Not only did he notice the changes in Ouyang Chuanfeng's left hand, Liu Tianlin also noticed that Ouyang Chuanfeng was hiding a deadly move. However, it was strictly forbidden to make loud noises in the Immortal Palace, so Liu Tianlin was not allowed to utter a warning even though he was extremely anxious.

After several rounds, Ouyang Chuanfeng finally took action and directly caught Yang Dongbao's sharp sword with his left palm. At the same time, he quickly raised his right foot and kicked Yang Dongbao in the lower abdomen.

Not only Yang Dongbao did not expect that Ouyang Chuanfeng would grab his long sword with his bare hands, but others were also surprised, because before that, everyone only thought that Ouyang Chuanfeng was going to attack Yang Dongbao with his left palm, but they never thought that Ouyang Chuanfeng would use his left palm to attack Yang Dongbao.

Cinnabar Palm snatched Yang Dongbao's weapon.

Ouyang Chuanfeng originally wanted to snatch the long sword from Yang Dongbao and kick him off the stone platform, but Yang Dongbao was good at using swords and knew what it meant to lose the long sword. Therefore, although Ouyang Chuanfeng was kicked, he still held the long sword tightly and never let go.

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Ouyang Chuanfeng's kick was so powerful that he thought he would be able to kick Yang Dongbao off the stone platform. Unexpectedly, Yang Dongbao held the sword tightly and did not retreat. Seeing this, Ouyang Chuanfeng's nose trembled, and he raised his right foot again and aimed at Yang Dongbao's lower abdomen.

Another powerful kick.

This kick directly caused Yang Dongbao to spit out blood, but Yang Dongbao still held the hilt of the sword tightly and refused to let go. At the same time, he rushed out his left fist in an attempt to counterattack.

But people's energy is limited, and people who are good at using weapons often have poor boxing and kicking skills. Before Yang Dongbao could get closer with his left fist, Ouyang Chuanfeng raised his right foot to push his left arm away, then quickly raised his left foot and kicked Yang Dongbao again.

lower abdomen.

Yang Dongbao suffered severe injuries, and blood was spurting from his mouth and nose, but even so, Yang Dongbao still did not let go.

In fact, Ouyang Chuanfeng could have let go of Yang Dongbao's sword while kicking him. In this case, Yang Dongbao would naturally fly down and fall off the stage. However, he had repeatedly kicked Yang Dongbao before and failed to force Yang Dongbao to let go. If he gave up the fight for Yang Dongbao at this time,

With a long sword, it seems that the victory is not thorough enough.

In order to completely defeat his opponent, Ouyang Chuanfeng held the long sword tightly with his left hand and kicked Yang Dongbao vigorously in the chest and abdomen.

By this time Yang Dongbao already knew that there was no hope of victory, so in order to save the last physical strength

In front of him, he could only clench his teeth and hold the sword hilt tightly, no matter how crazy Ouyang Chuanfeng kicked him, he would not let go.

Because Yang Dongbao clenched his teeth, blood spurted out of his nose and splashed all over Ouyang Chuan's plump head and face.

Seeing Ouyang Chuanfeng's cruel attack, Liu Tianlin and others were furious. They all stood up from their seats and glared at each other.

In order to support Ouyang Chuanfeng, the Beggar Clan's left guardian Gongsun Chengwei and others also left their seats and stood up, looking at each other from a distance with Liu Tianlin and others.

The others did not get up, nor did Long Haotian, who had left his seat, with a cold expression, while Long Haotian was smiling but not smiling.

Under Ouyang Chuanfeng's repeated kicks, Yang Dongbao finally fell off the stone platform.

Before Yang Dongbao could land, several imperial guards rushed forward to catch him. Yang Dongbao's face was as white as paper, his whole body was twitching, and he was coughing up blood. It was obvious that his internal organs had been kicked to pieces by Ouyang Chuanfeng.

Yang Dongbao was unable to speak at this time, but he still held the half-broken sword tightly in his hand. There was no doubt that Yang Dongbao lost, but he was not completely defeated, because his weapon was still there and was not taken away by his opponent. He used

His own life saved his last bit of dignity.

Although Ouyang Chuanfeng was victorious, he was still defeated. He threw away half of the sword in his hand angrily, turned around with a fierce look in his eyes, and looked around ferociously.

Seeing that Yang Dongbao had no way to save himself, several generals of the Imperial Guard became angry and pulled out their weapons to get on the stage. One of the middle-aged generals stopped everyone and turned to look at Liu Tianlin.

Liu Tianlin nodded slowly.

