Genius commoner

Chapter 181 Who is the enemy of the red sword?
"Long Gu, 130 six, three gangs, 89!"

When the respected gangster announced with a turbulent voice that the members of the two sides were eliminated, Ye Zixuan and the others were lowering their heads and appearing in the seats of the three gangs. More than half of the fight was on the spot, and dozens of injured masters from both sides were lying on the open space on both sides of the bullring , with bright red blood flowing all over their bodies, they are receiving treatment from their accompanying doctors at the moment.

Although the cold wind kept blowing into the scene, the strong smell of blood lingered for a long time.

The eyes of nearly ten thousand people in the audience fell on the bloody arena, all of them were attracted by the masters of the two sides fighting. Long Gu and the leaders of the three gangs paid attention to the life and death of their children. In the extremely rare decisive battle in ten years, everything is carried out according to the rules, and no one thinks that there will be variables.

Therefore, Ye Zixuan and the others were wearing black Qinglong gang costumes, and they did not attract the attention of others when they mixed into the seats of the third gang. The military police who saw the four came in didn't care, and didn't even ask where the four came from. Preside over the overall situation personally, the commanding heights are full of guns, and it is difficult to set off any storm, even if someone gets in, so what?
After Ye Zixuan and the others exhaled a long breath, they carefully examined the surrounding environment.

The arena is built in the middle of the bullring, covering at least a thousand square meters, giving the two masters enough space to fight and maneuver, and can also adapt to single, double or even three-person battles at any time. There are dozens of high-definition cameras around the arena, 360-degree view It is transmitted to the big screens around, so that every spectator can understand the latest situation.

There are [-] seats in the whole venue, most of them are occupied by all parties at this time, Long Aotian and Gu Dafo are sitting on the left, all of them are children in Tang suits, and there is an area dedicated to taking care of the wounded, and the right side is mixed together The members of the three gangs, the masters participating in the battle are all in the front three rows, and at the front are two men and a woman with extraordinary posture.

Ye Kuangren and other dignitaries, as well as the notarized hundreds of gangsters, sat in the middle of the ring.

Ye Zixuan glanced at the situation of the Longgu camp, there were heavy casualties, and it was almost the end, only 14 people were still fighting.

Fortunately, Bai Qiuhua was still alive, and Long Aotian and Gu Dafo didn't make any moves.

Seeing Bai Qiuhua leaning on the seat and breathing slightly, Ye Zixuan felt sad for a while.

Seeing that no one cared about the four people around, Mei Zishu raised his slender fingers, pointing at a tall woman with curly hair: "Qingmen, Qing Wushuang, female, rumored to be Wushuang in swordsmanship, 50 years old, pretty and charming back then, now black Widow, you will get revenge, you are not easy to provoke, she was attacked by Long Gu a few days ago and cut off her finger, I am afraid that she wants to take revenge by showing up this time."

Mei Zishu seems to have done enough homework: "The fat white guy on the left looks like a bucket, yes, he is the guy with a bald head, the Qinglong gang Qinglong is shaking the sky, Gu Xiaoman's uncle, born with strength and strength, it is rumored that every day He needs to eat ten catties of beef, and he can kill a buffalo with one punch, so he should be very capable, otherwise he wouldn’t be the leader of the gang.”

Ye Zixuan nodded: "White gauze is still wrapped around his arm, he clearly wants to avenge Gu Xiaoman."

He began to have doubts, if Long Gu lost, would the two of them be able to leave safely if they surrendered with their tails between their legs?

Mo Qixiong looked at Qinglong Zhentian's huge body, and a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This guy is not bad, if you want to make a move, I will deal with him."

He likes such a tough master.

"It's probably not his turn to make a move tonight."

Mei Zishu glanced at the remaining places on both sides, and then looked at the person in the front row: "The man in white on the right, Long Potian, is also a ruthless character. General, after Lai Xingxing was wiped out by the authorities, he took over the banner and established Longzhuang."

