Hong Kong movies: I can see the loyalty value, I am not panicked at all

On the second day of the boxing match, the two most eye-catching players were Xiahou Wu and Feng Yuxiu, both of whom won a great victory.

The second was the Thai boxer Achai, who only lost to Xiahou Wu.

The last day was the final day.

There were only four players left out of more than ten players. In addition to the above three people, the other one was the weapon king Hong Ye.

Speaking of which, this person is a bit of a cheater. Most people use fists, but he holds a pair of short sticks.

There is no way. It is called a boxing match, but it is actually an unlimited fighting match. Except that guns cannot be used, there are no other restrictions.

On the first day, some people used jab, but they were beaten badly. After all, it was not a fight between street thugs. People who can go on stage are never afraid of others holding weapons.

"There are three games left today, two semi-finals and one final. As for who will win, we will wait and see."

He walked off the boxing ring and looked at Li Qing with a smile on his face.

"Damn, old fox, you may have something bad in mind!" Li Qing curled his lips.

The first match was between Feng Yuxiu and the weapon king Hong Ye.

Feng Yuxiu was still the same, holding his fists and looking up at the opposite side, "Foshan Feng Yuxiu."

Hong Ye also returned the greeting with a fist, and then pulled out two short sticks from his waist.

As soon as Feng Yuxiu finished speaking, Hong Ye stepped on the ground and the short sticks attacked his chin.

Feng Yuxiu used the eagle claws like lightning and accurately held the short sticks. At the same time, his left hand was also in the shape of a claw, hooking towards Hong Ye's eyes.

Hong Ye was not vague either, and another short stick hit his left hand.

"Snap..." The short stick was directly broken by Feng Yuxiu's eagle claws.

Hong Ye's pupils shrank, and he stepped back and flashed out of Feng Yuxiu's attack range.

"Powerful eagle claws?" Hong Ye asked, throwing down half of the short stick. "Awesome!"

He could easily break hard iron and wood. He knew that Feng Yuxiu's powerful eagle claws had reached the top.

Feng Yuxiu smiled when he heard this, but his smile soon disappeared.

The opponent pulled out two metal short sticks from his waist.

"Fuck, the opponent is playing tricks!"

Crow saw this scene and stood up first, cursing.

Dahu and Ergou, two cultured people, were not to be outdone. They stood up and fired a mouthful of cannons in the direction of the boxing ring.

"You fucking sit down, don't embarrass yourself."

Li Qing covered his face. He really couldn't do anything with this group of idiots. It was said that it was an unlimited fight, and it was not a foul for others to draw a knife.

The fight on the boxing ring continued. Hong Ye, who changed to a metal short stick, obviously had the upper hand. For a while, Feng Yuxiu was exhausted.

But he was not without room for fighting back. He was good at leg skills. The two of them fought back and forth, especially practicing many boxing and leg skills.

Xingyiquan, Baguazhang, Tongbiquan, Twelve Road Tan Legs... The changes in moves are like antelope hanging horns, which makes people unpredictable.

As time went by, Hong Ye felt more and more exhausted, especially Feng Yuxiu's leg technique, the force of which bounced back to his palm through the short stick, making the pain unbearable.

Finally, Feng Yuxiu kicked Hong Ye's unprotected chest sideways.

"Ah~" Hong Ye screamed and flew out, accompanied by a broken sternum, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth.

There were also some fragments of internal organs mixed in the blood.

Hong Ye's eyes widened, looking at Feng Yuxiu in despair, struggling hard for two times, and exhausted all his strength.

Then his pupils dilated and his eyes lost their light.

The referee hurriedly walked onto the stage, checked Hong Ye's pulse, and shook his head helplessly. Hong Ye was dead.

"Too cruel, is this the fourth one to be killed? Or the fifth one?"

"Yes, it's not just a matter of judging who is better, but also a matter of life and death."

"Too cruel, too cruel, I heard that he is the instructor of the New World, no wonder he is so good at fighting in the New World."

The audience smacked their lips, and had a new understanding of Feng Yuxiu's cruelty and the strength of the New World.

Feng Yuxiu strode back to the lounge, but he was not without any injuries.

Li Qing looked at Feng Yuxiu on the stage, and felt that there was something wrong with his walking posture, so he walked into the lounge with a few brothers.

"Are you okay?" Li Qing asked with concern.

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything, but just lifted his clothes. Li Qing took a look and saw many bruises on his body.

After all, Feng Yuxiu is also a flesh and blood body, and he is still a little powerless to face weapons with bare hands.

"The next game is Xiahou Wu, don't worry! I will drag him down with me even if I die."

Feng Yuxiu took out safflower oil, rubbed his hands to warm them, and slowly dissolved the blood clots.

"Don't worry, I'm acting like a tragic hero. I'll go in the next round. New World has two people, one is you and the other is me. You can't beat me, let alone Xiahou Wu."

Yes, the final trump card of the boxing match is Li Qing himself. Half a year ago, he was no match for Li Qing.

Because he couldn't resist the power of Li Qing's fist at all, even if he tried hard, he could only hold on for about ten moves.

"I just want to know how strong Xiahou Wu is?"

This is also Feng Yuxiu's obsession, after all, some of his kung fu comes from the Heyi Sect.

"Just know it yourself, don't get beaten to death, at least you have to hold on until I save you."

Looking at Feng Yuxiu, Li Qing said with a smile, "Otherwise, if you die, I will take Ah Xue!"

"Get out!"

Hearing this, Feng Yuxiu was so angry that he picked up the safflower oil and threw it at Li Qing.

Li Qing laughed and walked out of the lounge with his little brother.

"Hey, Lao Feng, we have..." Before leaving, Crow threw a wink, unzipped his suit, and pointed to the gun in the gun bag.

Feng Yuxiu smiled and shook his head. The martial arts world might really be in decline. If he really died, Xiahou Wu might not be able to leave the ring.

Xiahou Wu once again faced off with Achai on the ring. Although Achai lost yesterday, he was still unwilling to accept it and wanted to regain his victory.

Reality is cruel. He was knocked down on the ring by Xiahou Wu again.

Luo Fu of Tiandao League sat in the audience with a stinky face, wishing he could shoot Xiahou Wu to death.

The much-anticipated finals finally arrived. The three-day fighting feast made some people earn a lot of money, while others lost everything.

This time, Li Qing directly bet on himself 100 million Hong Kong dollars. If there were no betting restrictions, he would even want to bet on himself 100 million US dollars.

Feng Yuxiu and Xiahou Wu stood on both sides of the ring.

"Brother Feng, admit defeat!" Xiahou Wu smiled and clasped his fists.

Feng Yuxiu looked at Xiahou Wu coldly and snorted, "Hmph~Foshan Feng Yuxiu, I want to learn from you."

"Foshan Heyi Sect Xiahou Wu!" Xiahou Wu's eyes moved and he smiled.

He had already made up his mind. Taking advantage of the signing of the life and death agreement today, he must kill Feng Yuxiu. After all, the unique skills that he gave Feng Yuxiu in prison could not be passed on to others.

"Come on, senior brother!"

Xiahou Wu's junior sister Shan Ying waved to the stage.

Li Qing, who was also in the front row, looked at Shan Ying with interest. Well, no matter how big the child's appetite is in the future, it will be enough for him to eat!

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two of them clasped their fists at the same time to perform the ancient etiquette!