.

However, after two quick moves, Ho Linger seemed to have mentioned his attack momentum to the peak, suddenly shook his feet, raised his hands high, and pressed his whole body, causing a "flip print”.

Between the imprints, the fist arms touched, beating Xiaomeng with a shock, a few steps backwards, before stabilizing his body, his face was red, his eyebrows were raised, he took a deep breath, before stabilizing the air and blood that had just been shocked.

“Hmm? You actually went through my prints next? Still, it just floats! It's amazing!” Holly saw Luo Xiaomeng like this, and instead of doing it, she stopped and showed a slight surprise on her face.

“What a fierce fist.” Luo Xiaomeng took a few deep breaths and lifted his hand. “You have played with the blood on your body to become divine, entering the Dandao realm only needs to cultivate a few months of kung fu. You have taken a step ahead of me. At this juncture, winning and losing no longer makes any sense. This martial arts congress, everything I want, has been obtained. What you see, what you experience, what you feel, this wealth, it's a lot more important than the top ten, and I don't want to keep fighting. ”

After that, Luo Xiaomeng rubbed his hand and didn't say he lost, but went straight out.

But this behavior, it's like exiting. If you don't admit you lost, you lose.

Luo Xiaomeng's retreat, martial arts congress, there are only 11 left!

Last game, the top ten eliminations.

Everyone, including countless people watching in front of the broadcast, was holding their breath.

On the big computer screen, it took a long time to jump out the names of two people.

Yue Peng.

Yan Yuanyi.

(To be continued)