"When I fought with Zhou Fan, I had already measured the upper limit of his strength, and when he didn't break out, he had 20,000 catties, and if he broke out completely...... I estimate that he is a high-level explosion, that should be twice the explosion, that is, 60,000 catties, can your "Eighteen Irons" hold up?" Zhang Yi'an asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Yi'an's face was bumpy and bruised, and his eyes were like toad eyes, which looked a little funny with his serious tone, but all the martial artists in Red Kiln Village couldn't laugh.

Especially Cui Yu, even if Cui Yu explodes with all his strength, it is 30,000 catties, his strength is definitely not comparable to Zhou Fan, he muttered in his heart, how did this kind of strength madman practice, it was really terrifying.

Zhang Yi'an asked if he could hold on, and obviously knew that he would definitely lose in the competition, so he had to pin his hopes on Cui Yu's anti-Duan exercise "Eighteen Irons".

Although they are both fighting against each other, if it comes to defense, Zhang Yi'an is far inferior to Cui Yu, Zhang Yi'an is confident that Cui Yu's defense power is one of the best in all villages in Tianliangli.

Zhang Yi'an patiently waited for Cui Yu's reply, as long as he could withstand the attack of the giant freak Zhou Fan, he would have a chance to win.

Cui Yu thought for a while and said: "First of all, the other party can't use the talisman, but even if it is blessed on the weapon with such a strong strength, I'm afraid that 60,000 jin can break my eighteen irons, but I can say that even if one knife breaks through the eighteen irons, the damage caused to me is not enough to make me lose my combat effectiveness." ”

"I'm not sure how many knives I can take him, especially since he's likely to target my injuries. ”

Zhang Yi'an had a smile on his face, "That's enough, you remember that your purpose is to fight quickly, if you drag it out, the opponent's endless huge strength will be enough to make you defeat." ”

"So the best thing to do is ......"

"Wounds for wounds. Cui Yu said, "Even if he is injured, he must use the fastest speed to make him lose his combat effectiveness!"

"Not bad. Zhang Yi'an nodded, this was what he thought, "Even if Zhou Fan is also fighting Duan this time, he can't stand the power of Captain Cui's hands." ”

"I know how to do it, Zhang Cunzheng, do you have anything else to say?" Cui Yu asked again.

"No more. Zhang Yi'an shook his head, "Captain Cui, please, if you lose this battle, then the dream land of our Red Kiln Village for many years will fall into the hands of others." ”

Cui Yu's face was solemn, and he stepped out with a horse lance in his hand, he couldn't lose.

Zhou Fan glanced at the horse lance in Cui Yu's hand, and he also pulled out the Star Frost Rust Knife, and there was no need to ask about the weapon to compare in this game.

Cui Yu saw the rusty knife in Zhou Fan's hand, the corners of his eyes jumped, and he couldn't help but not make a sound to remind Zhou Fan to change the knife, in his mind, the lighter the opponent, the better.

On the contrary, the warriors of the three villages were accustomed to the rusty knife in Zhou Fan's hand, and knew that although the knife was rusty, it was not as useless as imagined.

Cui Yu's whole body suddenly swelled, his limbs and body suddenly swelled, and the special thing was that layers of red and black iron filings appeared on the outermost layer of the epidermis.

This is his anti-Duan Gong method "Eighteen Iron"!

All the Fu Master Martial Artists in the Three Villages understood that this Cui Yu must be another Martial Artist who fought against Duan.

At the moment of the explosion of the body, Cui Yu's right foot stomped, and a small pit appeared on the ground, and his whole person had already shot out, and the Zhangba horse lance was pierced out without any fancy!

Just like a horse lance running with a person, he can make the horse lance pierce Zhou Fan from a foot away.

Zhou Fan's hands and feet became carbon red and bulging, and the Star Frost Rust Knife in his hand slashed out, slashing at the blade.

With a ding, the blade collided with the blade, sending out a series of sparks, and the blade was slashed to the left.

