The two of them stood on each side, holding their own weapons in their hands, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense. [No pop-up novel website]
At this time, Fu Yan snorted coldly and said: "Since you are a junior, you should make the first move."
Qi Jie was not in a hurry to step forward. He still stood where he was and said with a smile: "Senior, you can't give me a few points just because I am a junior."
Fu Yan laughed and said, "I always compete with all my strength. This sword has no eyes, so be careful."
"Thank you, Gang Leader Fu, for reminding me. That will put this junior at ease."
Listening to the conversation between the two made people feel nervous. It was obvious that this was no ordinary competition, and the winner would definitely be determined. Someone might die here.
After Qi Jie finished speaking, he rushed over, but before he could get close, Fu Yan moved the gun head forward, forcing him to stop his advance, then bowed and stepped back.
But this retreat gave Fu Yan the upper hand. The white snow gun in his hand was like a white snake, flexible and versatile, stabbing Qi Jie's vitals with every move.
Fortunately, Qi Jie was agile and used the hammer in his hand to strike forward and block again, thus resolving the opponent's attacks time and time again.
After the two men tentatively made more than a dozen moves, they took back their weapons and stepped back at the same time. Fu Yan was the first to say: "Not bad."
Qi Jie didn't speak, just grinned, then took out a rope from his waist and tied one end to the iron handle of the hammer, and the other end to his right arm.
Shen Tao, who was watching the battle, suddenly sighed. Although the voice was very soft, Chen Feifan still heard it.
"Uncle Shen, is it..." Chen Feifan asked softly.
"It seems that the Snow Spear has lost its ability as it once was. Maybe it is getting stronger with each generation."
"Then you mean that Fu Yan might lose?"
Shen Tao nodded helplessly: "Maybe. And this possibility is extremely high."
While the two were talking, the fighting started again. Qi Jie kicked off his legs and rushed forward. Although he had not yet reached the opponent, the hammer in his hand had already flown out.
The sudden hammer really startled Fu Yan, but he had experienced many battles, and this kind of unexpected situation did not scare him at all, and he knew how to deal with it. I saw him retreating back, but sending the spear forward to meet the opponent's hammer.
However, the hammer did not touch the opponent's spear, but was pulled back suddenly by Qi Jie. At the same time, he flew forward and rushed over.
Fu Yan knew that the power of the spear could not be exerted if he was close to him, and he saw him slightly deflecting the spear head and stabbing Qi Jie who was flying towards him.
Of course, Qi Jie was not a fool, and he had his own reasons for taking the risk. He put down his right hand, and the hammer in his hand flew out again, directly towards Fu Yan's face.
Fighting for his life, Fu Yan did not expect that the opponent would be so cruel. He hurriedly flipped his spear and hit the opponent's hammer with the gun barrel to resist the opponent's attack.
Qi Jie chuckled. He knew that the opponent would not fight against him. To deal with long weapons, he obviously had his own method, and it seemed that the effect was pretty good so far. This time, he did not take back the hammer, and then continued to charge forward. As long as he got close, he would have the upper hand.
"There is danger." Shen Tao suddenly frowned and said softly.
"Who?" Chen Feifan asked at the side: "Is it Qi Jie?"
Shen Tao nodded, with a serious look on his face: "Fu Yan's snow-pointing spear technique. Qi Jie is in danger."
Sure enough, as soon as Shen Tao finished speaking, Qi Jie was stabbed in the left rib by Fu Yan, and the clothes on the left side were soon stained red with blood.
Fu Yan's snow-pointing spear technique was always fast, accurate, and ruthless. Qi Jie was obviously a little careless, thinking only about getting close, but he didn't know that Fu Yan was never afraid of close combat.
Just when Qi Jie was about to take another step, Fu Yan pulled back his spear and stepped to the right with his right foot. Then he thrust the spear forward suddenly, the speed was like lightning. Even though Qi Jie reacted quickly, he was still hit.
The pain and blood made Qi Jie understand that Jiang was still hotter. Fu Yan had deliberately shown weakness in the previous battles just for this sudden blow. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been stabbed in the heart now. .
When he thought of this, Qi Jie's whole body started to tremble, but it was definitely not fear, but an inexplicable sense of excitement.
"I see you have a lot of blood left. If you continue like this, you will die." Fu Yan said coldly.
Qi Jie snorted coldly, untied the rope from the hammer, held the hammer tightly in his hand again, and without saying a word, he just rushed towards Fu Yan.
Now that everyone has let go of the fight, Fu Yan no longer hides anything. He shakes the spear in his hand and shoots the snow quickly, which is often followed by a fatal blow. At such a time when his life was at stake, Qi Jie did not dare to be careless and dodged repeatedly, but his body was approaching his opponent step by step.
Fu Yan was a little surprised that he was still so flexible even though he was injured, but he didn't think he would lose. If he can't even defeat a junior martial artist, then what dignity does he have to stay here?
The distance between the two people was less than three steps, and the spear in Fu Yan's hand stabbed faster and faster. Qi Jie also found it difficult to dodge. Although he was no longer stabbed with bloody holes, the injuries on his body were increasing.
At this time, Qi Jie roared, took two steps one step at a time, swung the hammer in his hand, and swung it towards Fu Yan's head.
Seeing this, Fu Yan just grinned and sent the spear forward. At such a close distance and so fast, the opponent had no time to dodge. This shot directly hit the opponent's right rib, and almost pierced him.
However, what is even more terrifying is that Qi Jie was not afraid of the crisis he was in at this time. The hammer he swung did not pause at all, and finally hit Fu Yan's head firmly from the left side.
The two of them exchanged blows in just the blink of an eye. Qi Jie's clothes were in tatters and stained red with blood. Looking at Fu Yan on the other side, although his body was intact, his head was damaged. The heavy hammer hit half of it.
When risking one's life, the brave will always win. The winner was decided, everyone saw it, but no one spoke, and no one made the first move.
Shen Tao, who was standing next to Chen Feifan, sighed deeply but said nothing. He also didn't expect that Fu Yan, who had fought against him before, would end up like this.
Everyone was quiet and didn't speak. At this time, Tensor Liang came out and said: "The sword has no eyes, Gang Leader Fu is gone like this, and Zhang is also very sad. My condolences. Don't worry, our Casting Villa will give him a good burial." .”
After hearing what Tensor said, the dozen disciples brought by Fu Yan were all silent. Only one of them tried to rush forward, but was stopped by the others.
Among the dozen or so people, one person seemed to have the most important status. He stood up and saluted Tensor: "Thank you Zhang Zhuang for your kindness. We understand that swords have no eyes. Since the master is dead, we shouldn't stay here." Okay, farewell."
