Chapter 450 Sword God

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Zeng Rou lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Princess is making fun of me again."

Zhu Yuluo bit Zhou Zhiruo's ear and didn't know what to say. The two girls laughed so hard that they made Zeng Rou blushed.

Huo Du hit Shi Potian more than ten times in a row. At the beginning, he still remembered to be merciful, and only used three or four percent of his strength, for fear of hurting him, but whether it was a fist or a palm, Shi Potian was nowhere near his body. With a guise, he accepted it as if nothing had happened.

Huo Du was shocked and angry, and his shot became heavier, but it was strange that despite his strength, he could never knock down the opponent. He roared again and again, and finally used all his strength. In an instant, fists and feet were blowing in the arena, which only caused the flags around the arena to tremble.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled. First of all, they did not expect that the unnamed He Shiwo in the beggar gang would be so strong in martial arts. Second, they did not expect that the stupid boy would still stand still under such a fierce attack.

After an unknown period of time, the two figures separated, and one of them fell to the ground with a bang. Guo Fu clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, that idiot finally couldn't stand Elder He's attack and passed out."

Huang Rong was not as reassuring as she was, and stared at the center of the ring. When she saw the situation, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Elder He fainted."

Guo Fu was stunned: "The one who was beaten didn't faint, but the one who was beaten fainted?"

The crowd of heroes in the audience also saw the situation on the field clearly. I saw Master He and I closed my eyes and fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was life or death, and there was an uproar.

Someone from the Jiangnan Beggar Gang immediately jumped out and shouted, "Obviously, there is something to say first, and the competition will end. This young man has secretly made a black hand and killed Elder He, so he should be out of the game immediately."

The heroes secretly scolded him for being shameless. It was clear that it was Master He who kept attacking the young man, and finally fell to the ground with exhaustion. As a result, he was beaten down by the beggar gang.

But now, Master He and I are lying on the ground, motionless, and I don't know if we live or die. There is no need for everyone to take the risk of offending the beggar gang at this juncture and speak out for a strange young man.

Song Qingshu glanced at the man from the Beggar Gang, and the memory deep in his mind made him recognize that this man was Chen Youliang, and he couldn't help laughing strangely: "The black and white are reversed, it is indeed a talent."

At this time, I saw Shi Potian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry everyone, Senior He just didn't take a breath, and it will be fine in a while." After speaking, he stretched out his right palm and pressed it on the back of Master He and me, slowly Breathe in slowly.

Seeing that Shi Potian's hand was on the big hole in the back of Master He's heart, Chen Youliang's eyes narrowed and he shouted, "You dare to be thief!"

With a flash of shadow, Huang Rong stopped in front of Chen Youliang. A dog-beating stick swayed, pulled and tripped, and stopped Chen Youliang: "Elder Chen is overthinking, this young man is healing Elder He."

Zeng Rou let out a "huh" and murmured, "My martial arts skills are so low, I can see that the young man has no intention of harming each other. Why can't this dignified elder of the beggar gang see that the young man is helping Master He and me to heal?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled coldly: "I have also dealt with this Chen Youliang, a traitor and loyal, full of ghosts and thoughts. It's not that he can't see it, but he just doesn't want to admit it. Master He and I have lost enough shame, if Wouldn't the face of the beggar gang be saved by the opponent to be thrown into the sea? That's why he insisted that this young man deliberately harmed, and some people don't know the truth. Under the truth, it is very likely that he believed his words."

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly: "It's just some tricks that are not on the table. To be honest, this Chen Youliang has disappointed me a bit." It seems that Chen Youliang's image is more in line with the image described by Jin Yong, rather than the king of Han in history. But this is not a bad thing. In the future, if you compete in the Central Plains, you will lose a terrible opponent in advance.

Huo Du gradually came to his senses. He actually knew everything that happened just now, but he couldn't move because his anger had gone astray and he didn't regain his anger for a while.

Now that Huo Du has regained his mobility, he can't help shouting angrily: "Why can't I turn around in one breath? I...Isn't my breath turning around?"

He stretched out his palms and was about to shoot them down on Shi Potian's head. He suddenly felt the pain in his palms was unbearable. When he lifted the palms to look, he saw that the palms had swelled into two balls, and the redness was almost purple. If this palm hit Shi Potian. On the body, I am afraid that my palm must be broken first. Huo Du was stunned for a moment, and he already understood the reason. It turned out that the inner strength of the boy in front of him was unbelievable. He recalled that dozens of fists and palms greeted him, and they all rebounded from his inner strength. They all hit the stone wall, the other party was not injured, but his palms couldn't stand it anymore, and then he felt a dull pain in his feet, and if there were tens of millions of fine needles, he knew that he had kicked him a dozen times. , the foot has been rebounded.

He stood there for a while, then said, "That's it, that's it!" Without being helped, he got up and staggered down the stage, feeling extremely sad in his heart. When he came to the Central Plains, he was defeated by Guo Jing at first, but it was understandable, but this time he lost to a junior boy who had never heard of it... What about restoring the glory of the Gul Khan of the Zalan tribe.

Huo Du only felt disheartened for a while, and his back became extremely desolate.

There was a deafening cry from the audience. The Golden Snake Conference really opened their eyes to them. Not to mention the famous masters, even the unnamed people like He Shiwo Shi Potian.

Watching Chen Youliang walk down angrily, Huang Rong frowned. She had never liked this person very much. Although he was very effective in his work, it always made people feel like he had a heart.

Not right. But thinking that the other party is now affiliated with the Jiangnan Beggar Gang, Huang Rong shook her head slightly, and let Shi Huolong worry about it herself, because she was far away in Xiangyang, beyond reach.

Putting away her thoughts, Huang Rong had a gentle smile on her face, and said sweetly, "Then there is the Tianshan Sword God Zhuo Bufan and Ah Qing from the Honghuahui."

As soon as she finished speaking, a long sword shot towards her with a swish sound, Huang Rong's face changed, but she quickly regained her calm and stood quietly, without any intention of resisting.

When the long sword was about to touch Huang Rong's body, it suddenly seemed to have eyes, and the tip of the sword moved three inches to the side, spun around Huang Rong's body a few times, and then slammed into the ring.

The sound of dragon roar brought by the trembling of the sword made the heroes in the audience change color. When they came back to their senses, they saw a middle-aged man with a handsome face and fluttering long beard, standing leisurely on the hilt of the sword.

"it is good!"

I don't know who shouted out first, and the audience seemed to have exploded the pot, and they were all amazed by Zhuo Bufan's hand. The control of the sword he showed just now is really amazing.

"This Zhuo Bufan does have some attainments." Song Qingshu subconsciously praised.

Hearing his words, Guo Fu couldn't help but snorted heavily. Just now she saw the long sword shot at her mother, and her heart almost jumped to her throat. Listening to Song Qingshu's praise of Zhuo Bufan, naturally There's no good face for him.

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