Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

At this time, they all shouted:

"Zheng Biao, can you still restrain these people under your command?"

"If you can't, we will all take care of it for you!"

"Before this, more than ten of us have already set such rules in front of all the heroes in Cangzhou."

"That is, the person with the most outstanding ability and the highest force will be the leader of this operation."

"And since this hero just defeated you, he has to wait for others to come on stage to challenge."

"If not, then this hero will be the leader of our group."

"And at this moment, Zheng Biao, instead of restraining your subordinates, you just stood by and allowed these three people to come on stage and cause trouble."

"This will not only disgrace you personally, but also bring disgrace to the king of your family!"

Zheng Biao turned around and looked at the three people standing behind him.

Then he looked at Qiong Ying, Tian Biao and others standing in front of him.

I can only hate it so much in my heart.

But on the surface, he also knew that he couldn't say anything more.

So at this moment, he could only wave his hands towards the three people behind him with a face full of reluctance.

Instructing them to go ahead:

"I, Zheng Biao, have completely lost this battle. If any hero is willing to show off the miraculous skills of the man who injured me just now."

"Then I, Zheng Biao, am convinced."

Zhao Ji just wanted to raise his head and laugh a few times, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

But he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

While his face was ashen, Zhao Ji noticed the pattern of the flying knife that still remained on his chest.

For a moment, he was angry and his blood was boiling.

When he looked at Du Wei, who was standing behind Zheng Biao, the look in his eyes became even more angry:

"Such a trivial skill is just one of the many air-distance fingering techniques I know."

"There's really nothing to talk about. As for the power..."

After Zhao Ji said this, he slowly raised his right hand.

Then the index finger and middle finger were slightly brought together, and when they were suddenly thrown out, everyone present heard a sudden sound of breaking through the air.

When they all turned their heads to look there, they found that Du Wei, who had been standing upright behind Zheng Biao just now, suddenly fell to one knee on the ground.

And that complexion was even more pale.

It was obvious that he was in great pain.

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and sneered:

"Which one of my volleys is more powerful than your short-edged flying knife?"

Du Wei gritted her teeth, and the white flesh on her cheeks was trembling:

"If you ask me, naturally my flying knife is more powerful."

"If not, how could you be so jealous of what happened just now that you would secretly plot against me?"

Zhao Ji's left hand was clenched and creaking at this moment:

"So, you are dissatisfied with me?"

"If that's the case, then don't hide it."

"Today, this matter between us is over!"

"You use your flying knife, and I use my volley finger power."

"Looking at our skills, who is better?"

"But there is one thing I want to explain to you, that is, any martial arts competition in the arena will inevitably cause some damage."

"What if I accidentally kill you here later?"

"I just hope you don't resent me."

With the support of the people around him, Du Wei worked hard for a while before standing up from the ground:

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. If anyone dies, then he is incompetent!"

"Blaming others?"

"Humph!"

"That's what a coward would do."

"It's useless to talk anymore, please take action!"

As soon as Du Wei finished speaking, Zhang Jian, who was standing aside, suddenly interrupted Du Wei:

"In this battle, my brother will wait for you, right?"

"After all, you just competed with that third lady just now."

"And I received a volley from that guy, which hurt my knee."

"If you are fighting for your life with that guy at this time, brother is really afraid of you..."

Du Wei slowly shook his head:

"No need to worry, you just need to find my throwing knives."

"With those flying knives in hand, I am sure to kill that guy!"

Zhang Jian saw that he couldn't stop persuading him, so he had no choice but to follow the instructions.

It only took less than half an hour to find all the five flying knives that Du Wei had just thrown out from near the ring.

Just as he stood on one side of the ring, he saw a bloated and extremely ugly woman standing next to Zhao Ji at the other end of the ring.

The expression on his face suddenly froze.

As for Zhao Ji, just when he was about to fight Du Wei, he felt a pull on his arm.

When he turned around to look, he found that Zhao Yuannu was looking at him with worry on his face.

The eyes that were extremely sharp just now suddenly became gentle at this moment:

"Madam, don't worry. My husband, I have two sets of magical powers to support you, plus a life-saving bamboo armor wrapped inside my clothes."

"This battle will definitely be fine."

Zhao Yuannu pouted, his eyes full of reluctance.

But she herself also knew that at this time, there was absolutely no way she could hold her husband back.

So at this moment, he could only nod his head helplessly, and then slowly stepped aside.

As the two people on the field fell into a confrontation, the green forest heroes who were watching around them gradually stopped talking.

They all stared intently at the two people on the stage, wanting to see what kind of exciting fight the next two masters would have.

I don’t know how long it took, but the first person to take action was Du Wei, who was famous for his flying knife.

But he first touched his waist, and then waved his hand in the direction of Zhao Ji.

Because Zhao Ji is always watching Du Wei's movements.

So as soon as Du Wei made a move, Zhao Ji noticed it.

But when he looked forward intently, there was still emptiness in front of him.

There wasn't even the slightest sign of being bullied by a sharp blade!

Zhao Ji's heart suddenly trembled and he couldn't help but secretly said:

Could it be that the knife-throwing skills of the guy in front of me have already reached such a high level?

Why, no matter how I look now, I still can't see the trajectory of any flying knife?

Is it possible that...

That cunning and insidious guy, what just happened was a false move?

When Zhao Ji reacted, Du Wei had already stretched out his arms and swung away the flying knives from his waist.

Zhao Ji took a closer look and saw a silver light coming towards him.

Its momentum is not only as fast as lightning.

What's even more terrifying is that there are actually three flying knives coming at you at this time!

Zhao Ji felt his heart tighten, and he was just about to raise his fingers to summon his strength and use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to knock down the three flying knives.

But after visually measuring the distance between the three flying knives and himself, Zhao Ji immediately gave up the idea.

Suddenly, his legs weakened and he fell straight behind him.

I want to use this kind of movement to avoid those three flying knives.

Zhao Ji's hiding was extremely thrilling.