Zhu Ershisan and Zuo Hui passed by, and a bloody flower flashed by.

At the same time, with a clang sound, it seemed that something had fallen to the ground.

When the two of them stood back, Zuo Hui showed an incredible and unwilling look on his face, looking at his body.

I saw a blood hole two centimeters deep on Zuo Hui's right wrist, and the sword he held in his right hand also fell to the ground.

Zhu Ershisan was still the same. He held the long iron rod in his hand, and there were still a few drops of blood on the sharp edge of the iron rod.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, not only Zuo Hui refused to believe it, but many people from the Yuwen family stood up and showed a reluctance to believe it.

No matter what, Zuo Hui said, he was also the first disciple of the Puning Sword Sect. His internal strength was even stronger than that of the Gangfeng monk. His cultivation in swordsmanship was not much weaker than that of the Gangfeng monk. However, he was actually hit by that old man with one move to the sword in his hand?

This was the first move between the two, but Zuo Hui had actually injured his right hand holding the sword, and his weapon was shot down to the ground.

How is this possible?

Zhu Ershisan was holding the iron chisel in his hand, looking at Zuo Hui, shook his head constantly, and said, "I said, your skills are still one foot, seven inches, three minutes and two cents away from me. If you have no chance of winning, you should go on."

When Zuo Hui heard this, his face suddenly turned red.

He originally wanted to kill Su Peng in today's gambling battle and become famous, but this old man who jumped out of nowhere actually knocked down the sword in his hand with one move and injured his right hand. The most shocking thing is that Zuo Hui still doesn't know how the other party did it.

Zuo Hui's own martial arts and moves are probably comparable to the Ten Swords of the Jianghu, and his internal strength is far better than the so-called Ten Swords of the Jianghu, but at this time, he couldn't even beat the one of the old men's moves. This made Zuo Hui unable to believe it at all.

His face turned red like a pig's liver. Suddenly, he screamed and stretched out his left hand. The sword on the ground seemed to have sensed and flew directly from the ground to Zuo Hui's left hand.

Many of the people watching the game shouted the lottery. This move was similar to the dragon-catching hand of Dakong Temple, and it simply used internal force to roll up the sword on the ground.

Zuo Hui concentrated all his energy and all his internal energy into this sword, and he wanted to take a killer move in the Puning Sword Sect's sword technique... Wuhui Sword Technique!

The Wuhui sword technique only has one move, which is to use a special method. All internal forces are concentrated in one attack, and all moves are only one move. If you come out, you will be killed. There will be no return!

This killer move is ready to go, and finally Zuo Hui takes action!

Zhu Ershisan saw Zuo Hui like this, and his pupils changed slightly. He whispered, "One foot, seven inches, three minutes." At the same time, his body suddenly took half a step forward, and at the same time stabbed the iron rod in his hand.

Zhu Twenty-san took this half step very cleverly, and the value of position calculation was not bad at all. He just stepped out one foot, seven inches and three points, and the iron rod in his hand also stabbed it to a position.

Zuo Hui almost discovered that Zhu Ershisan's iron rod had already pierced out, waiting at a position where the trajectory of his sword had to pass.

"puff!"

Another sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the muscles. Zuo Hui's Wuhui sword technique had just passed less than one-third of it, and he felt a pain in his left wrist and could not hold the sword.

"clang!"

The sword fell on the ground again

Blood splattered, and there was no sword. Zuo Hui stumbled and walked out for several steps before he seemed to reflect it. He turned around and looked at his wrist in disbelief, then looked at Zhu Ershisan.

I saw that Zuo Hui's wrist on his left hand was almost pierced. He was stabbed with a blood hole as thick as an iron rod and a diameter of two centimeters!

Zhu Ershisan still looked the same way, shook his head and said, "One foot, seven inches, three minutes, two cents, you and my martial arts are so different. What is not yours is yours after all, you still have a long way to go."

When Zuo Hui heard this, he seemed a little stunned, as if he had not yet woken up from the blow of reality.

Originally, Zuo Hui, the pride of heaven, had the dream of killing Su Peng and becoming famous in one battle, but reality slapped him ruthlessly.

Not to mention Su Peng, even in front of a terrible old man sent by Su Peng, Zuo Hui could not hold on for two moves. He used his sword twice, was shot down twice, and injured his wrists. For Zuo Hui, the gap and blow were too big.

At this moment, he felt that everyone on the entire martial arts are pointing at him, laughing at himself, laughing at his arrogant attitude, laughing at himself like a frog in a well, laughing at himself for being overestimated. At this moment, he seemed to feel that the whole world was twisted, and his arrogant heart was suddenly destroyed and broken into pieces.

So Zuo Hui's face turned red like blood. At this time, his face was extremely blushing. He felt as if he was ashamed. He only heard him scream, blushing his face, and ran towards the martial arts ladder without looking back.

Everyone on the field was shocked by Zuo Hui's reaction. They saw Zuo Hui running down the martial arts ladder and soon disappeared.

"This... Could it be that this person feels too ashamed and has no shame to meet others and run away by himself?"

Beside Su Peng, Guo Lei looked at Zuo Hui who had run away and asked Su Peng.

When Su Peng saw this, he nodded and said, "Maybe it is... Maybe he has too strong self-esteem and cannot accept reality."

After saying this, Su Peng stood up and looked at Yuwen Wuji on the other side, shouting at Yuwen Wuji: "The people of the Yuwen family, this game is considered to be our victory, right?"

