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In fact, Ding Ning still hopes from the bottom of his heart that Xiahou can let go of his hatred and turn his fight with Xiahou Weiyang into a jade silk.

Seeing that he is finally willing to use Xiahou Weiyang's martial arts inheritance, it also means that he has gradually let go of his hatred and become good friends and brothers. He is very happy about his change.

Chao Lu talked arrogantly, but he was extremely calm when he really came on stage, and he was never in a hurry to make a move. He had a Masuo in one hand and a full-moon scimitar in the other, and kept circling around Xia Hou, trying to find his flaws.

Xiahou Dama stood holding a halberd with a golden saber, and Yue Tingyuan stood up, showing the demeanor of a great master without a doubt. It seemed that there were flaws all over, but there were traps everywhere, which made Chaolu a little impatient.

Time passed by, and the audience waited anxiously. The two of them were circling around and there was nothing to watch, but they were unwilling to give up this rare master duel, so they could only wait patiently with their eyes wide open.

At a certain moment, Xiahou suddenly moved, with a long halberd like a dragon, swift as lightning, and the tip of the halberd went straight to stab at Lu's throat with an indomitable and tragic momentum.

Chao Lu is not a person who has earned his reputation. He was startled, and his body retreated like the wind. The round moon scimitar in his hand drew a wave-like arc of light, collided with the long halberd, and shot out a little spark .

clank clank...

The halberd technique used by Xiahou is a group killing technique for fighting on the battlefield. The long halberd is heavy and heavy, but powerful and heavy, covering a very wide range, suitable for medium and long-distance killing.

The scimitar used by Chaolu is suitable for close combat, and it is extremely difficult to resist Fang Tian's painted halberd, a heavy weapon. He soon fell into a passive and beaten situation. He could only defend but not attack. It seems that the situation is precarious, and the victory or defeat is only in an instant.

Everyone in the audience applauded loudly, believing that Xiahou would win, they clamored to kill him, kill him.

Even Ling Yun and the others thought that Xiahou was sure to win, and they all smiled happily, waiting for Xiahou to kill Chaolu with a single halberd and win this battle.

Ding Ning frowned, and his heart was raised in his throat. The situation on the court seemed to be one-sided, but it was not.

That Chaolu seemed to be dying, but his steps were scattered and not chaotic, and he never let go of the lasso in his left hand. This must be his strategy of consuming Xiahou's physical strength and waiting for the opportunity to fight back.

Heavy weapons have a long attack range, but because of their cumbersomeness, they also consume a lot of energy. However, Chaolu made up his mind to wait for work with ease, and prepared to fight a protracted battle to exhaust Xiahou's energy. But if the stalemate continues for a long time,

Sooner or later it will be too much.

It's just that he believed in Xiahou. With Xiahou's rich combat experience, how could he not be able to see through what he could see? But Xiahou's attack was always fierce, like a storm without pause, making Ding Ning not sure whether he did it on purpose, or if he was really dazzled by the desire for victory.

You come and go on the stage, turning into an afterimage of the road, and actually fell into a stalemate, which aroused the applause of the audience.

Although the previous battle between Langdong and Langbei was very exciting, but after all, the process was too fast, and the battle was resolved with a crushing move. The battle came wonderfully.

Ding Ning's heart was hanging in his throat, and he was ready to strike at any time. Although it was a life-and-death duel, he would never let Xia Hou die in the ring like this, even if he risked the world's disgrace and ended up being condemned by everyone. Infamy, he also wants to guarantee Xiahou's life safety.

Because at this moment Xiahou's aura had begun to decline, and his physical strength had begun to decline. Fang Tian's offensive with the painted halberd seemed fierce, but in fact it began to slow down insignificantly.

Outsiders may see that the offensive is still so fierce, but Chao Lu, as an opponent, feels the subtle changes. He is overjoyed immediately, and wants to seize the opening and start a counterattack.

Unexpectedly, Xiahou suddenly retreated and stopped the fight, making Chaolu's prepared back move lose the target, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

"It's boring, this halberd technique is still not proficient enough, I feel happy without fists!"

Xiahou stretched out his hand and threw Fang Tian's painting halberd down the stage. The tail of the halberd was facing down steadily, and with a click, it pierced through the deck and stood erect on the ground.

Ding Ning's muscles began to relax, and his heart fell to the ground. He also understood that Xiahou had only used Chaolu as an object to learn from before, and he was using the halberd technique he was familiar with and had just learned, and now he started to take it seriously.

Chao Lu's face was gloomy, and he snorted and mocked, "You can't beat me with weapons. Now that you have little physical strength left, how long can you last? Still want to beat me with bare hands? It's just a dream."

"NONONO, you are wrong. I really don't have much physical strength left, and I can't last long."

A strange smile appeared on Xiahou's face: "But if I want to defeat you, I only need to use one punch, so there is no need to exhaust my energy."

"Hahaha, how ridiculous, beat me with one punch? Are you daydreaming?"

Chao Lu laughed angrily and mocked loudly.

"It's funny, even if you can't win with weapons, you still beat Lord Chaolu with one punch, it's really ridiculous."

"I think he doesn't beat the enemy with his fist, but blows the enemy to death with his mouth."

