Playing the role of Yujiro Fanma, practicing martial arts to kill gods

After hearing Emperor Chen's words, Dongfang Ming hurriedly wiped the blood from his nose.

The strength of Emperor Chen's punch just now was too fierce, coupled with Dongfang Ming's distraction, it directly pressed him out of the nosebleed.

Looking at Emperor Chen in front of him, Dongfang Ming's brows frowned slightly.

Until now, he has a very intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness between the two sides.

Just by fighting hard with both fists, in this fight, he will definitely not be Emperor Chen's opponent.

This guy, so perverted.

But if you use a weapon, Emperor Chen's guy is barehanded...

At this moment, Dongfang Ming was unexpectedly entangled.

As if he could see Dongfang Ming's concerns, Emperor Chen smiled at him:

"Old man Dongfang, if you want to use weapons, you can use them, and the battle between warriors is to do your best!"

"My fists are my weapon, and my crutches are your weapons, and if you keep fighting me with my fists, I will feel a little uncomfortable!"

After hearing Emperor Chen's words, Dongfang Ming was slightly stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

For some reason, Emperor Chen's words were always able to convince him so easily.

"Good! Let's fight for the two of us today!

The moment the words fell, Dongfang Ming grabbed his crutches and pierced towards Emperor Chen.

Seeing this, Emperor Chen was also fearless and continued to move in the direction of Dongfang Ming.

However, due to the great sense of danger and threat generated in Emperor Chen's heart before, Emperor Chen paid a little more attention to the crutch in Dongfang Ming's hand.

This crutch is not simple and very dangerous.

Although Emperor Chen did not know where the danger of this crutch was, Emperor Chen could be very sure of his intuition.

Compared to before, Dongfang Ming, who was holding a crutch, did not know how much stronger his combat power was, especially in terms of attack.

Dongfang Ming was almost always on the defensive before, but once he picked up the crutches, the battle between him and Emperor Chen instantly became back and forth, on par.

In Dongfang Ming's hands, his crutches were like a sharp blade, swinging Fang Xuan and being extremely sharp.

Although it looks like a crutch, in Dongfang Ming's hands, it can cut out an extremely sharp sword blade.

As soon as the crutches go down, a deep hole or a straight scratch will appear in the ring.

Even with Emperor Chen's body, when he was hit by this crutch in the front, he would feel a tearing pain.

However, it is only limited to pain.

The strength of Emperor Chen's physical body had already reached the level of a perversion.

The golden light does not damage the protective body, even Dongfang Ming's crutches cannot really cause heavy damage to it.

After several rounds of battle, Dongfang Ming was also a little confused.

For no other reason, Emperor Chen's body was too terrifying.

He had not imagined how strong Emperor Chen's physical defense was, but in Dongfang Ming's opinion, even if Emperor Chen's body was perverted, he could at least cut a blood mark on his body, right?

But reality hit him hard.

His sword qi, at most, was to punch Emperor Chen into a red seal, and there was no threat at all.

This couldn't help but frighten Dongfang Ming.

And with the passage of time, Dongfang Ming, who was originally in an advantage, gradually fell into the downwind.

During this period of fighting and fighting, Emperor Chen gradually figured out his fighting style and habits of holding crutches.

In this evenly matched situation, Emperor Chen's ghost brain will exert the most terrifying effect, constantly learning and evolving.

After realizing this, Dongfang Ming finally stopped fighting with Emperor Chen, and after knocking Emperor Chen away with a cane, the martial intent in his body suddenly began to stir.

Dongfang Ming, who was holding a crutch in one hand, suddenly closed his eyes, and the aura around his body condensed, and the whole person seemed to blend into the ring.

Watching Dongfang Ming's movements, the audience present all sensed a mysterious and mysterious martial arts will, which was condensing in Dongfang Ming's body.

Looking at Dongfang Ming in front of him, Emperor Chen's face was a little surprised.

Even he was the first time he had seen Dongfang Ming make such a move.

This is likely to mean one thing, the old man of the East, is about to make a big move!

Thinking of this, Emperor Chen not only did not show a scared expression, but the corners of his mouth opened up, and his smile was wanton and open.

Come, use your strongest moves!

With Dongfang Ming's eyes closed, the strength of his body, the power of qi and blood, and the breathing of Tuna slowly tended to calm, the ultimate calm.

But on the contrary, the crutches in his hand gradually burst out with an extremely sharp breath that could almost penetrate heaven and earth!

When everyone didn't have time to react, Dongfang Ming, who had been calming down, suddenly turned his wrist and cut off the crutch in his hand.

Dongfang Ming's speed of wielding his crutches was actually not very fast, but his sword power was vast, like dark clouds pressing the sun, and the sky was falling.

The closer this vast sword power was to Emperor Chen, the smaller the range of its compression became.

By the time this crutch came to Emperor Chen, the sword momentum had already been compressed into a thin line-like existence.

That kind of vast, heavenly sword power was condensed into a point, and its power was too strong to describe in words.

After a clear sword sound, the roar of the boulder followed.

With this crutch down, the entire arena was split in two, and the incision was smooth and neat.

After the huge cut cut off the ring, its strength is still undiminished, deep into the ground, and there is no end in sight.

Emperor Chen, who was hit head-on by the sword move, was cut down under the ring on the spot and disappeared into the dirt, and he couldn't see his figure at all, let alone whether he was alive or dead.

After cutting out this crutch, even Dongfang Ming himself felt a sense of exhaustion hit his body, a feeling of being hollowed out.

Looking at this scene in the arena, the surrounding spectators were shocked into silence, and the scene was silent.

Vozh, what is this trick? Can a second-order martial artist of the Martial Dao Realm really do such a thing?

Chen Zhuangyuan won't be directly chopped to death by this crutch, right?

After seeing this scene, Jushan, who was in the host's ring, quickly soaked his forehead and back with cold sweat.

Boss Emperor Chen, you must not have an accident."

Don't mess with it, boss, you hang, his nominal manager of the arena is going to be unlucky.

Just when everyone at the scene was silent, waiting for the next direction of development above the ring, a muffled voice suddenly came out from the pit where Emperor Chen was.

"Oriental old things, is it only to this extent?"