"He was able to survive. Some people say that he paid bribes in place, and some people say that he was the informer who broke Lai Xingxing."

Mei Zishu sighed: "Anyway, it's good, he is a character, he controls the coastal extremes, and has strong financial resources, but a few days ago, he was shot three times by Long Sandai's mercenaries, and it is said that one of his ribs was broken. For Qing Wushuang and Qinglong Zhentian, Spicy Dragon is even more unprincipled, if you want to deal with him, you must be careful."

Ye Zixuan nodded, looked at the three of them, and could see that they were extraordinary, but his attention was attracted by three old men in the corner who closed their eyes and meditated, a nun, a Taoist priest, and a monk. It looked inconspicuous, and there was no trace of murderous look on his face, but it was this return to basics that made Ye Zixuan a little more dignified.

The three are definitely not soy sauce characters.

Even Ye Zixuan felt that any one of them was more terrifying than the three of Qinglongzhen combined.

Ye Zixuan asked Mei Zishu, "Do you know who those three people are?"

Mei Zishu focused his eyes on the three of them, then shook his head with a wry smile: "I don't know, I only have a general understanding of the three gangs, and I haven't studied it in depth, but when I came in just now, I always heard the children of the three gangs full of confidence, saying It is the three gangs who enshrine Qiqi to leave the customs, it should be a very powerful character, otherwise they will not be enshrined by the three gangs."

Ye Zixuan said lightly: "Raise a soldier for a thousand days, and use it for a while?"

Mei Zishu nodded: "It should be."

Immediately, there was a sharp sound, and the fighting started again. The four of them stopped talking and looked at the hanging screen.

At this time, Kong Xiaohan, covered in blood, stood on the ring again. Ye Zixuan didn't know how many times he had fought fiercely, but he could see that he had a good record, because the members of the three gangs who looked at him were somewhat apprehensive, but it was a pity that he was already at the end of his battle. Seeing Kong Xiaohan who was swaying but still smiling, Ye Zixuan sighed: "He can't hold it anymore."

Tang Xueyi and the others nodded slightly, and it was obvious that Kong Xiaohan was exhausted, and at the same time, he was a bit dignified:
This shows that the number of Longgu masters is indeed not as good as the three gangs.

"Come!"

While the thoughts of the four were turning, a middle-aged woman jumped onto the ring. A female titan from Qingmen, seeing her 1.8 meters tall and weighing nearly two hundred kilograms, she knew that she was a difficult person to deal with. It's just that Kong Xiaohan didn't care too much, he coughed and stood firm, and instantly dissipated all his cynicism and decadence.

The determination on his face is constantly flowing in the light, his calm and feminine expression is stained with blood, and there is a trace of metal-like coldness, and his eyes gradually gather a breathless oppressive force, his cheeks and nose are like knives. As if cutting an axe, the female general of the Qingmen let out a coquettish shout, and shot towards Kong Xiaohan as soon as she moved her footsteps.

She obviously also saw that Kong Xiaohan was not good enough, so she wanted to win with Thunderbolt.

She was ruthless, swung her arms round, and smashed down on Kong Xiaohan.

That aura was like an unstoppable pile driver. Following the opponent's unstoppable pounce momentum, Kong Xiaohan retreated, and at the same time shot out like lightning. It was a poisonous snake spewing letters, and it precisely pecked at the left calf of the female general of the Qingmen, and a red dovetail came into sight!

Ye Zixuan and the others sat up straight, with a hint of approval in their eyes, and Ye Kuangren on the chief stage also gathered light instantly.

