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Luo Tian looked at the two figures in the center of the venue with a solemn face.

Although on the surface, Yan Beixing's attack and defense transformed into nature, blocking Han Ye's offensive.

However, Luo Tian judged from his years of experience in battlefield battles that the reason why Han Ye stopped attacking was not because his strength was not enough to break through this stone shield, but because he had other plans.

Like what...... Kill the goose northbound with one hit?

Luo Tian didn't want to think about it, and he didn't bother to think about it, anyway, he could see that Yan Beixing was not the opponent of this stick country master at all.

After stopping the offensive, the corners of Han Ye's mouth hooked up a sneer, staring at Yan Beixing with malicious intentions, and said lightly: "But that's it, garbage." I laugh at you, no one in China! ”

"Bastard, what are you talking about! Say it again! "Yan Beixing was enraged, this stinky stick dared to laugh at his big killing move as rubbish? As soon as Yan Beixing gritted his teeth, he was going to urge the gravel again to launch the next round of attacks.

"Stupid! Well, I'll show you what a real killer move is! ”

The corners of Han Ye's mouth raised a sinister smile, and in the next second, his figure disappeared out of thin air in place.

Everyone in the stands exclaimed, thinking to themselves, what the hell? In broad daylight, a big living person just disappeared?

By the time Han Ye's figure reappeared, he had already rushed in front of the stone shield, and with a sudden swing of the scythe in his hand, a majestic qi machine exploded instantly, and the scythe seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black mist, which slammed heavily on the stone shield.

"Bang!! ……”

There was a huge popping sound in the air, and the stone shield formed by countless broken stones burst in an instant, and countless broken stones sputtered out in all directions.

This is not over, I saw Han Ye's figure disappear again.

Yan Beixing was startled and hurriedly blocked his arms in front of him.

But it was too late.

The black sickle in Han Ye's hand was swung out, and Yan Beixing hurriedly dodged, but at the moment when he dodged, the other party's other hand slammed into a fist, and actually smashed Yan Beixing, who had no time to dodge, directly out of the air, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily to the ground.

"Poof!" Yan Beixing spat out a mouthful of blood and got up from the ground in a hurry, "Damn! ”

But the moment he got up from the ground, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck.

In the stands, everyone was dumbfounded.

It turned out that Han Ye was already standing behind Yan Beixing, the black sickle was on his neck, as long as the blade of the sickle moved slightly, he could easily cut Yan Beixing's throat.

The audience was instantly silent.

Countless raindrops continued to fall on the gray sky.

At this time, everyone's hearts in the stands were shrouded in a dark cloud.

Master Goose...... Actually defeated?

And it was defeated so simply!

The turn was so sudden, they simply couldn't accept it. However, the reality is so cruel.

A few older figures, seeing the embarrassed appearance of Yan Beixing, suddenly had a sour nose, and secretly sighed in their hearts, is this time Huaxia going to lose again?

Losing and losing, losing forever, is it so difficult to win one game?!

"Didn't you just say you didn't hear me, let me repeat it again?" The corners of Han Ye's mouth hooked up a cold smile, "I said, you have no one in Huaxia!" Waste, a bunch of waste! ”

Han Ye raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone in the stands.

Luo Zhengrong's face turned pale instantly, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered.

The countless quarrels and sighs on the scene made him even more upset, he thought that inviting Yan to the north was enough to sit back and relax, but he didn't expect this result, he wanted to expect this competition to sweep away the decline, to promote the prestige of Huaxia, to play the spirit of Jiangnan Province, and to leave a brilliant achievement for himself, but now it seems that the bamboo basket is empty.

Luo Zhengrong, who is usually moody, finally showed his depressed side today.

"How so? ......" President Luo gasped.

And Liu Ziyang's face on the side was obviously not very good-looking, he shook his head and sighed: "It's bad, it's over, it's all over, I can only wait for the next ten years to fight again...... I'm afraid that in the future, when the businessmen of Jiangnan Province discuss us, they will see us as a group of wastes who have lost their power and humiliated the country! ”

Judging from Han Ye's series of offensives just now, whether it is explosiveness, speed, strength, or even offensive skills, he is far above the northbound wild goose.

At the venue, Yan Beixing gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his neck flared up, obviously he could not accept his defeat.

The failure came too suddenly.

"I'll fight with you!" Yan Beixing shouted, suddenly raised a fist and slammed it towards Han Ye!

Han Ye just sneered, easily clamped the attacking fist, and then folded down sharply, and Yan Beixing's wrist suddenly made a "click" crisp sound.

"Ahh ......" Yan Beixing screamed in pain, and his right wrist was broken violently!

"Get on your knees!"

"Lao Tzu doesn't kneel!"

"Bang!" Han Ye kicked Yan Beixing's knee violently from behind, only to hear a loud bang, Yan Beixing knelt heavily on one leg on the ground, and blood was oozing from his knee.

Han Ye's wrist trembled suddenly, and the black sickle suddenly cut a bloody cut on Yan Beixing's neck, and the blood slowly dripped down the sickle to the ground, causing Yan Beixing to grit his teeth in pain, and his face turned pale.

"Now, I'll give you a chance to live."

"As long as you shout loudly three times, Huaxia people are waste, I will let you live this dog, what do you think?"

Han Ye leaned down and leaned into Yan Beixing's ear and sneered.

There was an instant silence.

Countless eyes fell on Yan Beixing.

Many people covered their ears in despair, for fear of hearing the words of loss of power and humiliation of the country.

If Yanbei lived and really said those few words, then they would be embarrassed.

Especially Luo Zhengrong and others, what face do they have to face those dead sects?

Who would have thought that at this moment, Yan Beixing suddenly spat and scolded angrily: "Fuck you, although Lao Tzu is a waste, it doesn't mean that Chinese people are waste!" This kind of embarrassing words of the ancestors, Lao Tzu will not say it if he is killed! your grandma's! ”

Many spectators in the stands were slightly relieved when they heard this.

However, everyone's hearts that had just been put down were immediately raised again.

I saw Han Ye's face cold, and the sickle in his hand moved towards Yan Beixing's neck again, and red blood flowed down Yan Beixing's neck.

"Give you another chance, say! Chinese people are all waste! ”

Yan Beixing made a painful sound in his throat, but he clenched his teeth and tried desperately not to let himself cry out.

"Go...... your grandma's! Stick...... It's all rubbish! ”

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