After receiving Liu Tianlin's approval, the middle-aged general stepped onto the stage. This man did not carry any weapons and faced the enemy with his bare hands.

After the middle-aged general came to power, he cupped his fists at the young Yin official in greeting and turned to look coldly at Ouyang Chuanfeng, "General Yulin

Chen Xiulie came here to ask for advice."

Before Ouyang Chuanfeng could answer the question, the fat monk who had spoken earlier sarcastically said again, "If the Tang Dynasty really had talented people, they would fight among themselves."

Hearing Monk Fan's ridicule, everyone in the group frowned. Now that he had obtained the bronze talisman, he felt confident and left his seat angrily. He stretched out his hand and said, "Shut your stupid mouth. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will go to Tianzhu and kill you."

The obese monk did not expect that Datou would dare to insult him in front of the young Yin official. In panic, he turned to look at the young Yin official, "God, that dwarf threatened me, did you hear it?"

The young Yin official raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fan Monk, "No."

"Ah?! He was so loud, how could you not hear him," the fat monk shouted urgently, "You have to take care of him."

The young Yin official frowned and waved his hands, "Sit down Ansheng. If you talk nonsense again, I will scare you."

As soon as the young Yin official said this, everyone outside the venue burst into laughter. In the eyes of the world, gods are serious, but this young Yin official is very casual and does not show any pretense of being old-fashioned.

At this time, Ouyang Chuanfeng had already fought against Chen Xiulie. This was a real fight between the two, because neither of them used weapons, they only used a pair of flesh palms. Ouyang Chuanfeng used cinnabar palms. After practicing his skills,

Both palms were red, and Chen Xiulie practiced iron sand palms. Under the stimulation of spiritual energy, his hands were as black as ink.

Different from the previous tossing and turning, the two of them fought head-on. They didn't use their body skills and directly attacked each other with their palms. The sound of explosions was heard one after another.

Chen Xiulie also cultivated in the mountains. After many years of immersion, he had already mastered the iron sand palm, while Ouyang Chuanfeng had also practiced the cinnabar palm to the extreme. The two faced each other head-on. The battle was fierce and the momentum was astonishing.

Chen Xiu Lie came on stage this time holding back his anger, aiming to avenge Yang Dongbao, but Ouyang Chuanfeng did not fall behind even with several palms. Every time he faced off, he retreated farther than Ouyang Chuanfeng.

It is half a foot longer, so it can be seen that although both sides are trained in mountains, in terms of the purity of internal energy and the power of martial arts, Ouyang Chuanfeng's cinnabar palm is superior.

By this time, Chen Xiulie already knew that he was no match for Ouyang Chuanfeng, but he did not retreat despite the difficulties. Instead, he became more courageous as he fought. His purpose was also very simple, even if he suffered internal injuries, he would also consume Ouyang Chuanfeng's energy.

Aura paves the way for everyone on your side to attack the enemy later.

There was no skill at all in the competition between the two. They kept attacking each other with their palms. After more than ten palms exchanged, blood flowed from the corners of Chen Xiulie's mouth, and his dark palms were swollen. Different from the iron palms, which are known for their fierceness, the cinnabar palms

It's a poisonous palm. Being hit by a cinnabar palm will cause poisoning.

Seeing that Chen Xiu Lie's defeat had appeared, Ouyang Chuanfeng did not attack quickly with all his strength, but slowed down the pace of the attack, giving Chen Xiu Lie enough time to gather momentum.

Ouyang Chuanfeng's move was naturally not out of goodwill, but with ulterior motives. If Chen Xiulie was captured quickly, Chen Xiulie would be defeated at most. However, Ouyang Chuanfeng was not a fool. He had already seen that Chen Xiulie was consuming his spiritual energy. He was annoyed and did not want to

Chen Xiulie stepped down prematurely, but wanted to keep him on stage, waiting for his poison to attack his heart before making a serious move to kill him.

Realizing Ouyang Chuanfeng's sinister intentions, Liu Tianlin said in a deep voice, "General Chen, do what you can."

As soon as Liu Tianlin said this, he immediately attracted angry looks from the Beggar Clan camp, and the young Yin official who had been standing in the Kun position also turned to look at him, "During the competition, no one outside the venue is allowed to make any noise."

Hearing this, Liu Tianlin had no choice but to keep silent. Fortunately, Chen Xiulie heard Liu Tianlin's words and took the initiative to retreat and admit defeat, "I am not as good as others, so I am willing to be inferior."

The other party accepted defeat, and even though Ouyang Chuanfeng was unwilling to do so, he could only stop there, "Haha, easy to say."
Chapter completed!