Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Wei Feilong became rekindled with fighting spirit!

To put it bluntly, what Wei Feilong is afraid of is Huang Xiaolong's method of killing Mo Xie and Wei Feihu.

Grab the wind into a knife, and kill everything with one blow.

Now, Huang Xiaolong does not need true energy, but only fights Wei Feilong with his body, which makes Wei Feilong's heart slowly rise!

‘I am not afraid of this bastard’s body refining technique. My sword technique can destroy the body! Besides, he has fought for several times and his mental strength will be consumed... In fact, at this time, it is a peerless opportunity to kill him, once in a lifetime! If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to kill this bastard again!’

Thoughts flashed, Wei Feilong bit his teeth and said gloomyly. "Don't you need true energy? Are you serious?"

"Of course, you are cowardly and dare not fight. You would rather bear the infamy than be a turtle. Now, am I giving you a chance?" Huang Xiaolong smiled happily, his face full of cats playing with mice. "Listen! In this battle, I not only don't use true energy, but also don't even use physical refining techniques."

"What did you say?" Wei Feilong couldn't believe his ears at all!

No master's means, and even terrifying physical strength is not used!

What kind of battle will it rely on?

Wei Feilong is also a master who condensed 18 true qi in his body. His sword skills are perfect, and he is not a native chicken and tile dog, but better than Moye.

Without real qi, even physical refining techniques, what does Huang Xiaolong rely on to compete with Wei Feilong?

Wow

The whole audience was also in an uproar.

Even Yun Bo, Ying Aoshan, Mr. Jin and others in the VIP seat looked at each other, unable to guess what Huang Xiaolong sold in the gourd.

Jin Mengqi murmured, "No, Master Huang wants to use Taoism, right? Yes, Master Huang's Taoism is a perfect way to spread the world, drives gods and ghosts, and summons ghost immortals. These are all things I have seen with my own eyes... He should have used Taoism to defeat Wei Feilong... However, in the ancient martial arts boxing competition, using Taoist methods is considered an violation..."

"Are you kidding me?" Wei Feilong looked at Huang Xiaolong with hatred, and also tested whether what Huang Xiaolong said was false.

"What am I playing tricks on you? I'm not that bored. I've said that I don't need true qi or physical refining skills. If I use it, I lose. If you don't dare to fight, then you are the best coward, soft and coward in the world." Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Okay! I'll fight!" Wei Feilong was furious. "Referee, you heard it with your own ears. This little bastard promised that there is no need for true qi or physical refining skills in this battle. If he breaks his promise, he will lose!"

"This..." Yun Bo looked at Huang Xiaolong suspiciously, but when he saw Huang Xiaolong's confident look, he was embarrassed to ask Huang Xiaolong what his deliberateness was.

At that moment, Uncle Yun sneered. "Okay. Just follow what Mr. Huang said, let's fight. But... Wei Feilong, you are really a little... shameless!"

As a long-famous master of ancient martial arts, such a battle has the advantage. If you value your own identity, you will definitely refuse this battle.

But Wei Feilong clearly showed that he wanted to take advantage of this, and he was really shameless and shameless.

"Hmph!" Wei Feilong grinned. "This is he who wants to kill himself. I don't believe it. Wei Feilong, one by one, can't kill you! If you don't need true energy, why should I be afraid of you? The sword comes!!!"

With a roar, a member of the Wei family handed him a long sword.

Clam ~

Draw the sword and unsheathed!

The sword light jumped out like autumn water!

The sword energy is as cold as frost.

The sword is four feet one inch long and two inches six minutes wide, with a simple shape. There are some dark red marks on the sword, like blood. The whole body is filled with a chilling murderous aura.

With a sword in hand, Wei Feiyang's confidence, fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and state all reached the peak!

It’s true that you have a sword in your hand, and I’m in the world!

"This sword is called 'Broken Soul', and it has been with me for twenty-six years. I have used this sword to kill more than a thousand people! The sword is a fierce sword. Every seven days, I must drink human blood, otherwise it will be unfavorable to me... Today, I will use your blood and your head to pay tribute to this peerless evil sword!"

While speaking, Wei Feilong held his sword and walked towards the arena where Huang Xiaolong was standing!

Wei Feilong didn't walk fast. In fact, he was brewing his sword force. Every time he took a step, his sword force would climb a piece.

Until Wei Feilong stepped onto the ring, his sword power had reached the extreme! The strongest and most tragic level!

The breath that overflowed from his body was very sharp, cutting the air like a serrated teeth, and hissing and exploding. In his pupils, a hidden sharp edge was rolling, his heart was fading away, and an extreme fierce killing appeared on his face!

At this moment, Wei Feilong's temperament is sharp. Even if he glances at him, he will give people a tingling feeling like cutting the skin. The sword in his hand is like being integrated with him. A man is a sword, and a sword is a man. This is a peerless swordsman who must possess.

If it were in ancient times, Wei Feilong would have been a terrible assassin!

The sword was unsheathed, like a poisonous snake, the sword light flashed, and the human head fell to the ground.

"Little bastard, what weapon do you use? Or just fight me with bare hands?" Wei Feilong said coldly.

"Oh, of course I also want to use weapons." Huang Xiaolong smiled, "Wait for me for a minute."

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong jumped off the ring, found a wooden chair nearby, and with a click, he broke off one of the feet, held it in his hand, and weighed it.

This chair foot is less than one meter long, and it is very uncomfortable to hold it in your hand.

"Just make do with it." Huang Xiaolong smiled, then jumped onto the ring again.

"Come on, this is my weapon." Huang Xiaolong raised the foot of the chair in his hand and smiled at Wei Feilong.

Wow

The whole audience was in an uproar!

A wooden chair, like a fire stick, was actually used as a weapon by Huang Xiaolong and fighting with Wei Feilong holding a sword...

Is this sure it's not a spoof?

You know, the sword in Wei Feilong's hand was cold and cold, and it was a sharp weapon that cuts iron like mud. I am afraid that a slight sweep of the sword light would cut off the wooden chair in Huang Xiaolong's hand!

"You are simply! You are too bullying!!!" Wei Feilong's face was blue and trembling with anger, and his whole body seemed to be about to explode.

He has never been treated like this in his life!

"I want you to die! I must kill you!" Wei Feilong's face twisted and deformed, and his seven orifices were smoked, and he was extremely angry.

"Hehe, experts fight each other, and you are most irritable. You are so embarrassed that you will lose three points without a fight." Huang Xiaolong smiled again, then took one step forward and took the lead in attacking Wei Feilong.

The chair foot like a fire stick in his hand poked Wei Feilong's chest!
Chapter completed!