"I thought Qingyun Security was a great guy, but I didn't expect someone even better, but this guy's bullshit is blown out."

"Master Chaolu, fuck him to death, if you are so arrogant, you will blow your air."

"I'd like to see how he beat Chao Lu to death with one punch. If he can do it, I'll eat this bench leg alive."

...

All kinds of cynicism, contempt and ridicule flocked to the Seventh Prince's House.

It makes people fall into a strange silence. Although most people think that Xia Hou is bragging, the powerful strength Qingyun Security has shown today makes them feel deeply afraid, and they dare not express their opinions at will, lest they slap themselves in the face .

"Then let me show you what bullfist is."

Xia Hou said calmly, slowly raised his hand as if practicing Tai Chi, and slowly punched out.

"Hahaha, so slow, is this doing Tai Chi?"

"It's so ridiculous. Is this guy a joke? Did he do it on purpose?"

"Let's not talk about Lord Chaolu, even I can easily dodge this punch."

"Bull boxing, sure enough, it's a snail boxing, I think?"

...

The Seventh Prince's Mansion roared with laughter, all shouting and mocking, even the Seventh Prince who had been keeping a straight face couldn't help laughing.

Although the others didn't want to slap themselves in the face, they couldn't help smiling wryly and shaking their heads when they saw Xiahou's slow punch, and discussed in a low voice in disappointment. It seemed that they had too much confidence in Qingyun's security. Even a child can dodge his punch, let alone a master like Chao Lu.

However, the smiles on everyone's faces froze immediately, and the voices of ridicule became smaller and smaller, until there was no sound, and needles could be heard.

It's not that they saw the extraordinaryness of Xiahou's punch, but the horrified expression on Chao Lu's face made them realize that this punch didn't seem simple.

Ordinary people can't see it, but warriors with advanced cultivation bases can clearly feel that the vitality of the world seems to fluctuate violently, and the surrounding air has become sticky.

"The outcome has been decided, Xiahou has won!"

Ding Ning spoke with a relaxed expression like a fortune teller.

Some of the crowd didn't understand why, but those who had practiced Tyrant Body Art all nodded their heads in agreement with Ding Ning's deduction.

Just kidding, they all have personally experienced the power of Tyrant Body Jue. It is a boxing technique that goes against the sky and breaks the shackles of heaven and earth.

The highest of them has only practiced the third punch, but they know better than anyone how powerful this kind of punch that can instantly burst out the power of every cell in the body, let alone Xiahou who has already perfected the fourth punch.

Chao Lu was heartbroken. Although he taunted Xiahou, he did not relax his vigilance in his heart. After all, he knew very well that when he reached the level of a great master, no one would brag in front of everyone. If not, wouldn't it make the world ridicule.

He has absolute self-confidence, even if Xia Hou has a killer weapon, he can't kill himself with one punch, so he always looks on coldly, wanting to take the punch openly.

He believes that as long as he can receive the punch that Xiahou regards as his trump card, there will be no suspense about the outcome, and the five million promised by the Seventh Prince will be in his hands. This is the chance for Xiahou to make this punch.

With one punch, the world changed, and the terrifying vitality of the world made the surrounding air extremely sticky, making him feel like he was stuck in a swamp, and even the movement of swinging the knife to block it was extremely slow like slow motion.

He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but the speed of opening his mouth to speak was as slow as the long river of time. Instead, Xiahou's slow fist was as fast as a shooting star in his eyes, and it kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger in his field of vision... …

Xia Hou seemed to be venting his accumulated anger, but he also seemed unable to completely control his strength. This punch seemed to be extremely slow, but it was extremely fast, and it hit Chaolu firmly on the forehead.

Boom!

Chao Lu's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, red, white, and black flowed all over the ground, only a headless corpse was still standing there, and fell down with a thump under the horrified eyes of the audience after a long time on the ground.

This punch suddenly exploded like the most gorgeous fireworks, releasing the most primitive, brutal and violent mechanical beauty. Even the disgusting headless corpse makes people lose the desire to vomit and become addicted to that punch in the atmosphere.

Xiahou swayed, staggered, and fell backwards, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

This punch is awesome, but the punch that burst out with all the strength in his body will also drain all the strength in his body at the same time, making him lose all strength. At this moment, even an eight-year-old child who is weak can easily kill him. .

Therefore, this kind of boxing can only be used as a trump card in the desperate situation of putting one's death to one's survival, otherwise one can only be slaughtered by others.

This is the arena, with the young master and Qingyun security here, he doesn't need to leave any retreat for himself, so he wants to use this punch, so he gave up any other methods to kill Chaolu, just to verify this punch How powerful can it be.

He was very satisfied with the result, it was really strong, if a strong person in the Divine Martial Realm didn't dodge, this punch would be enough to kill him.

An afterimage flashed like a ghost, and there was no trace of Xiahou on the ring. When everyone looked around in horror, they found that Xiahou had appeared in the seat of Qingyun Security, sitting on a man wearing a peaked cap with a face on his face. Beside the young man wearing sunglasses.

Xiahou's waist was still tall and straight, his pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the person who lost his strength before was not him but someone else.

Murong smiles at the boss with his mouth open, tilts his head and stares blankly at his side, people who don't know think he is looking at Xiahou, but only a few people know that he is looking at Ding Ning.