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Two people.

On the ceremonial stage, they stared at each other, their momentum getting stronger and stronger.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was audible. It was so oppressive that no one could breathe. Everyone could hear their own heartbeats.

Zhu Yi's group of women had already covered their hearts and looked pale.

On the contrary, Binglan was full of confidence. After all, she was a strictly trained special soldier, and she had personally seen a veteran defeat Yakut's top killer with his bare hands. What made her even more confident was that the veteran was even stronger than that time!

The eyes of the old Taoist and the mage were cutting through each other's bodies like knives, searching for even the smallest weakness.

I don’t know how many times the two of them had rehearsed the decisive blow in their minds, but when an ordinary person stood opposite, their liver and gallbladder were broken, and they were frightened to death.

No one wants to take advantage of others, this battle must be at the peak of their abilities, there is no doubt about it.

The old man suddenly took a step forward.

The momentum suddenly changed, like Mount Tai, and everyone's heart seemed to be suddenly grasped.

This is purely a kind of mental crushing. Even if it is not directed at them, it is so uncomfortable. You can imagine how strong the murderous intention is between the two fighting people. Everyone's aura has spread to the limit.

Swish!

In just one step, the five-meter distance disappeared. With a hiss, the air split, and like a crossbow being launched, a punch roared in!

The mage's arms suddenly resembled snakes, lightning coiled up, and his fingers were like spitting out letters, striking at the throat of the old man.

In an instant, it was like the roar of war drums, and the sound of fluffy collisions, like waves, echoed throughout the auditorium. The air was filled with turbulent wind, and the hanging flowers were flying. The two people were spinning and changing positions like windmills. In front, and suddenly behind, what seems to be a decisive blow is always counterattacked, and the moves are unexpected by the audience. It is so weird that people have no time to think about it, and they only feel dazzled.

Once started, it is out of control and no one can stop it.

Unless there is a distinction between life and death.

While they were exerting their strength, the muscles on both men's bodies were trembling like bowstrings, making a buzzing sound.

Huo's eyes turned pale with horror, and a thought flashed through his mind, if I really let my bodyguard go up to test it, would he be beaten to death with one move?

Just like hundreds of archers firing volleys at the auditorium, the entire auditorium was filled with terrifying murderous intent, and it felt like they might be pierced by random arrows at any time.

There were only two people, but it was like two armies charging at each other, with heads rolling down.

The god of war comes to the world, and the ghosts retreat.

Others couldn't see who had the upper hand, but one person could see it very clearly, and that was Zang Hong.

He was originally guarding the law outside the auditorium, and anyone who caused trouble would have him disappear without a trace. But when the mage came, he couldn't stop him. It was a seasoned dish, and no one was allowed to overstep his authority.

He firmly believed that the old master would not lose, and he was even more relieved at this moment. If he continued to fight like this, the mage would definitely die.

The old man is young.

Boxing is afraid of young people, but the strength is long.

At this time, the old man really had the upper hand. From the moment he started to attack, the frequency of attacks never slowed down. It was like a violent storm. Both of them received a lot of punches and kicks, but none of them were critical.

A master cannot just attack, otherwise he will die if he makes one unexpected move.

For example, if a person who is strong in resisting blows is injured and exchanges injuries for injuries, that master will definitely die.

Both seasoned Taoists and mages have no problem in this regard. They are extremely capable of taking blows and can avoid vital points without affecting the attack.

But now, the mage began to save energy, reduce active attacks, and prepare to use tricks.

This is where the failure begins.

In the lightning-fast attack, the old Taoist's arm was like a machete cutting across the face. It was not a threat to the mage at first, but he still had some strength left. Suddenly, a few wisps of air burst out from his five fingers, sneaking up on the mage's eyes, like a The flower blooms with five leaves, and the fruit grows naturally.

This sneak attack was extremely hidden and sudden, without any fireworks, and the mage suddenly flashed instinctively.

Lost my rhythm.

If you are dragged away by your opponent's rhythm, you are not far from defeat.

At this time, the mage's arm was hitting Lao Dao's knee that flew up in a sudden attack, using a weak force to hit a strong one.

Winning or losing is determined by tiny differences that add up.

