The two of them fought more than 200 moves, but they still couldn't decide the outcome.

Murong Zijue looked at the field worriedly, and kept looking at Lin Erdan, hoping that he could give her some comfort.

Sure enough, Lin Erdan said slowly: "Don't worry, the good and evil monks won't be able to win quickly."

Bang! Chu Zhentian suddenly struck with the Three Emperors Cannon and hit Qishan's right wrist.

"Uh!" Qi Shan didn't expect Chu Zhentian to be so powerful in combat. When he and Qi Mei teamed up to fight Chu Zhentian, they didn't think Chu Zhentian was so powerful! After being hit, the dagger in his right hand swished.

It flew out, my wrist hurt, and I almost got interrupted!

"Hiss!" Qishan took two steps back and shook his right hand, numb!

"Roar!" Chu Zhentian's spirit was so high, how could he let the good and evil monk Qi go?

He quickly slid forward, waved his fists, and hit Qishan again!

"Ah?" Qishan raised the dagger in his left hand to attack.

Bang bang! Chu Zhentian’s magic fist is shadowless, and it’s not for nothing. His fists are so fast that ordinary people can’t even see the shadow of his fists clearly.

Qishan was unable to dodge and was punched twice in a row!

"Ah?" Qishan was beaten and flew backwards. He was obviously seriously injured!

Qimei immediately jumped out and hurriedly supported Qishan: "Second brother! Are you okay?"

Chu Zhentian stood still: "Do you admit defeat or not?"

After a fierce battle, Chu Zhentian was exhausted and was panting slightly at this time.

Qimei put down Qishan, turned around and rushed over: "Old bastard, how dare you hurt my second brother!"

Whoa! At this time, Murong Zijue immediately stood in front of Chu Zhentian: "Qimei, are you trying to cheat?"

Bang! Murong Zijue easily caught the wonderful palm. He took a step back and said, "Murong Zijue, let's get started!"

Murong Zijue smiled coldly: "You have already lost this third game! If you don't admit it, it can only be a melee! What's the point of a decisive battle?"

Monk Qimei laughed: "So what if you admit defeat? How can the Sanhuang Temple be defeated by your little Murong family?"

Murong Zijue said: "Very good, the current situation, let me remind you, we have won two games after a tie! Next, as long as we win another game, you will definitely lose!"

Monk Qimei nodded: "Okay! Come on!"

Murong Zijue thought for a moment, then hooked his hand to He Jiasheng: "In this battle, you will fight."

"Okay!" He Jiasheng knew that he was no match for Monk Qimei, but since he was here, he had to fight. The identity of the opponent's last person to appear was still unclear, and Murong Zijue needed to stay at the end.

Lin Erdan said: "He Jiasheng, be careful and remember to protect yourself. Qimei has an injury on her butt, and her skills will be greatly reduced."

He Jiasheng immediately understood what Lin Erdan meant: "Okay, Mr. Lin."

In the past few days, while Lin Erdan was treating Chu Zhentian's injuries, He Jiasheng frequently competed with Lin Erdan in martial arts and learned a lot from him. He finally decided that his master regarded Lin Erdan as his master.

The decision was not wrong.

The injury on Qimei's butt has indeed had a great impact on his combat effectiveness. However, even though his body skills are not very flexible, his skills are still there.

Although He Jiasheng kept fighting, Qimei only used five moves to successfully hit He Jiasheng with a slap, rendering He Jiasheng unable to fight anymore.

Qimei did not chase after him, but sneered: "This time, our Sanhuang Temple wins!"

Murong Zijue nodded: "The current situation is two to one. In the next game, which one of you will fight?"

"Me!" In the darkness, a figure floated into the field.

Murong Zijue was stunned: "Isn't this your second-generation disciple of Sanhuang Temple? Who is he?"

When Lin Erdan heard this voice, he was suddenly shocked: "Yan Rongsen! It's you? Come on! I've been looking for you for so long, I didn't expect you to dare to show up here! Tonight is the day you die!"

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Yan Rongsen laughed: "Haha! Lin Erdan, you actually want to kill me? You have subverted my Yan family, and I, Yan Rongsen, are at odds with you! However, you cannot participate in this scene because you have already appeared.

It’s just a formality. Don’t you understand the rules of the world?”

Murong Zijue said quickly: "According to the agreement, those who have already appeared cannot appear consecutively."

Lin Erdan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Yan Rongsen, if you do any injustice, you will be killed. You will not die a good death!"

Yan Rongsen sneered: "You are the one who has done many unjust things! You deserve to die!"

At this time, Murong Zijue walked forward slowly, holding a small embroidered knife in his hand, and pointed at Yan Rongsen with the tip of the knife: "Come on, as long as you lose in this battle, Sanhuang Temple will be completely defeated.

Got it!"

Yan Rongsen said coldly: "Murong Zijue, can you defeat me, Yan Rongsen? Let's see how I defeat you tonight! Then I will let Master Qishan serve you well and ensure that you are in heaven and want to die.

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"You bastard!" Murong Zijue was furious. He whipped out his embroidered knife and struck at Yan Rongsen.

Yan Rongsen's kung fu is not in vain, especially after he accepted the Wolf Warrior inheritance in the back of the Yan family, his kung fu has improved tremendously. During this period, he has also received careful guidance from Situ Thanos, and has improved even more by leaps and bounds.

, has broken through to a new realm.

The two exchanged thirty moves. After Murong Zijue advanced to the God of War realm, her speed and skill have been greatly improved, but she has not yet completely stabilized in this realm. After all, the promotion time is too short, so although her state of mind has improved

, has not yet fully adapted to the playing style of the God of War realm.

After the two men fought to a close, Yan Rongsen finally lost his temper. He suddenly roared and fell to the ground.

Just for a moment, Murong Zijue felt that his eyes were dazzled, and a giant white wolf with fangs and claws appeared in front of him!

Transformation? Murong Zijue was secretly shocked. She didn't know how to deal with this giant silver wolf for a moment. She took two steps back, holding a knife in her right hand, looking at the giant wolf, feeling uneasy in her heart.

Roar! The silver giant wolf roared, jumped into the air, and rushed towards Murong Zijue.

Lin Erdan also found it very strange: Yan Rongsen could actually transform into a silver warrior? Is this the inheritance of the Yan family's martial arts?

The once glorious wolf clan was said to have ruled Europe at that time! They dominated the world! At that time, the Glory Wolf Warriors were simply invincible.

However, from the perspective of Yan Rongsen's Qi, Lin Erdan clearly has not reached the top level of the Glory Wolf Warriors. Otherwise, his team might be wiped out.

Roar! Amidst the roars, Murong Zijue dodged the first attack of the silver wolf transformed by Yan Rongsen, and slashed the wolf's back with the embroidered velvet knife, causing sparks to fly!

Invulnerable? Murong Zijue moved quickly to deal with the silver wolf. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves passed. Murong Zijue's own skills became smoother and smoother, and the two sides were evenly matched.

The silver wolf transformed by Yan Rongsen was very fast and almost bit Murong Zijue several times. Fortunately, Murong Zijue's state of mind improved and he was able to dodge it at the last moment.

Situ Thanos had already calmed down and was silently watching the situation on the field, thinking about something.
Chapter completed!