Cui Yu had expected this, and the others took several steps in a row, and they continued to move forward, facing the blade.

Cui Yu's right hand shook slightly, and the eight-foot horse lance was flicked inward by him like this, and under the action of the huge force, the lance suddenly bent into a slingshot shape and slapped back, and the lance swept towards Zhou Fan's left upper arm.

Zhou Fan aimed at the rebounding lance, and the thin knife in his hand was just about to slap it, but Cui Yu was already close, and he brazenly blasted out his left fist, blocking the long thin knife stiffly.

This change was somewhat unexpected by Zhou Fan, and he didn't have time to think about it, the Star Frost Rust Knife had already slashed at Cui Yu's left wrist, stabbing it, and the rusty knife drew a shallow hole on Cui Yu's left wrist, but it didn't bleed.

At the same time, Zhou Fan was also shot by Cui Yu's lance, Zhou Fan's left upper arm had a small black line entwined out, and the lance swept on the black line, bringing up a shallow spark, leaving a sharp mark.

The two of them were hit by the huge force that moved several steps in opposite directions, one left and one right.

Cui Yu's left hand and five fingers spread out, this knife did not break his "Eighteen Iron", but it made him receive a certain shock, and his entire left arm was a little numb, his lance Feng's shot was a bit tricky, but the power was not small, but it had no effect, indicating that Zhou Fan was probably already fighting against Duan Wu this time, which was really a bit bad.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, he glanced at his rusty knife, the rusty knife is a rusty knife after all, even if it is tough, the sharpness is too poor.

This was just a momentary change of mind, and the two of them stepped on their feet again and again, stabilized their bodies, and looked back and waved their weapons.

The weapons clanged and collided together, and they were separated with one touch.

Cui Yu took a few steps back and deliberately widened the distance, and with a long blow short, the horse lance waved, the black light of the lance shimmered, and the tip of the lance carried a little cold star.

And Zhou Fan responds to all changes with the same attitude, where the horse lance sweeps the long knife can appear wherever it goes, a thin knife is like a phantom, much faster than the wielding horse lance.

The knife and the horse lance collided one after another, and the blade and the lance trembled slightly under the influence of great force.

All the spectators held their breath and stared at the battle in the field, whether it was Zhou Fan or Cui Yu, they could be said to be the first-class masters among them, such a battle was really rare for them.

Zhang Yi'an clenched his hands into fists, his heart burned like a fire, the longer it dragged on, the lower Captain Cui's winning rate would be, and Zhou Fan hadn't even exploded with all his strength, once Zhou Fan broke out with all his strength, then Cui Yu would definitely not be able to support it.

Even now, the horse lance in Cui Yu's hand has been repeatedly hit by the thin knife and shook a lot, and Cui Yu has fallen into a disadvantage.

Zhang Yi'an was anxious, Cui Yu was more anxious than Zhang Yi'an, of course he wanted to fight quickly, but the moment he distanced himself from Zhou Fan, his horse lance could no longer get close.

The rusty knife completely resisted the attack of his horse lance, and the sword light swayed, not to mention the horse lance, I am afraid that if a basin of water is splashed, the water droplets will not be able to pass through the defense line formed by the knife light, this knife is too fast.

Cui Yu has never seen such a fast knife, he used to use a horse lance to fight short weapons, and he was always naturally undefeated, but now he found that the original short weapons were also so tricky.

Cui Yu knows that if he drags on like this, his outburst will end, and he doesn't know what the opponent's burst technique is, when it will end, if his end is not over the opponent's, then he will be bad.

Cui Yu gritted his teeth, he knew that even if he was seriously injured, he would defeat this Zhou Fan, his right hand was pulled back, and the horse lance was pulled back by him, away from Zhou Fan's thin knife.

Zhou Fan was slightly stunned, only to see that Cui Yu had already half-grasped the lever and rushed into the attack range of the thin knife.