On the opposite side, Jiuwenlong fell to the ground in an instant. His right arm had been cut off shoulder-to-shoulder, and blood was splattering at this moment.
He covered his broken arm with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and was in unbearable pain.
He looked up at Matsuhira Daqing opposite him, as if he wanted to say something, but the severe pain made him speechless.
Around me, a sigh sounded.
On the one hand, I feel sorry for Songping Daqing's strength, and on the other hand, it is a pity for the Nine-patterned Dragon.
Because of this defeat, Jiuwenlong lost not only the trust of the Jinling Circle, but also the fact that he will become a useless person from now on. He may be in panic in the pursuit of enemies and enemies for the rest of his life.
"Get out--"
Matsupei Daqing did not give Xie Mengyao and others face, but walked to the Jiuwenlong who was in distress at this moment and kicked him away with one kick.
The nine-patterned dragon flew out and directly hit the huge marble coffee table in front of Xie Mengyao and others.
The marble cracked and the cups were in a mess. The Jiuwenlong was bleeding at this moment, leaving only one breath left.
If the provocative scene is a little quiet.
Everyone looked at this scene inexplicably.
No one expected that Matsuhira Daqing not only won, but also dared to slap in the face so strongly.
This is enough to show that there was already huge friction between the island people and the Jinling Circle.
After a moment of silence, there were also a lot of cheers from the audience.
Some young girls even called Matsuhira Daqing's name loudly, and probably they were not so excited when they went home to call her father.
Although Xie Mengyao and others were not completely stunned by this scene, they still felt extremely headache when they squinted their eyes and looked at the Jiuwenlong lying in front of them.
After all, the Nine-patterned Dragon is already their strongest trump card, but unexpectedly they still lose.
The next few games will probably be even harder to play.
"Miss Xie, Mr. Huo, after losing Mr. Du, why have you become so useless?"
Wanyan Hen, who was opposite, fell on Xie Mengyao with interest at this moment, with unconcealed greed and passion in her eyes.
"This is your strongest trump card. Even he lost, what else can you do?"
"Can't the next few so-called masters be killed directly by our beloved general Matsuhira Daharu?"
"In that case, we'll be fighting ten!"
"Sometimes I really can't understand why you guys dare not be able to get along with my father and the Palace of Eternal Life."
"You really don't know how to write the word "death"!"
"Of course, if Miss Xie promised to have a drink with me tonight, then I can let Matsuhide Daqing let go of water so that you won't lose so ugly, how about it?"
Hearing Wanyan's joking tone with a smile, everyone in the Jinling circle turned black.
The men and women in the gorgeous clothes around Wanyan Hen laughed out loud, looking at Xie Mengyao and others with disdain.
As for the young and young daughters in the upper-class circle who came to watch the game, they were all holding goblets and watching this scene with interest.
It seems to be related to the future battle of Jinling and has nothing to do with them.
This scene also made Ye Hao frown slightly. He thought that he might have to take action and went directly to swell the faces of the islanders.
"Why do we lose again and again? Do you Wanyan Hen have no idea in your heart?"
At this time, Du Guangqi couldn't help but stand up.