Most of the Yuwen family's faces became very bad and ugly, but Yuwen Wuji had no expression on his face. He stood up and said, "Mr. Su, I don't know where you found such a strange master. It was because my Yuwen family miscalculated. We gave up in this game."

"good!"

After hearing Yuwen Wuji's words, Su Peng turned to look at Zhu Ershisan on the stage, cheered loudly, and applauded. Only then did the people around Su Peng react and cheered together.

At this time, the sound of gold from Luo Xiaosheng's side also sounded, and Luo Xiaosheng announced: "Su Peng will win in this game!"

"Can the people from Su Peng's side fight again?" Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiaosheng asked Zhu Ershisan on the stage.

"I just ate thirty-five bamboo worms and drank 22 and 4 sips of water. Even if I am already eighty or ninety-two years old, I can still fight another 99 or eighty-one move!"

Zhu Twenty-san on the stage turned around and said to Luo Xiaosheng.

Luo Xiaosheng was stunned when he heard this, but immediately realized that this was just a special rhetorical method. He nodded and said, "Yuwen family, will you continue to send people to the stage?"

"I'm here to fight you!"

Another person stood up in the direction of Yuwen's family. The man quickly took two steps and walked to a place three or four meters away from the ring. Suddenly, he lifted the ring and seemed to have lifted the ring three times in the air, flying eight or nine meters, and landed near the center of the ring.

"What a handsome light skill!"

Seeing this person's way of going on stage, the onlookers immediately shouted "Okay".

I saw that the person who jumped onto the stage was an old man in gray clothes about sixty years old and about a slender body.

"Isn't this Yan Ming, the elder of the Punishment Hall of Wugong Jian Pavilion? He also ended up in person?"

"It's Jin Ming! Yan Ming, the blood king of the Wugong Jian Pavilion!"

In the stands, many people knew the person who had just taken the stage, and it seemed that this person was very famous.

Sun Yiqiu was beside Su Peng. When he saw Yan Ming on stage, he said to Su Peng: "This man is named Yan Ming, the elder of the Punishment Hall of Wugong Jian Pavilion. He has pursued many unworthy disciples of Wugong Jian Pavilion. Every time he pursued those disciples who were unfaithful to the Puning Sword Sect or committed criminal laws and enemies in the world, he liked to use his sword to stab the man's body countless swords, so he let the blood that he fought with him flow out and die, so he was called the Blood King of Hell."

When Su Peng heard this, he frowned slightly.

People in the martial arts world are inevitable to take action, and killing is also common, but fighting and killing are different things. When Su Peng heard about the actions of the Blood King of Hell, he was somewhat similar to those of the people of the True God Cult, and he couldn't help but feel very displeased.

Sun Yiqiu's voice was not loud or small. It was a normal voice, and this was also for the explanation of someone around Su Peng.

But what Su Peng and Sun Yili didn't notice was that Zhu Ershisan on the stage trembled his ears a few times when Sun Yili spoke...

"That old man, you seem to be a little capable. You just said that the difference between Zuo Hui and you is one foot, seven inches, three minutes and two cents. Look at what is the difference between you and me?"

After Elder Yan Ming came on stage, he did not set off his sword first, but looked at Zhu Ershisan and asked.

When Zhu Ershisan heard this, he seemed to look at Yan Ming seriously. He glanced up and down a few times, muttered something silently, and finally said, "You are a little better than the person just now. He is one foot, seven inches, three and two cents less than me, you are only five inches and seven cents less than me."

"Hmph! You're still addicted to being mysterious!" Yan Ming heard this and snorted coldly. He looked at Zhu Ershisan with a bad look and said, "I hate people pretending to be magic and ghosts the most in my life, and I'm five inches and three minutes? OK! I'll stab you fifty-seven swords today, and then see if you're stubborn!"

As he said that, Yan Mingqiang pulled out his sword with a sound and said, "This game is about to start!"

"Dang!" As soon as Yan Ming finished speaking, Luo Xiaosheng in the audience had already ringed the bronze bell.

Without saying a word, Yan Ming's body suddenly moved and stabbed Zhu Ershisan with a sword.

Su Peng below looked at it and couldn't help but worry slightly. Yan Ming's body movement seemed to be one level stronger than Zuo Hui just now. Can Zhu Twenty-san handle it?

However, the changes on the field immediately made Su Peng's heart hold down.

I saw that Zhu Ershisan used his extremely precise steps that seemed to be calculating and took a step back. At the same time, he didn't see how to move his hand, and the iron rod in his hand stabbed out.

"Puff!" The sound of a sharp blade piercing into the body sounded. I don't know who it was, and I got another sword...

PS: Coast Sorry, there may be only one update today.

A few days ago, I was playing basketball and injured my joints with my wrist, middle finger and middle finger and metacarpal bone, causing a tendonitis attack.

Now the joints between the middle finger and ring finger and metacarpal bone are more than one and a half meters higher than normal, and the wrists are also a little swollen. When typing, there are always foreign objects on the joints, which feels like rubbing against thick tires.

It had already been swelling, but it had started to swell again in the past two days, so I could only have infusions to prevent inflammation.

The coast is also a person who relies on his hands to make a living. He is afraid that the guy who eats will have problems, so he dare not move too much these days. He can only write a few hundred words every day and stop and rest.

Looking at the backstage these days, the collection that had been steadily increased is now always falling. The coast is anxious, but there is nothing we can do.

I hope everyone understands that the coast will not be interrupted, but only one chapter will be updated these days.

The doctor at the health center said that if the situation is good, you will recover in three days. After recovery, the coast will immediately resume normal amounts.

Hope everyone understands it.
Chapter completed!