Yan Youshu's speed and the ferocity of his attacks shocked Yan Xiang. His eyes opened wide and his body retreated sharply. However, Yan Youshu's palms chased Yan Xiang tightly as if chasing a soul for his life.

Seeing that Yan Youshu couldn't avoid it, Yan Xiang raised his palm and met Yan Youshu's palm. With a bang, they both took a step back. Yan Xiang's face flushed slightly, but Yan Youshu was calm and composed.

He glanced at Yan Xiang in surprise, Yan Youshu smiled lightly and said, "You have good internal skills. You can actually catch my palm. I don't know if you can catch it next!"

After saying that, Yan Youshu attacked again, and kept hitting Yan Xiang with both palms. Yan Xiang couldn't dodge, so he could only face Yan Youshu head-on with Hui Zhang. After a round of fighting, Yan Xiang's face turned red and blood dripped, and his heart was filled with blood.

It kept rolling. The legend whirred, and kept beating its chest.

Yan Youshu just took a few deep breaths. It seems that although Yan Xiang's internal strength is strong, he can't use it, and there is still a considerable strength gap between Yan Youshu and Yan Youshu.

Yan Xiang knew that he would definitely be defeated if this continued. But what could be done? The three battles just now had made him very tired. Now he had to deal with a very powerful descendant of Maoshan. Even gods might not have this ability. Yan Xiang

I am so anxious that I can only surrender and admit defeat?

No, he had personally said before that he would definitely win. And this was a key step to defeat Zhou Nantian. In order to help Mu Long regain his position, he had to hold on!

Without stopping, Yan Youshu launched another round of offensive. His palms kept changing, hitting Yan Xiang like a violent storm. Yan Xiang was sweating profusely and kept waving his palms to resist.

Suddenly, Yan Youshu retracted his palms, took a deep breath, smacked his palms out, and shouted, "Boy, go to hell!"

Yan Xiang hurriedly raised his palms to resist. Then the two palms of Yan Youshu were more powerful than the previous ten palms combined. With the four palms touching, Yan Xiang fell back four to five meters. He bent down and opened his mouth to spray out.

There was residual blood in his mouth, his face was red, his eyes were red, and he couldn't stand up.

Yan Youshu walked slowly to Yan Xiang, raised his palm and pointed it at Yan Xiang's head. A cruel smile appeared on his face, "You are not qualified to fight against me!"

Then his palm fell. Yan Youshu could already see Yan Xiang collapsed at his feet, and he couldn't help but feel proud. So what if he was protected by the descendants of Shushan? In the end, he was not going to die in my hands. Who said that I was abandoned by Maoshan?

Disciple? Will Maoshan’s abandoned disciple be so powerful?

"Ah, I think it's you who died." Yan Xiang, who was bent over, suddenly punched out the fist hidden in his waist. The ferocity of the momentum made Yan Youshu pale in shock.

He could sense that the force contained in Yanxiang's punch was very powerful. It was several times more powerful than before. How could Yanxiang suddenly burst out with such a strong offensive?

Yan Youshu hurriedly took back the palm that slapped Yan Xiang's head to resist Yan Xiang's punch. Although he was prepared in time, he retracted his hand too slowly and did not gather enough Qi, so his internal strength was completely unable to match Yan Xiang's deliberate concentration.

Compared with the fists that had been fighting for a long time, with one punch, Yan Youshu, who had the upper hand just now, was knocked out several meters.

However, Yan Xiang did not stop. He punched Yan Youshu back and quickly caught up with him. He punched Yan Youshu again, but Yan Youshu was not lucky enough and was beaten back again and again. Yan Xiang took advantage of the victory to pursue, and kept

He punched Yan Youshu and reversed the situation just now.

Yan Youshu was beaten back and forth, and he was already leaning against the ropes of the ring, with no way to retreat. Facing Yan Xiang's aggressive attack, he had no time to use his strength to resist. He felt that his chest was getting more and more stuffy and aggrieved, and finally he opened his mouth and puffed out.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Yan Xiang didn't stop because he knew that as soon as he stopped, he would have no chance. So he had to beat Yan Youshu to the ground!

"Ugh..." Yan Youshu, who was forced into a desperate situation and had no power to fight back, suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist. The horizontal sword cut Yan Xiang's lower abdomen. The sharp software instantly cut Yan Xiang's stomach.

A wound was cut, and blood spurted out. Yan Xiang was in pain, and Yan Youshu still had a sword in his hand, so he hurriedly jumped back.

The whole place was in an uproar. No one could have imagined that there would be such a reversal of the situation. No one would have thought that Yan Youshu would hide the long sword on his waist. No one could see it before. But this seems to be a foul, right?

Yan Youshu succeeded with one move and stabbed Yan Xiang between the eyebrows with his sword. Yan Xiang was shocked and stepped back continuously.

"Bang..." At this moment, loud gunshots resounded throughout the audience. The bullet hit Yan Youshu's thigh. Yan Youshu's feet softened and he half-knelt on the ground. He could no longer pursue Yan Xiang.

. He could only look back angrily, looking for the person who shot him coldly.

