With the appearance of the Broken Strong Hand ‘Hunter’, a tide-like noise sounded in the dim hall, as if it was about to overturn the top of the hall.

"Haha, I didn't expect it to be the broken muscle hand. This kid will definitely end up miserably."

"This broken tendon hand likes to break the big tendons on the opponent one by one. Last time, I saw him torture his opponent to death with his own eyes. It was so exciting."

"That guy from the gunman, knelt down and beg for mercy!"

.No one is optimistic about Ling Yu. Not to mention that he is a newcomer, especially his appearance, fine skin and tender flesh, and he is gentle and gentle, and he doesn't look like a black boxing.

Ling Yu didn't care about these voices and looked at the hunter with interest. This person's cultivation level is probably at the same level as Zhang Wude, but his breath is even more fierce, and even has a strong evil aura. It is obviously in the black fist.

The reason for staying on the field for a long time.

The broken tendon hand "hunter" walks silently, just like a cat walking, with light steps, but a sense of steadyness. When you come to the boxing ring, you kick your feet, lift your body up, and just on the rope.

When I stepped on it, my whole person fell on the boxing ring like a kite, and my movements were like flowing water, winning the applause of many spectators.

"Dear spectators, the competition is about to begin, and now you can place bets."

As the radio rang again, all spectators entered the bet money on the bettor in their hands. As for the support object, there is no doubt that more than 99% of the people support the broken muscles, and only a few people are on Ling Yu.

Betted.

For example, Pang Bo, he bet on Ling Yu.

When the cold and beautiful woman saw her grandfather supporting Ling Yu, she was so angry that she bet on the broken muscles.

The ringtone of the start of the race rang.

"Broken muscle hand, kill him!"

"Broken muscle hand, kill him!"

"Broken muscle hand, kill him!"

As soon as the ringtone fell, a sudden roar rang, and then many spectators were infected and started roaring, and finally turned into neat shouts.

The first one to shout was Zhang Wang. At this moment, he stood up, waved his hands, and shouted wildly on his face, as if he regarded the gunman as the extremely hateful Ling Yu. He wanted to kill the gunman by breaking the muscles and achieve catharsis

The purpose of hatred in my heart.

"Hehe, boy, when you get here, your life is not yours, and I have the final say."

The broken tendon-breaking hand "hunter" looked at Ling Yu as if he was watching his prey, then pointed at Ling Yu and said with a strange smile, giving people a creepy feeling.

In his eyes, Ling Yu was at most a martial artist who had just emerged from the cottage. He thought he had mastered a good skill, but he had no practical experience at all. This was a feeling, a feeling of being trained in a black boxing ring, killing

I have never killed anyone, and I can feel it just by my breath.

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

Ling Yu smiled. Although his body did not move, his muscles were soft, but his qi and blood were in an erection state. This is also the benefit of the level of dark energy. Unlike Mingjin martial artists, it takes a certain amount of time to use muscles to accumulate momentum, but the qi and blood are stimulated.

Between a thought, there is a big gap in the reaction power of the two levels of martial artists.

"Hehehe, I haven't been tortured for a long time. It seems that I have to have fun today."

The hunter grinned and stretched his body suddenly. The bones of his body exploded with crackling sounds. The muscles in the upper body became tangled like iron lumps. Then he stepped on his foot and his whole body looked like a leopard, bullying his body. This process was very short, so short

People can't react at all.

As soon as his body approached, a big hand covered with blue veins slapped Ling Yu's face hard.

In this kind of black boxing ring, life and death are fought against each other, and one blow is pursuing death. Unless the strength is disparity, this kind of joking method can be used. This shows that the hunter despises Ling Yu and does not let Ling Yu go at all.

In the eyes.

"It's too slow." Ling Yu looked at the hunter's palm and smiled softly. He smiled very coldly, and even felt a little cold. Then the blood and blood shook, and he stepped down his feet and his body had retreated half a meter away.

The hunter's palm fell.

"Hey! Looking for death"

The hunter didn't expect his palm to fall and was slightly surprised. Then the fierce light in his eyes was revealed, and he roared, and the big dragon on his back exerted force. His whole person's speed increased dramatically. He pinched his hands into claws, like an eagle claw, and it turned blue and black.

The man's scalp was numb and he covered Ling Yu's head hard.

Although Ling Yu was not afraid, he did not expect that the hunter's movement speed had increased by nearly twice. It seems that there are no weak people in the black boxing ring. If he was just a fledgling dark martial artist, under this mutational attack

, really can't be prepared.

Unfortunately, Ling Yu has a strong martial arts consciousness and his reaction ability is extremely high. Even if the hunter's speed is twice as fast, Ling Yu is confident that he can dodge it.

But this time it was a practical battle, so naturally he couldn't dodge all the time. Ling Yu immediately raised his hand to block it, and shattered the hunter's eagle claw hand, then pinched it into an Kongming fist, and with a blow on his head, he did not use his blood,

Instead, it relies on muscle abilities, but even so, the whistling of fists forced the hunter to avoid the edge.

