Everyone in the Jinling circle looked at this scene with disbelief.
No one could have imagined that Wanyanhen would not even give up his face and dare to give Songping Daqing a firearm.
In this case, even if Matsudaira Daoqing can win, the Jinling Circle does not need to recognize him.
On the other hand, Matsudaira Daiharu herself looked not ashamed, but proud.
He slowly took out the lead bullet and put it into the revolver. Then he smiled coldly at Ye Jiufeng: "Baga, from Daxia, Xinei!"
When the host saw this scene, he glanced at Zhang Guohua with an embarrassed look. After seeing his fierce eyes, the host shouted: "Start!"
The moment he spoke, the firearm in Matsudaira Daqing's hand directly pulled the trigger and fired towards Ye Jiufeng's location.
"boom!"
"Whoa!"
Almost at the moment Songping Daqing pulled the trigger, Ye Jiufeng stepped on his right foot and flicked his finger.
Fragments of the broken knife on the ground came out.
The firearm's lead bullet missed, but the fragments pierced Matsudaira's throat.
There was a sudden silence in the whole place.
Matsudaira Daqing, who was holding a firearm, had a look of disbelief in his eyes. He never imagined that he could still lose even though he was holding a firearm.
The next moment, he collapsed on the ground, clutching his throat and refusing to close his eyes.
Ye Jiufeng looked indifferent and sarcastic.
The expressions of Wan Yanhen and others froze at the same time, especially the female companions beside him, whose mouths were slightly opened, as if they wanted to slap themselves at this moment, so as to confirm that they were dreaming.
And those fans of Matsudaira Oharu were all struck by lightning at this moment. They never imagined that their idol not only lost, but also died!
"Son of a bitch! Ye Jiufeng!"
"Why are you like this!"
"Why did you kill Matsudaira Oharu!?"
"This round doesn't count!"
"Let some stupid onmyoji from the island country come over to summon the souls, let Matsudaira Daharu get up and fight again!"
Hearing Ye Hao complaining for Matsudaira Daoqing, countless people in the audience felt the urge to have a cerebral hemorrhage.
Everyone is dead, why should he get up and fight?
What does he want to do?
Whip the corpse?
Wan Yanhen gritted his teeth, because Ye Hao was not only killing people, but also slapping him in the face and hurting his heart.
He was defeated several times in a row, and in the end, he killed Matsudaira Daoqing instantly, which was equivalent to stepping on his Wan Yanhen's face and trampling him continuously.
"enough!"
Even a man as thick-skinned as Zhang Guohua stood up with gritted teeth and spoke in a cold voice.
"This time, the Jinling Circle won!"
He is indeed shameless, but no matter how shameless he is, he cannot ignore the facts.
If the quarrel continues, how will Zhang Guohua hang out in the Jinling circle in the future?
After all, no matter how many chances a dead man is given, it is impossible for him to make a comeback.
Ye Hao said with an angry look on his face: "Referees, you can't do this!"
"Ye Jiufeng made a sneak attack. Ye Jiufeng is shameless. How can we judge him to win?"
"I don't accept it!"
"I'm going to the Wu Meng to appeal!"
"Click——"
The teacup in front of Zhang Guohua was instantly crushed by him. He gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Hao. If eyes could kill, Ye Hao would have been killed thousands of times by now.
The host's eyelids were twitching wildly at this moment, and then he raised his hand and announced: "Jinling Circle wins!"
This victory is of great significance to the Jinling circle.
Originally, they had already lost their armor, but this undoubted victory brought back confidence and self-esteem to the Jinling circle.