Long Yibiao still stood there without moving, and the long sword had already stabbed into his eyes.
'Snapped!'
He grabbed the sword directly with one hand, a white air emerged from his hand, and the sword instantly turned white.
"What? Ice Palm?"
Leng Mufeng was shocked, and the hand holding the sword seemed to be covered with ice.
"You know the truth!"
‘Crack!’
Long Yibiao broke it hard, and the long sword in Leng Mufeng's hand was broken into several pieces on the spot.
This scene shocked everyone present. Even Xiao Feng frowned. The mysterious warrior was indeed extraordinary.
'boom!'
Leng Mufeng was knocked away by his palm and retreated continuously after landing.
His arms were covered with a layer of frost, and his face turned as pale as snow.
Long Yidar flew towards him and hit his head with a palm.
Leng Mufeng could only evade in a panic, hiding around the ring like a mouse. He was in a state of complete embarrassment.
"Where to run!"
Long Yidar was faster, and he was in front of him in a blink of an eye, and slapped him firmly on the chest.
"puff…"
Leng Mufeng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell onto the ring on the spot.
"Hall Master Leng!"
Fifth, he was waiting for the bosses to come forward and quickly carried him over.
Leng Mufeng seemed to be frozen, his whole body was covered with frost, and he could not stop shaking. If he was not treated in time, he could survive for a few minutes at most.
Xiao Feng took out the silver needle and quickly sealed his heart veins to prevent him from being frozen to death by the cold air.
"Hall Master Leng, hold on."
Xiao Feng quickly applied the needle and used his spiritual power to resolve the cold air.
Leng Mufeng's lips turned purple due to the cold, and he was holding on with his last bit of willpower.
"It's useless, no one can save him."
Long Yibiao sneered: "Those who are hit by my ice palm will have no choice but to wait for death, hahaha..."
Suddenly, a cold air spurted out from Leng Mufeng's mouth, and his pale face gradually turned red.
The frost on his body also disappeared, and he survived and saved his life.
"What?"
Long Yibiao was shocked: "You brat, you can actually relieve my coldness? What kind of acupuncture is this?"
Xiao Feng was too lazy to pay attention to him and quickly adjusted Leng Mufeng's body to avoid hurting his muscles and bones.
"Huh? This guy knows Chinese medicine?"
Jiang Yuntao asked with a smile.
"Yes, I heard that he is a student at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and also opened a medical clinic."
Xu Defa nodded.
"Humph! It's just a blind cat that kills a mouse."
Rose chuckled: "He is a young man in his early twenties, how can his medical skills be so good? It's just luck."
"Not quite."
Xu Defa whispered: "I have investigated him, and he has recently become famous in Jiangcheng's medical circles. He is called Divine Doctor Xiao."
"What? Miracle doctor?"
"Stop bragging, I think he looks like a magician."
Rose sighed.
"interesting!"
Jiang Yuntao smiled slightly: "It seems that this Xiao Feng is much better than the son of your old lover."
"Uh...that kid is just a loser."
Xu Defa looked embarrassed. The two of them were talking about Han Zhengwei.
In this seventh game, Gui Lao naturally won again. If he wins another game, he will win.
It is currently 5:3. If there is a tie, both sides will have to play another game.
"Hahaha... Bosses, who else do you have?"
Wei Yingjie laughed wildly: "Xiao, do you want to go up and give it a try?"
"Okay, I'll satisfy you."
"Brother Feng, I'm going."
Bing Ling stopped him and whispered: "This Long Yibiao has a sworn hatred against me. I will kill him with my own hands."
"oh?"
Seeing the murderous look in her eyes, Xiao Feng thought that it might be because of the destruction of Baihua Palace.
"Okay, you must be careful."
"Don't worry, I will make his head fall to the ground."
Bing Ling held the broken sword in his hand and returned to the ring.
Long Yibao flattened his mouth and chuckled: "Little girl, don't think that just because you defeated two losers, you can compete with me. If you don't want to die, just get off the ring right away."
Bing Ling stared at him: "Long Yibao, you deserve to die. Today I will take your life with my own hands."
"Huh? Who are you?"
There was something in his words, Long Yibiao frowned.
"I am your nightmare."
Bing Ling suddenly took action, and the broken sword went straight to his throat.
Long Yibiao was a warrior in the Xuan Realm, so naturally he would not refuse anyone who came, so he greeted him with a move of Ice Palm.
'Snapped!'
He grabbed the broken sword with one hand again, and the cold air rose instantly.
But this time he miscalculated. There was no frost on the broken sword, and it even glowed with a white light.
"What?"
Long Yibiao was shocked that the ice palm did not freeze the opponent.
'brush!'
Bing Ling Broken Sword struck, and Long Yibiao quickly let go, almost having his finger cut off.
He quickly backed away and said in surprise: "You little girl, what kind of sword is this?"
"The sword that kills you!"
Bing Ling used his sword skills, and for a moment the entire arena was filled with the light of swords and shadows.
Her speed was so fast that Long Yibiao, a mysterious warrior, was forced to retreat step by step.
Only then did Xiao Feng realize that Bing Ling had hidden her own strength before, and this girl was really unfathomable.
'boom!'
Suddenly, Long Yidar kicked her in the chest, and Bing Ling flew out.
"Stinky girl, I want your life...what? My hand..."
Just when Long Yibao was about to take action, he was completely stunned.
Everyone in the audience was shocked. Only the bloody bones of his arms and palms were left, and all the skin and flesh had been cut off.
The dazzling swordsmanship just now was truly a masterpiece.
Bing Ling spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly stood up.
"Long Yibiao, if you don't have your hands, what can you use to kill me?"
"Stinky girl, who are you?"
Long Yibao went crazy.
"who I am?"
Bing Ling approached him step by step: "Five years ago, you united with a group of scum in the martial arts world."
"You killed more than fifty of my senior sisters, and finally forced my master to death. Do you remember?"
"five years ago?"
Long Yibiao was shocked: "You...are you the remnant of Baihua Palace?"
"Yes, I am a disciple of Baihua Palace."
Bing Ling suddenly approached and slit Long Yibiao's throat with a sword.
He clutched his neck and was terrified. Death had come and he had no way out.
In the end, Long Yibiao fell on the ring and died with a pair of dead fish eyes staring at him.
"Master Long?"
Wei Yingjie was confused, Long Yi Biao was his last trump card.
Among the masters beside him, only an injured Feng Yanhuo was left.
"Mr. Jiang, please help me."
He had no choice but to ask Jiang Yuntao for help.
"Sorry, I can't help you."
Jiang Yuntao shook his finger and decisively refused.
"Haha...Ghost, you're done."
Wu Zheng laughed: "There are two duels later, who are you going to send?"
"Palace Master Feng, that woman is already injured. Come on."
"I?"
Feng Yanhuo shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm injured and it's really difficult for me to play."
"Boss Ghost, you are also a master of martial arts, so why not do it yourself?"
He's not stupid. Even Long Yibiao was killed. Didn't he die in vain if he went up there?
"You...waste."
Wei Yingjie was so angry that his head hurt, and he was helpless.
"In the eighth game, Jiangcheng wins."
Gongsun Liang, Supervisor of History, stood up on his own initiative.
"Boss Ghost, there are two more duels ahead, do you still have anyone in the ring?"
"No more, I admit defeat."
After a few seconds of silence, Wei Yingjie closed his eyes.
"Haha... we won, we won."
Several big guys in Jiangcheng were all extremely excited.