At this moment, the hunter no longer dared to underestimate him. Just by just a few moves, he realized that Ling Yu's cultivation was extraordinary, at least higher than him, and what he lacked was practical experience.

Practical experience?

The hunter narrowed his eyes, so what if his cultivation is higher than him? In this life and death field, he has no practical experience, just the word "death". He is very sure to kill Ling Yu. Then he raised his steps and pressed his body slightly.

The shoulder blades behind him were raised high, and the whole person felt like an eagle catching a chick, and his sharp claws would be stretched out at any time.

Seeing the change in his posture, Ling Yu became even more aggressive. He immediately raised his eyebrows, stepped on his feet, and rushed towards the hunter. His back moved step by step, adjusting his center of gravity position at all times.

In the eyes of the hunter, Ling Yu seemed to have turned into a python and suddenly rushed out to eat, and he was the prey.

The hunter smiled sinisterly and moved suddenly, with extremely fast speed. He turned to Ling Yu's side, and grabbed Ling Yu's neck with strong wind claws. It seemed that this was the seven-inch python, but the smile on his face the next moment

It solidified, and Ling Yu disappeared. Then the cry on the left sounded, and a bang, then his cheeks hurt, his body flew out, hit the rope, and rebounded back.

"Oh, that's too weak!"

Ling Yu clenched his fists, looked at the hunter who was turning over, shook his head and sighed.

"How is this possible? How could he be so fast?"

The hunter's eyes were red, and he was actually knocked down by the person he should have joked about. His violent and crazy heart suddenly burst out. With a roar, his ten fingers exploded suddenly, and a sonic sound sounded, and his body was so savage that he bumped towards Ling Yu.

, it's a desperate way to play.

He actually broke through to the level of hidden power at a critical moment?

Ling Yu couldn't help but be shocked. Seeing the black claws that were being grabbed by Ling Yun, it seemed that even the air was about to be caught. He immediately circulated his blood and moved forward. His arm suddenly swung, and there was a crackling sound of firecrackers. Ling Yu's arm

It seemed to have grown a little, and it sucked hard on the hunter's chest. With a snap, the hunter's body flew backwards again, and a piece of his chest fell.

puff!

The hunter fell to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth, and he could no longer get up. He raised his head with difficulty and stared at Ling Yu, as if he couldn't believe that he was really defeated, and he was so vulnerable, although

Ling Yu's attack just now would not kill him, but the hidden force penetrated his body and hurt his internal organs. It would be difficult to punch in the future.

Since he was in the black boxing ring, he had to be prepared for his disability and death, so Ling Yu did not feel much guilt.

Although Ling Yu had a few seemingly simple attacks just now, he gained a lot. The practice of boxing is completely different from actual combat. The opponent does not give you any time or opportunity, so how to adjust the qi and blood in battle becomes very important.

Ling Yu has a strong sense of martial arts and can be free in this battle, but his opponent is too weak. If he faces opponents of the same level or even higher level, he must be more efficient.

Thinking that his opponent at the Tiandihui will be a Danjin-level powerhouse in the future, Ling Yu felt a sense of boiling blood. He had to strengthen his practical experience, not only to fight against the Anjin martial artist, but also to fight against the Huajin martial artist.

At this moment, everyone on the field stood up, their eyes dazed, and they seemed to be unable to believe what they saw just now. The broken-string hunter was actually defeated by the novice.

"Damn it." Zhang Wang was so angry that he punched hard on the handrail. He didn't see the scene he wanted, which made him extremely depressed.

Pang Bo's face in the room finally showed a satisfied smile, but the cold and beautiful woman was extremely shocked. She had really misunderstood.

"This game is over, and the new Gunners won the victory. It's incredible. Let's give this newcomer warm applause to this winning newcomer!"

The sound in the speaker rang, with a strong and incredible tone.

Unfortunately, except for a few applause, everyone stared at Ling Yu standing on the stage. If he could kill someone, Ling Yu would definitely fall down a thousand times, because these people were all those who lost the bet.

Only the few spectators who bet on Ling Yu screamed excitedly, as if they were surprised by their own vision.

After simple treatment, the broken tendon hand was carried down on a stretcher.

Ling Yu looked at all sides, then smiled indifferently, jumped out of the boxing ring in a daze, walked towards the entrance of the passage, leaving behind a seemingly thin back, but everyone present knew that this back was unimaginable and amazing.

strength.

At this moment, Zhang Wang looked at the back tightly, his eyes were about to pop out, and then he turned blood red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's him, it must be him, it must be him, it must be him, it must be him, it is 100% him."

This back was too profound, and the impression he left was too deep. He could not erase his deep hatred for this back. Perhaps the change in his face made him unable to recognize it, and this back could not be changed no matter what.

He was already 100% sure that this strange-looking gunman was definitely disguised by Ling Yu. As for why he pretended and why he appeared in the black boxing ring, he had no intention of thinking about these things. There was only one that made him tremble all over with excitement.

Thoughts!

"Kill him, kill him in the black boxing ring!"
Chapter completed!