I saw a man on the judges' bench blowing on the smoking gun barrel, and said calmly, "Do you really think that we judges are just decorations? No one dares to commit a foul in front of us." Then he pointed at Yan Youshu and said, "You, you are disqualified.

!”

Yan Xiang really wanted to curse him. Those who committed the foul just now didn't shoot again. Now they have drawn their swords, and they cut him before they fired. This is too much of a hindsight. You're still pretending to be cool.

?I can't even vent the resentment in Yan Xiang's heart even if I rub it or beat my chest to the ground.

Zhou Nantian came to the edge of the stage and yelled at Yan Youshu, "What the hell did you do? You said that Maoshan masters can't even defeat people. In the end, they even used weapons. Aren't you ashamed of yourself!"

Yan Youshu didn't explain it. He snorted coldly and limped down with his sword in hand.

The whole place was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. No one expected that there would be so many changes in today's game. Yan Xiang's reversal, the ogre's appearance, the words and tricks to draw a sword, and the judges' shooting.

This surprise comes one after another, making people's minds overwhelmed.

Yanxiang covered the wound on his stomach and gasped. Feng Huaji asked Yanxiang with concern, "Are you okay? Does it matter?"

Although he said he was concerned, Yan Xiang couldn't see any worry or care in Feng Huaji's eyes. This kid probably wished that Yan Xiang had helped him win the victory and died right away, so that he wouldn't have to deal with Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang glanced at Feng Huaji lightly and said, "Do you think I'm fine?"

Feng Huaji said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask the doctor to help you take care of your wound. You last one more round and defeat one more opponent. Then you can take a rest. The rules state that as long as you defeat five opponents, you can take a rest."

hour. Then whoever wins the most games will be the champion. We will definitely win!"

Feng Huaji's eyes flashed with excitement. It can be seen that this kid cares more about winning or losing than Yan Xiang's injury. However, it is human nature for a sinister and cunning person like Feng Huaji to have such thoughts. Yan Xiang is full of anger, but he will not explode his anger.

On Feng Huaji's head.

A little impatience will mess up a big plan!

Tolerate!

Yan Xiang took a deep breath to calm down the boiling anger in his stomach. He forced a smile to Feng Huaji and said, "Okay, I will last one more game. Please hurry up and find a doctor to help me deal with the wound. Otherwise, if I have

You can't win the game if you are three long and two short."

"Okay, okay, call the doctor right away." Feng Huaji turned around and left with a smile on his face.

After a while, two doctors came onto the field carrying medicine boxes. Both of them looked at Yan Xiang in horror. After all, they had witnessed the whole process of Yan Xiang's competition just now. It was enough for one person to fight against five opponents.

.But all of them are perverts. Especially the ogre, just thinking about it makes people shiver.

Yanxiang showed a pleasant smile to the two doctors and said, "Am I that scary? I'm injured. Can you please help me take care of the wound quickly?"

"Okay, okay." The two doctors said yes. They opened the medicine box and asked Yanxiang, "Do you want to give you an anesthetic first?"

The anesthetic was used to reduce the pain of Yan Xiang's wound. However, Yan Xiang's body will definitely be affected by the anesthetic. Who knows how perverted his next opponent will be later. So after weighing the consequences, Yan Xiang still refused to take the anesthetic.

Anesthetic. He must keep his mind clear in order to face the enemy.

The two took out tweezers, alcohol and cotton, and said to Yan Xiang, "Then you have to be patient. It will be very painful to deal with the wound later!"

Yanxiang gritted his teeth and tore off the clothes on his stomach, saying, "Farewell, mother-in-law, come on. In ancient times, there was talk about Yun Chang scraping bones to cure poison. Today, I, Yanxiang, do not use anesthetics to treat injuries."

Yan Xiang spoke with great pride. Both doctors were impressed by Yan Xiang's courage. Some female spectators on the field also looked at Yan Xiang with admiration.

This is a real man!

Of course, Yanxiang was very scared! Very scared!

He didn't have the courage of Guan Yunchang. Besides, he could at least play Go to distract his attention, but now he could only heal his injuries in public, so there was no way to distract him. But he swore in his heart that after this incident,

He must return ten times the scars and wounds on his body to Zhou Nantian and Feng Huaji. It will be difficult for these two bitches to relieve his anger until they die.

The doctor first wiped the blood on Yanxiang's wound with cotton. Yanxiang's wound was already a little numb, but he didn't feel any pain. Then he dipped it in alcohol and helped Yanxiang wash the wound. Now it hurt. Yanxiang

Xiang gasped suddenly and almost fainted without rolling his eyes.

It would be better if he could pass out. After all, this heartbreaking pain is really not something that the human body can bear. Yanxiang gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his face kept twitching. He endured unprecedented pain. But this was just the beginning, and more

The painful things are yet to come.

I saw the doctor taking out a sterile, slender silver needle from the medicine box. When he saw Yanxiang, Yanxiang almost died. With trembling lips, he asked, "Doctor? Can you do it without stitches?"

Yanxiang managed to endure it after washing the wound with alcohol. But if he had to use a needle to sew it, he might really have passed out. Without anesthesia and stitches, who has tried it? Are you fucking kidding me? Yanxiang
Chapter completed!