During the frantic running, the female general of Qingmen suddenly felt severe pain in her calf, so she staggered and tilted her body, but the experienced woman quickly reacted and shifted the focus of power to her right foot, but when she just adjusted her body to bear the gravity, Kong Xiaohan tapped her right ankle again, the strength penetrated into the bone, making her groan uncontrollably!
But the female general of Qingmen was able to hold back the pain despite her painful groans, and punched Kong Xiaohan with her right fist vigorously, Kong Xiaohan had no fear on her face, and punched the opponent punch to fist, bang!There was a loud noise, and the pain in her legs caused the female general of Qingmen, who was struggling to stand still, to fall two or three meters, her right hand drooped down like a noodle, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The Qingmen disciples fell silent, Kong Xiaohan seemed to hit them with a punch, a guy who had fought thirteen times could seriously injure their female general?
This is a disgrace to Qingmen.

The female general of Qingmen seems to be able to feel the humiliation of her companions. She raised her chest and gathered her strength. She raised her left hand and rushed towards Kong Xiaohan again. Kong Xiaohan wiped her fists calmly. Bending the bow upwards and shooting the tiger mercilessly hit the opponent's abdomen. This heavy punch immediately forced the opponent to fall backward.

This time, Kong Xiaohan did not wait for the female general of the Qingmen to slow down and launch an offensive, but bit his lips, using the pain to gather his strength, and with a few exquisite instant moves, he rushed to the female general of the Qingmen like a ghost, and his right hand turned into a The punch directly punched the opponent's forehead, bang!A bloody arrow shot out from the opponent's mouth and nose, and flew backwards for several meters.

Kong Xiaohan didn't pursue anymore, but knelt on the ground with a shake of his body.

The female general of Qingmen was like a dying fish, struggling a few times but still unable to get up, and finally fell to the ground with her head up, a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was very dazzling in the light, and finally there was no more movement, Qingmen The disciple's face was ugly, and following Qing Wushuang's hand gesture, a small white flag was thrown out, admitting defeat for the female general of Qingmen.

The gangster who presided over the overall situation shouted loudly: "Long Gu, 140 six, three gangs, ninety."

Although Kong Xiaohan won, but with 14 people, facing 60 people, the chances of winning are slim, even if there are 14 people, the Longgu camp may not be able to find them.

At this time a figure flew up, Qing Wushuang jumped onto the ring to fight, before Kong Xiaohan had any reaction, he moved his feet, and put his foot on the latter's chest, Kong Xiaohan was powerless to resist, with a bang, the whole body The person fell backwards and fell to the ground with all four feet in the sky. He was powerless when he wanted to get up, and he could only show his grim teeth:
"Sister Qiu Hua, the night sky is so beautiful."

Kong Xiaohan is like a child, ignoring life and death, looking at the night sky with a bright smile.

Bai Qiuhua stood upright, threw a small white flag and shouted, "Kong Xiaohan, admit defeat."

"go to hell."

Qing Wushuang ignored the small white flag representing inability to fight and admit defeat, and Kong Xiaohan caused Qingmen to lose eight people with multiple injuries. A wave of anger had already accumulated in her heart, coupled with the hatred of the broken finger, she kicked Kicking off the small white flag, he raised his right hand, holding a soft sword in his hand, stabbing Kong Xiaohan ruthlessly, wanting to pierce his heart with a single sword.

Just when the soft sword was about to take Kong Xiaohan's life, a red light flashed in front of everyone, and the soft sword was swung out in an instant. In the next second, only the sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and a person rushed towards him. His footsteps landed and caught the rebound With the red sword sternly shouting, Qing Wushuang struck with a sword, not to be outdone, the two saw the decision in each other's eyes, and met at that moment!
They collided like tigers and buffaloes, and it took only one move to decide the winner.

The ancient Buddha fell with a sword.

Qing Wushuang's complexion changed drastically, and he felt a big mountain pressing down. The heaviness made people feel desperate. Qing Wushuang wanted to retreat, but was unable to move his feet. He wanted to seal it, but he couldn't. , Destroyed and ripped apart, Qing Wushuang's soft sword shattered and broke, and the red sword slid down, ruthlessly cutting off one of her arms.

Qing Wushuang spurted blood and retreated.

The ancient Buddha pointed his sword obliquely, and his voice echoed in the audience: "Kill!"

(End of this chapter)