Chapter 1308 The Bloody Battle Begins

After the two bosses finish talking, it will naturally be a battle between the younger brothers, and the first battle is usually not taken seriously by people. It is simply a test.

Liu Wei stepped forward to take the lead again this time, shouting loudly: "That Raul Gonzalez, even if he died in my hands, who else would dare to come and die."

Pixelmedo roared and rushed out. This guy shouted loudly: "You damn guy, how dare you kill our second master, now let you know how powerful I am."

As he spoke, he turned his hand over, and a ring-head knife appeared in his hand. It seemed that he was capable of short-range combat, and he was quite fierce, so he could be considered a fierce man.

Liu Wei still had a smile on his face, and he rushed forward with his palms. He didn't take the opponent seriously at all, and his fighting style was concise and to the point.

The two of them were fighting like this, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. However, Liu Wei was experienced after all. After making two feints, he suddenly pointed out a finger and tapped the opponent's wrist.

The opponent's wrist bone was broken in one stroke, and the Huanshou knife in his hand fell down. He kicked the knife, and the whole knife flew upwards, stabbed into Pixemedo's chin, and killed him in one stroke. .

He then laughed loudly and said: "This kind of trash is not even a warm-up for me. Don't you have any experts?"

The Real Madrid people were furious when they saw it, and another big man rushed out. This guy roared loudly: "Don't be so rampant there. I am Mascherano, and I will show you my fist as big as a casserole."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and punched him with a fierce punch. This punch was of thunderous force, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder.

Liu Wei's eyes lit up slightly, and he could see that this guy was a master. He immediately dodged to the side, then used his hand to lead, and then punched out again.

His style of fighting was different from the one just now. He was taking the route of using softness to overcome strength. He kept waving his palms there, which was like moving a thousand pounds with four ounces.

Mascherano screamed in anger and continued to strengthen his strength. Every punch hit the ground, leaving a deep mark and then flying dust.

Liu Wei kept provoking the opponent, making him angry. His attacks became more and more violent, but soon his internal strength failed. He seized this opportunity and started to counterattack continuously.

What was used was the skill of hitting a rock with a soft palm, hitting the opponent's body continuously. Although there were no visible wounds on the surface, in fact, the internal organs were shattered.

He blew gently, and Mascherano's tall body fell down, falling heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

He said softly: "You can be considered a master, but it's a pity that you are too impatient. Otherwise, it's still unclear who will win. It's better to send someone with a mature mind out!"

After winning two games in a row, he said such words, which was quite provocative. However, Mascherano is also a good player among Real Madrid, and the rest also hesitated for a moment.

Hierro nodded behind him, and a man in his 40s came out. The guy said calmly: "You are really a master. My name is Albadino. Let me learn your clever tricks."

Liu Wei looked at his opponent and knew that this time he came out with a real opponent. This guy was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and had a particularly peaceful mentality. He was obviously battle-hardened.

He took a breath secretly, and then said with a smile: "It seems that you really have some abilities, I hope you can make me happy."

Albadino said with a smile on his face: "I have some skills, but I don't know if I can make you happy. Let's give it a try!"

As he spoke, he swung forward and rushed forward. This guy was obviously good at claw skills. His claws kept waving there, and for a moment the sky was filled with claw shadows.

Liu Wei also became more careful at this time. His pair of soft palms were airtight. He did not seek merit but no fault at all. He was conducting a defensive counterattack.

The two of them fought over a hundred moves over and over, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while. They were both a little anxious, and they used their own special skills at the same time.

As a result, the two of them died together in the end, both falling to the ground. However, one person from the Beggar Clan killed three masters of the other party, including members of the Taishang Elder's disciples. Their combat power was also unparalleled.

Zidane frowned slightly. He originally disapproved of conflict with the Beggar Clan, but now it seemed that this was confirmed, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

Hu Wenqiang, a big fat man, also rushed out at this time and shouted loudly: "What kind of skill is wheel fighting? Whoever doesn't want to live come out and let me see what Mr. Hu is capable of."

With Liu Wei's lessons learned, these people looked at each other a few times, and for a moment they didn't dare to take action, just letting the fat man continue to be arrogant in front of the formation.

Hu Wenqiang said carelessly: "Why don't you cowards dare to come out? If you have the ability to come out to cause trouble, then come out and fight. Why are you pretending to be grandsons?

As soon as I see that you are a bunch of idiots, I know you are bullying the weak. Now you, fat man, and I are standing here. If you have the ability, come and chop me. Bullying the weak is nothing. "

His foul mouth kept getting louder and louder, but the more he said it, the less and less people dared to take action, because no one knew what he was capable of.

But he kept chattering in front of the battle, which caused Real Madrid's morale to drop rapidly. Slowly, some people couldn't stand it any longer. A young man with a strong spirit rushed out with an angry roar.

This guy roared angrily: "It's just death, how can you keep shouting here, I'm Ales Vidal, you guy, die!"

He said, swinging the sword in his hand, and slashed at the opponent fiercely. Unexpectedly, the guy dodged clumsily, but he didn't dodge the sword, and was chopped in two from the middle.

At this time, both sides were stunned. Ales Vidal slapped himself casually, with an unbelievable look on his face. He didn't expect that this guy who shouted so happily was actually strong on the outside but weak on the inside. This was too incredible.

The rest of Real Madrid looked at each other. They didn't expect it to be such a situation. If they knew it was such a pitfall, they would have rushed out to beat him just now.

Just when Ales Vidal was stunned, another guy rushed out. It was Zheng Yan, the boss of Hu Wenqiang at the time. After rushing out, this guy slapped him without saying a word.

He didn't know how strong the opponent was, so he used all his strength in this palm strike. It turned out that Alesvidal was just a fool with average skills. His sword was broken by the palm strike, and he was beaten into a pulp.