The energy collided, bones and flesh collapsed, and there was a series of crisp and dense crackling sounds. The mage rubbed his feet backwards and was forced to take a step back. The wooden boards on the ceremony platform cracked and cracked. The entire ceremony platform shook, and the leaves outside the window followed. come down.

The old man slid to the right strangely, and a strange peak protruded, like a tornado turning and attacking from the side again.

Soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape. He who can defeat the enemy is called a god.

If the previous move was an open shot, then now it is a hidden arrow.

This turn of his was accompanied by a shaking foot.

Shaking the feet is not a vibration of stomping the feet. There is no sound, it is deep and powerful, penetrating into the ground, like an incense elephant crossing a river.

Click, click, click!The floor beneath his feet suddenly rose up, grabbing the mage's lower body.

To be right, to win.

The mage looked solemn, lowered his arm, and moved with his body to avoid the sneak attack, but he was already connected with the Taoist priest's fist.

The old Taoist punched directly into the heart, and he slashed downwards. There was nothing wrong with it originally, but in order to avoid the floor attack, the mage did not use the force of this chop.

Without thinking at all, the old Taoist turned his hand to hold the mage's wrist at the same time as the impact. His whole body followed the mage's arm and suddenly flew into the air, like clouds and rain, and a series of explosive kicks.

The mage does not retreat but advances.

This is a trick to turn defeat into victory. He will be injured, but he can exchange injuries for injuries. He collides with the old Taoist with both feet, like a giant hitting a mountain. The function of his hands and feet has disappeared. His whole body is integrated, as strong as a diamond. As a whole, Come to hit someone, and at the same time kick back.

It was like two ships colliding and a strong wind blew up.

The old man was kicked hard with two kicks, and he took the opportunity to flip over to avoid the kick, and then jumped up again.

However, the mage's blood was boiling, and he knew that he would not win today. He quickly retreated during the parry, and his back hit the wall. He wanted to use the wall to stand firm and prepare to launch a counterattack that would hurt both sides.

How could the old Taoist give him a chance to breathe? His fists were like shooting stars and his feet were like lightning, and he followed closely.

Unexpectedly, the wedding photos on the wall were suddenly knocked off.

Directly between the mage and the veteran.

The mage was overjoyed and finally had a chance to breathe. He punched the wedding photo, trying to take the opportunity to move back to the disadvantage.

But he was blocked by the wedding photos, and he didn't see that the old man was more decisive than him, and he used his feet.

He kicked the bride in the photo to pieces, but Lao Dao's own photo was intact. Everyone just heard a click and the mage's wrist was broken by the kick.

Everyone felt a chill. Don't mess with this lunatic. He can even take photos of his wife. No, he's taking photos of his wife.

Binglan swayed all over and her face turned a little pale.

In fact, in the eyes of experienced people, photos are photos and people are people. How can they be taken seriously?The reason for kicking Binglan was because the mage's fist was there.

Sure enough, he succeeded with one blow.

His combination of fists and kicks came down like hailstones, and the mage received countless punches and kicks in the blink of an eye. He was the only one to attack, and no mage retaliated. There was a continuous cracking sound, and everyone's scalps were numb. This was the sound of the mage's bones constantly breaking.

The old Taoist had so much free time that he beat and scolded:

"Fuck you, grandma, for letting you insult my sister! This is for my sister!"

"I asked you to dig the grave for Wensa!"

"I asked you to break my wife's photo. This is for Binglan!"

Binglan suddenly burst into tears, and the knot in her heart finally dissipated.

The women in Zhu Yi were trembling all over. Damn it, they still know how to stay away from each other. Are they not crazy?Who said he was crazy just now?

The old Taoist punched the master for more than 100 times, and he even turned the mage over once in the process. He really complied with what he said. If he didn't break all the bones in the mage's body, he wouldn't be called the old Taoist.

In the end, he struck with all his strength and hit the Tianling Cover with a loud bang.

The whole audience trembled, and the watermelons burst into pieces.

The old man suddenly stopped.

There was a deathly silence in the auditorium, everyone's mouths were open and their eyes were staring, like a group photo.

The old man took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, turned around slowly, and turned his knife-like eyes to the mage's two men.

The two people were so frightened that their legs weakened and they fell to their knees: "Greetings to the great shaman!"