Therefore, Wan Lin has been carefully observing the opponent's moves while dodging, until he has observed the opponent's entire set of punches, and then suddenly made a move to restrain the opponent and then withdrew. Deep down, he admires his opponent's martial arts skills and really doesn't want to embarrass him.

At this time, the old patriarch and Ah Leopard on the side were stunned with their mouths open, they just wanted to admit defeat, but they didn't expect the other party to say that it was a win! Ah Leopard took a step forward to explain the truth, indicating that he had lost. The old patriarch raised his hand to stop him, and looked at Wan Lin deeply with deep eyes.

He turned around and said loudly to the sidelines, "This hand-to-hand combat match is a dead end!" He immediately understood the intention of the young man in front of him, the other party did not want to hurt the pride of these scimitar warriors.

Since ancient times, the people of the Scimitar tribe have never tasted defeat in duels with outsiders, and in their hearts, the Scimitar tribe is an undefeated nation, no one can match them, no one can defeat their fierce tribe, even those bad people who covet their treasure mountain with modern weapons cannot take their land.

Hearing the result of the game announced by the patriarch, the people in the tribe whispered, they didn't understand how to fight halfway through and not tell the winner, why didn't the two fight?

At this time, no one paid attention to the bodyguard named Ah Hu standing behind the elders, his face had changed color, and his eyes were blazing with rage. He had already seen it clearly just now, he knew that his partner had lost, he didn't believe in this fact, and he didn't want to admit it! In his heart, the Scimitar Warrior is invincible!

He threw away the automatic rifle in his hand suddenly, tore the tiger skin vest on his chest, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and strode into the field, his eyes sprayed with anger, and looked directly at Wan Lin in the field.

The old patriarch and Ah Leopard in the field saw Ah Hu rushing to the field violently, and immediately understood his thoughts, Ah Hu wanted to use the scimitar to deal with the other party, and use his identity as the first warrior of the scimitar tribe to wash away the shame of the clan's defeat and win honor for the scimitar tribe! The two shook their heads slightly, raised their feet and walked down the field.

On this occasion, they couldn't stop their people from challenging their opponents, and according to the rules, it was supposed to be three matches.

Wan Lin originally wanted to end the competition just now, and he was trapped here for some kind of competition at the beginning of the mission, what he wanted to do now was to leave this place of right and wrong as much as possible, and complete the task as soon as possible and return to China. But when he saw Ah Hu rushing onto the field, he knew that the matter was not over yet. Unless they win or lose, they'll never want to leave here.

Wan Lin's heart suddenly had an anxious feeling, he ignored Ah Hu, who was glaring at him, turned around and walked back, walked to the side of the wind knife, and said in a resolute low tone: "You go, take him down!" Don't hurt".

When Feng Dao heard Wan Lin's words, he secretly flashed his light and knew that Wan Lin was asking him to win this game. He raised his hand and took off the automatic rifle, pistol, saber and other sidearms on his body and handed them to Hong Tao, and then slowly took off the backpack behind him and put it on the ground, took off the helmet and handed it to Wan Lin.

The other party is about 1.75 meters tall, and there is a long knife mark on his dark face, diagonally across the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyes, and two cold lights burst out from his eyes. He wears a leopard skin vest with a bronzed, angular muscles open on his chest, and a belt made of snakeskin wrapped around his waist. On his stout neck hung a necklace made of small golden snakes, and a sparkling blue gemstone hung from his chest.

His two ** big feet were slightly separated, standing in place like nails, and slowly pulling out the scimitar with his right hand, the scimitar knife was about one meter long and an inch wide, and the edge of the blade flashed with a ghostly light, and it was extremely sharp at a glance. He raised his hand to block the scimitar in front of his chest, his left hand covered his lower abdomen, and his whole body bowed slightly, like a tiger seeing its prey, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the wind knife in front of him.

At this time, he saw the wind knife walking slowly in front of him, standing in place with his feet, looking at himself empty-handed, and a trace of consternation clearly flashed on his face. Isn't it a knife comparison? How can the other party be empty-handed!

The surrounding clansmen also frowned when they saw the appearance of the wind knife, they didn't expect the other party to send such an unremarkable opponent?

The patriarch also frowned slightly, and suddenly shouted, "Take out your knife!" As soon as he finished speaking, the wind knife in the field stretched out his right hand, and a palm-long flying knife flashed with cold light in the palm of his hand, followed by a rapid shaking of the palm, and the flying knife in the palm of the palm was already sandwiched between the index finger and the middle finger.

"Huh?" The surrounding scimitar clansmen immediately let out an exclamation, no one expected that the other party was actually using such a short knife.

Even most of the members of the action team were shocked in their hearts, in such a life-threatening duel, the wind knife just held a small flying knife to test the knife technique with the other party, isn't this a joke with his own life?

Bao Ya, who was proficient in soft swords, looked at Wan Lin with a worried face and whispered: "Leopard head, the sword is of the same origin, can't I go up?" Wan Lin shook his head expressionlessly, his eyes still staring at the field.

At this time, a strong cold light suddenly burst out from Ah Hu's eyes in the field, and an angry expression suddenly appeared on his face, and the surrounding clansmen also let out a shout, and even a few elders sitting on the chair slapped their armrests with angry faces and stood up. They all thought that the Wind Knife was insulting them.

The shape on the field immediately became nervous, and Abu walked quickly in front of Wan Lin, and said with a nervous face: "What are you doing, isn't this looking for death?" Wan Lin shook his head, still staring at the arena quietly.

"Ah......h Ah Hu in the field suddenly burst into a scream, like a thunderclap sounding on the ground. He stepped forward with his left foot, slashed at the neck of the wind knife with a "sigh" with his right scimitar, and then flew up with his right foot and kicked his opponent's waist.

Everyone's eyes immediately widened, and the whispering tribal girl in front of the house suddenly covered her hands to her mouth, and her eyes stared in horror at the lightning like lightning, as if she had seen the moment of her opponent's head flying.

They had all seen the Tiger Sword Technique of the number one warrior in the clan, and they had seen with their own eyes the moment when the opponent's head flew up in the air under this move.

In Ah Hu's heart, the other party was holding a small flying knife to confront him, wasn't this despising himself, the first warrior of the scimitar tribe! A raging anger rose violently in his heart, his eyes were wide open, and he pounced on him with a loud shout, and when he came up, he used his own tricks, and the upper and lower moves were as fast as the wind, and few opponents escaped from him.