Outside the cave, Ye Chen stood proudly here, although his chest still ached faintly, but he would not be afraid.

Seeing the iron rod flying with Gangfeng, Ye Chen reached out with both hands and accurately buckled the iron rod.

At the same time, he took a step back slightly, pulled his arms hard, unloaded the powerful inertia, his body turned, and the iron rod was already in his hand.

"Good boy, there are two hits, your life is definitely more interesting than an iron fist!"

Looking at Ye Chen's tricks, he secretly observed it last night, and he really didn't miscalculate, this kid's strength is not weak.

With an excited smile on the corner of his mouth, the beggar had already swung his deadwood iron staff and pounced on it, the black iron staff was no lighter than the iron rod, but it was held in his hand as if it were nothing.

The wind gusted, the stick walked the dragon and snake, and seeing the beggar pounce, Ye Chen also shook the iron rod to meet it.

As the iron rod and the iron rod collided in one place, bursting with sparks, Ye Chen only felt the pain in the tiger's mouth, and couldn't help frowning.

This beggar is thin and withered, but how can he have such great power.

Wielding a deadwood iron staff with one hand, the mad monk is far from being an opponent with this strength.

"Boy, yes, yes, you can still withstand my full blow, and it didn't disappoint me!"

The beggar, who took two steps back, laughed and said, he didn't show any mercy for this blow, and he was afraid that his arms would have been shattered if he was someone else.

"Then don't let me down!"

The internal injuries were serious, and they were still injured on top of injuries, but Ye Chen, who had a faint pain in his chest, became even more warlike.

No matter what, he had to delay time and let Tang Luotong leave as far away as possible.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed!"

The beggar shouted, as loud as a bell, and once again waved the deadwood iron staff and pounced on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen shook the iron rod in his hand, gritted his teeth and pounced on him, bringing the thirty-six sticks of the day after tomorrow to the extreme.

The bodies of the two people were constantly intertwined, fighting together in the depths of the dense forest, and as the two people continued to attack, bursts of sparks burst out under the collision of the two weapons.

The sound of Jin Ming was endless, and the two of them fought so much that the sky was dark.

The surrounding trees had all been broken off by the thickness of their arms.

A stick and a stick, tiger and tiger, neither of them refused to back down, this was a particularly wonderful fight.

As time passed, Ye Chen's tiger's mouth cracked, and blood continued to flow, but he still held the iron rod in his hand tightly.

Soaked with sweat, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, and his fighting spirit became more and more intense, and he had forgotten the pain.

All the cells in his body seemed to be constantly burning, and looking at the palm on the opposite side, which was also bloody, it seemed that he was not copper-skinned and iron-clad.

"The King of Soldiers is really more powerful than the Killer List, a King of Soldiers can use weapons to such an extent, I really underestimate you!"

The figure was divided, and the two people each took three steps back, and the beggar standing on the ground also wiped the sweat from his face.

The people on the spectrum of the king of soldiers are all selected by the mercenary world, and they must not only have extraordinary combat effectiveness, but also have the ability to master skilled hot weapons.

Therefore, in the impression of the beggar, the hand-to-hand combat of the king of soldiers was at most a sneak attack, but he didn't want Ye Chen on the other side to be able to play the iron rod so powerfully.

"The killer list is also a magical place, it's not good to take care of your life at such an old age, and you still come out to fight and kill."

Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, and after a hard fight, his chest was stuffy, and the internal injuries accumulated in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, this discomfort also greatly affected his combat effectiveness, and his physical strength was rapidly depleting after not being able to attack for a long time.

He can't be compared to a beggar, because there are eyes that spy on him.

If his physical strength is exhausted, even if he kills the beggar, I am afraid that those killers will kill him.

In total, he had to continue to consume with the beggars, and only by delaying the time as much as possible.

"If it weren't for coming out, how could I encounter such an enjoyable thing, you really made me like it, this time the battle is really enjoyable."

The beggar laughed, and as soon as he reached out, he tore a strip of his already tattered clothes and tied them to the palm of his hand.

After repeated hard fighting, his tiger's mouth also cracked, and after being wound with rags, the friction was enhanced.

"It's really enjoyable, I didn't expect the old man to have such ability, I can be regarded as a long insight."

Ye Chen also tore his clothes here, tied his hands again, and the two of them fought for more than twenty minutes, and the loss of each was very large.

So they all took this opportunity to temporarily slow down, and the opponent will meet a good talent, and I don't know when this fight will last.

"Well, am I the best old man you've ever seen?"

The beggar sat on the ground, and he was angry and swore to take Ye Chen's life just now, but now he was talking with a little kind eyebrows, as if he was chatting about family life.

"Then you're really wrong, I can only say that you are an old man with a little physical fitness, and you have seen more than you can beat."

Ye Chen smiled slightly, those grandfathers in the Valley of the Wicked, I'm afraid that one of them is better than a beggar.

If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured and had to take into account the sneak attack in the shadows, he would definitely be able to defeat this guy, after all, age is not forgiving.

"Oh? Is there anything more than I can fight? ”

The beggar didn't believe Ye Chen's words, and as he spoke, he stood up again, carrying a heavy deadwood iron staff in one hand.

"Of course, and much better than you!"

Ye Chen also stood up with an iron rod on the ground, his martial arts skills were good, but his comprehension was definitely not as good as those old people in the Valley of the Wicked.

Pick out any one, and he can hit him all over the ground.

"Little doll, there are many lies, I will send you down today!"

The beggar suddenly felt insulted, waved the deadwood iron staff in his hand, and rushed towards Ye Chen with a roar.

This time, he used all his might, and the deadwood iron staff became a lethal weapon in his hands.

Ye Chen waved the iron rod in his hand, and pounced on it without slackening, and under the roar of the stick, the two of them fought together again.

With a crisp crashing sound, the two of them once again fought inextricably in the dense forest.

But just after they had been fighting for more than ten minutes, Ye Chen suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The continuous hard bumps triggered internal injuries in his body.

And at this moment, the beggar had already rushed in front of him.

The iron rod in his hand is not as long as the iron rod, so it is even more powerful after getting close, and under the sweep, Ye Chen can only lie on the ground on an iron plate bridge.

"Die!"

Seeing Ye Chen fall to the ground, the beggar swung an iron rod and smashed it in his face, if he was hit by this iron rod, Ye Chen's head would be no different from a watermelon.

"I've got you!"

Ye Chen suddenly rolled to the side, and threw out a fist-sized thing with his left hand.

The beggar hurriedly instinctively hit with an iron rod, but he didn't want to explode at the first touch, followed by a puff of smoke covering everything in front of him.