The giant blade of the Red King Golem slashed down, and Qiao Qingsong, who transformed into a black warrior, directly drew out the long black sword from behind and thrust it upward!
With a "clang" sound, the bloody giant blade was cut off directly by the long black knife. The broken blade flew more than ten meters and was deeply inserted into the ground.
I saw Qiao Qingsong draw another knife and disappear in an instant with the black blade in his hand.
The extremely sharp sword light bloomed and flashed across the body of the Red King Demon Statue. In the blink of an eye, Qiao Qingsong had slipped out, holding both blades and looking back.
All eight arms of the huge Red King Demon Statue were cut off, and even the three heads and torso were all chopped off. The huge body turned into countless pieces and smashed down.
Standing above him, a blood mark appeared on Ren Jie's cheek. One of the devil's horns was chopped off. A very deep knife mark appeared on his neck. Blood spurted wildly along the wound, and his throat was cut open.
Ren Jie covered his neck, his wounds healed quickly, and the devil's horn on his head grew again.
I saw him wiping the blood on his cheek and licking his fingertips with his scarlet tongue.
The chopped red king demon statue, as well as all the red soil in the audience, all poured into Ren Jie's body, being absorbed and refined.
This also caused Ren Jie's body to light up with a dazzling red light. He flicked his hands, two bloody blades were in his hands, and the madness was dancing in his eyes.
"Do you want to go crazy? Then I will accompany you to go crazy to the end!"
"boom!"
Ren Jie's body suddenly rushed forward, and so did Qiao Qingsong. Two figures, one black and one red, approached very quickly and collided hard in the center of the field.
The air waves flew, and the barrier barrier shook endlessly.
At this moment, the two of them stood still, the blood-red blade and the jet-black blade were fighting frantically, the blades colliding, the light and shadow of the sword intertwined, and sparks flying like fireworks.
The two men's slashing speeds were so fast that it was impossible to even see the two men using their swords.
When the blades collided, their respective blades curled up like saw teeth. Even if the blades hit the body, they would not care at all, cutting at the limit.
With a "clang" sound, Qiao Qingsong's two pitch-black blades were chopped into pieces by Ren Jie.
But he didn't care at all. He raised his fist and punched Ren Jie in the face. Ren Jie tilted his head violently, his faceplate exploded, and a tooth flew out of his mouth.
Ren Jie glared: "You're riding a horse!"
He threw away his two knives on the spot, clenched his iron fist, and smashed Qiao Qingsong's face hard.
He beat his faceplate and hammered off his two front teeth.
The two of them roared angrily, neither of them moved or defended. They just stood there and beat each other wildly, punching each other constantly, hitting the flesh with blood, and blood spattered everywhere.
Even if he fights until his armor is shattered and his head is bleeding, he will never stop fighting, vowing to fight until the opponent is knocked down.
At this moment, the audience was completely ignited by such a fierce fight, and each one howled like a wolf.
"Ahhh! Fierce! So fierce! Melee combat seems to be more exciting. Neither of them will admit defeat?"
"Damn it! Brother Jie is so manly. He could have been more flexible and used more methods to suppress Qiao Qingsong, but he just threw away his knife and fought with him head-on?"
"It's so passionate. I'm so passionate that I raised my hand and crushed an egg in the front row! This ticket is worth it, it's really worth it. Both of them are eager to win, right?"
"Hey~ I didn't expect Ren Jie to be so good at fighting? Li Jing and Qiao Qingsong fight like this? To a certain extent, he has already won?"
Ren Jie and Qiao Qingsong were already on top. They didn't care about anything else and just wanted to knock down their opponent.
Every time Ren Jie punched, there was an explosion of fire, destroying the arena behind him. Although he was also injured all over his body by Qiao Qingsong's iron fist.
But the excellent recovery ability brought to Ren Jie by the third stage of demonization is his biggest reliance.
Looking back at Qiao Qingsong, most of the Black Warrior armor had been smashed into pieces. He could recover at first, but in the end even recovery became a problem.
He really fought to the limit, and his deification time was almost exhausted, and he even had to pay the price with a lot of flesh and blood on his body.
Ren Jie was seen exerting all his strength, and the bones in his body let out an overwhelmed scream. In a burst of burning, he punched Qiao Qingsong hard in the face.
Qiao Qingsong's black warrior armor was completely exploded by Ren Jie's punch, his jaw was shattered, and his body spun and fell out, like a kite with a broken string.
He rolled around on the ground a few times and hit the barrier heavily.
Ren Jie was seen standing there covered in blood. The Red King's battle armor gradually faded away, revealing a muscular upper body carved with knives and axes. The blood slid down the muscle lines. He stood covered in blood under the scorching sun, panting violently.
The whole place was silent and you could hear a pin drop.
Qiao Qingsong, who was lying on the ground with white smoke all over his body, still struggled to stand up, his eyes full of determination.
But in the end, he used up all his strength and turned over, lying on the ground helplessly, leaning against the barrier, helplessly looking at Ren Jie standing in the field, tilting his head and vomiting blood, smiling bitterly. :
"I haven't had such a hearty fight in a long time. I don't hold anything back. I can't win...I can't beat you at all..."
"You are really awesome, I'm convinced..."
"This victory... belongs to you!"
Qiao Qingsong tried his best, but even so, he still couldn't beat Ren Jie...
There's nothing to feel bad about. If you can't beat it, you can't beat it.
Qiao Qingsong admitted it, just go back and work harder, there is no shame in losing...
Ren Jie was seen laughing with his hands on his hips:
"You're pretty awesome too, but I'm more awesome, hahahaha~"
Qiao Qingsong looked at Ren Jie and rolled his eyes, secretly cursing a pervert, while Chu Xingwan, whose eyes were filled with distress, rolled down from the stands and hugged Qiao Qingsong, who had no strength to stand up, in his arms, tears dripping down his cheeks.
"Brother Qingsong? Are you okay? It doesn't matter if you lose. That guy Ren Jie looks like a human, but he's not a human at all!"
"You're already great, really great, aren't you?"
Qiao Qingsong smiled with regret on his face: "I tried my best, but I still lost...but I still have one regret..."
Chu Xingwan was startled: "What's going on?"
I saw Qiao Qingsong grinning: "If you lose...can you still go on a date with me this afternoon?"
Chu Xingwan was stunned for a moment, and then his face was almost red and bleeding: "But... yes, as long as you can still move!"
Ren Jie: (งథ伊థ)ง“Tsk~”
"I'm the one who wins! Why do I have to be fed dog food? Isn't it fair? Why am I not a human being? Explain it to me clearly?"
The furious Ren Jie turned to look at Jiang Jiuli, raised his hand and smiled, revealing a mouth of bloody white teeth.
"You win~ So you have decided which construction site we will go to tonight, and what concrete number will we treat you to?"
Jiang Jiuli looked dumbfounded. Is this all you have?
Is it okay to take everyone to eat concrete?
I saw Wang Laotie announcing loudly: "The winner of the first semi-final match, Ren Jie! Gets the place to advance to the finals!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole stadium burst into high cheers, which could be heard even outside the stadium. Ribbons were flying on the field and horns were blasting.
Jiang Jiuli took out his mobile phone, turned it into selfie mode, turned his back to the field, made a scissor hand gesture, circled Ren Jie in the frame, pressed the shutter button, and recorded the moment.
