The air was full of salty and bloody smell.

The boy lay on the ground, breathing rapidly and exhausted.

Sweat stuck to her embarrassed face, and her abdominal organs were like a knife.

Very tired.

The spotlight projected from above, causing the boy to squint his eyes slightly and want to stand up, but the clamor of his body made her weak and powerless and could no longer struggle.

The referee's leather shoes were parked beside her.

A pair of hands slapped the ground, and the crisp sound exploded in the boy's ears.

"one!"

Qiao Yu swallowed the blood foam, clenched his fists, and wanted to hold on.

"two!"

The pain instantly swept across the limbs and bones with force, like minced meat at the tip of a knife, and the beast bites it.

"three!"

Half an inch above the ground, Qiao Yu gritted his teeth and wanted to kneel on the ground.

"Four!"

"Bang!"

Two sounds sounded together.

The boy's knees hit the ground and his calf exerted force, but because of his weak muscles, he fell to the ground.

The breathing sounds of the audience stopped.

On the big screen, the boy struggled, tenaciously, trying to fight to the death.

Don't admit defeat!

Don't surrender yet!

Jiang Yan's eyes were complicated.

He was not in a good condition either.

This kid's fists are not only hard, but also tricky. If he weren't a few years older and won by his strength, he would have been lucky enough to win.

"five!"

He Ran had red eyes and suddenly shouted at the ring.

"I will never stop self-improvement! Only I am Daxia!"

"One heart and one virtue! Sharing honor and disgrace!"

We young men are willing to share honor and disgrace with Daxia! Advance and retreat together!

Even if you lose, you will still be honored!

Don't be ashamed!

Under the sea of ​​fireworks, the dormant golden-scale dragon rolled and screamed!

"I will never stop self-improvement! Only I am Daxia!"

"One heart and one virtue! Sharing honor and disgrace--"

All the young men use their own weak power to gather together the fire, just to convey one sentence!

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If you lose, we will take it with you!

The eight roaring words cannot be extended, and they are restless in everyone's hearts!

"six!"

The fire of flames in the whole audience extinguished instantly!

Only the golden dragon collapses and howls!

The audience was in awe of awe.

Even if you lose, you will still be honored!

This glory is worthy of admiration!

Being infected by this scene, Lin Nian burst into tears!

She stared at the boy on the ring.

She is still struggling!

"seven!"

Give up, do you see or not, they are all proud of you!

"Crown Prince!"

Sudden.

An urgent cry interrupted Qiao Yu's struggle.

It's Jiang Yin.

He red eyes and threw Jiuxiao to her.

"Crown Prince, look at this sword!"

Everyone advised the young man to admit defeat, but he alone ran to the training base and brought the sword back!

Look!

Look at this sword!

The sky is soaring in front of the young man, hammering the heart, as heavy as a thousand gold!

The boy's throat was blood rolling, staring at the sword tightly, facing the eyes of the wolf on the scabbard.

"The inheritance of the martial arts lineage has a long way to go."

A string that was loosened in Qiao Yu's mind suddenly tensed.

That day, Xiaonan Mountain was snowing heavily, and the master stood on the sky above the clouds and solemnly entrusted the sword.

The famous sword Jiuxiao, the sword sheath carved with the eyes of the Cang Wolf, means to move forward with a long history!

It's affirmation, it's also responsibility!

Qiao Yu stretched out his hand, and his bloody knuckles held the sword tightly.

The boy's aura changed suddenly!

Qiao Yu's eyes were sharp and solemn.

Disciple! Remember!

"eight!"

The scabbard hit the ground, making a buzzing sound, the young man's legs trembled, his eyes were like the eyes of the wolf god on the scabbard, killing him in the wild!

"Nine!"

The atmosphere of the whole audience was instantly stagnant!

On the ring.

The young man in white returns with his sword!

"Daxia! Will win!"

"Daxia! Will win!"

"Daxia! Will win!"

Thunder trembled throughout the audience!

Qiao Yu's eyes were stained with blood, and he looked at Jiang Yan through the blood curtain.

"I won't lose."

The young man abandoned his sword and clenched his fists with both hands.

Only the gods!
Chapter completed!