V4.Chapter 91

Lin Baimu stared at Che Wenjun, who walked into the white line with a big knife in his hand. He only felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, or there was something wrong with the other party's head.

For the opponent in front of him, totem Yimai has also done detailed research, and he even went to watch Che Wenjun's game in person.

Finally, they came to the conclusion that Che Wenjun had a unique talent in boxing and foot skills. If his boxing and foot skills were used, he would be no less powerful than him. If the two decided the victory with boxing and foot skills, then who could win in the end? I'm afraid it was really due to a moment of luck.

However, Che Wenjun is obviously inferior to him in terms of weapon attainments, and the weapon he used to use before is obviously a bright long sword, but somehow, now he comes up with a terrible four meter long knife.

Slightly licked some dry lips, Lin Bai mastiff asked in a deep voice, "brother Che, is this your portable weapon?"

Che Wenjun laughed and said, "elder martial brother Lin, it doesn't seem to matter whether this weapon is mine or not. Since I have brought it up, I want to use it to compare skills with elder martial brother. Please be merciful."

On the surface, he looks confident, but in his heart, he is uneasy.

The words of he Changlao at the time of parting that night always hovered in his ears.

"Follow your feelings."

But the problem is that he used such a long weapon for the first time. Even though he was temporarily crammed and hurriedly learned how to use long weapons, how did he follow his feelings?

If it weren't for his heart, he Yiming already had a kind of almost blind trust. He just felt that what he said was definitely correct, and he couldn't really carry this big guy on stage.

Lin Bai mastiff's face changed slightly, and he suddenly felt a surge of anger. Looking at Che Wenjun's physique, he did not look like a person who used such a huge weapon in any case. Coupled with the ferocity and quickness when he used the long sword before, he decided that Che Wenjun's weapon should be the long sword.

In that case, on such a critical occasion, holding such a weapon on stage, is it not clear that it means to underestimate him and not take him as a dish.

Thinking of this, Lin baimastiff's face gradually turned blue. He snorted angrily and said, "well, since elder martial brother Che insists on it, I'd better obey him if I'm respectful."

With a wave of his hand, he ran quickly from the crowd and handed a pair of huge meteor hammers.

This pair of meteor hammers is connected by iron chains. The two hammers are huge, each of which is the size of several ordinary people's heads, and the weight is full, adding up to more than 300 kilograms.

In order to show his respect for daguandao, Che Wenjun went down to get it himself.

However, Lin baimastiff had already had his weapons ready for him. When he waved, someone sent them over.

However, to his surprise, the person who sent the weapons was not a nephew who used to keep the weapons for him, but a senior brother of his.

This elder martial brother's cultivation in martial arts is not inferior to him, but this time he was unlucky and met a stronger opponent, so he was brushed down.

"Younger martial brother, be careful." After handing the meteor hammer to Lin Bai mastiff, the man whispered.

"Elder martial brother, what's wrong?" Lin Bai mastiff asked suspiciously.

"Someone has recognized that this dagger is Yokoyama heyiming's portable weapon. Be careful not to be careless." The man said that and immediately withdrew.

Lin Bai mastiff immediately took a breath. He Yiming's name is so famous that he doesn't know which one. Since he handed over his portable weapons to the man in front of him, it must be very meaningful.

At this point, the little anger that had just ignited in his heart suddenly disappeared, and his eyes looking at Che Wenjun were full of vigilance.

The inborn strong man who supervised the battle outside waved his hand and said; "You two, you can start."

At this time, several of the ten white line circles have begun. However, in all circles, the most eye-catching is still here.

On and off the high platform, there are not many people who recognize the origin of Da Guandao. As soon as they hear that this is he Yiming's portable weapon, even the innate strong people who ignore this kind of competition are also a little more interested.

At this time, Zhou Datian's face was cloudy and sunny, and he and many masters had the same thoughts.

Can an acquired cultivator who has never used too long weapons really exert his power after suddenly getting a big pass knife?

Under normal circumstances, I'm afraid that instead of increasing Che Wenjun's power, he will become a drag on him.

However, seeing he Yiming with a confident smile on his face, these people first lost confidence in their hearts.

It has to be said that he Yiming's strength has reached a level that makes them prefer to trust each other rather than themselves.

"Elder martial brother Lin, please."

"Brother Che, please."

After the two people saluted each other, Che Wenjun immediately turned his wrist, and the knife stood up, and the head was cut off with a knife.

Lin Bai mastiff was angry. Che Wenjun actually used this casual move, which was too bullying.

With a cold snort, he raised his twin hammers, as if he wanted to break through the force and shake away the opponent's knife, and then bullied his body and grabbed the first chance.

At the moment when the pair of hammers hit out, he originally wanted to use seven points of strength to remove the opponent's knife, but the words of his senior brother flashed in his mind. This big pass belongs to he Yiming.

Due to these three breathtaking names, the internal strength in his hands became more and more fierce, and he had accumulated ten layers of internal strength.

A knife and a pair of hammers, under everyone's attention, hit each other heavily.

"Bang..."

The loud impact sound immediately came out, and those congenital strong people on the high platform all had slightly changed their faces. They have heard how shocking the powerful power contained in the broadsword has reached.

At the same time, Lin Bai mastiff's face turned into a bloodshot pig liver color in an instant.

The power conveyed from this knife can be so great

He had known the origin of this dagger for a long time, so he didn't want to fight with it from the beginning, but just wanted to remove the power of this knife safely.

But at this time, he found that the strength of the other party was too great, and the ingenious use of the inner strength of the other party was definitely beyond his reach.

Under the control of the other party's internal force, his two hammers seemed to be firmly adsorbed on it by glue, let alone trying to remove this force. Even if he wanted to abandon the hammer and retreat, it was impossible.

Just a moment of hesitation, he has lost the last chance to abandon the hammer and retreat. Only firmly hold the sledgehammer and bear the pressure of the powerful and incredible force from the dagger.

In fact, Lin Bai mastiff can wave a meteor hammer of more than 300 kilograms in an endless stream. Among the many division brothers of the same generation, it is already a rare natural divine power.

Although the other side's dagger looks far more terrifying than his meteor hammer, he has absolute confidence that he can suppress Che Wenjun with pure power.

But when the knives and hammers intersected, he suddenly found that he was wrong, and it was outrageous.

The other side's sharp knife didn't seem to be very fast or heavy, but it didn't fully play its huge power until the moment when the knife and hammer intersected.

Lin Bai mastiff's internal strength condensed to a little at this moment. His blood was boiling, and he poured his internal strength madly on the double hammers on his head.

Of course, it's not that he spared his life, but that he cherished his life too much.

This pair of hammers is on top of his head. If the other party breaks the hammers, when the big knife falls, it will hit his head.

Although he was quite confident about his strength, he never thought his head could be harder than daguandao, a famous weapon in the northwest.

Just for a moment, his face became ferocious, and his eyes stared out like a bullfight, grinning like a ghost. He has used his strength to eat water, wine and milk, which embarrassingly blocked Che Wenjun's seemingly handy knife.

Che Wenjun was ecstatic. He slashed it, just trying to compare the power of both sides, but the final result made him overjoyed.

Obviously, this big knife is not very heavy. Obviously, I didn't input all my internal strength into it. Obviously, I didn't expect this to cause embarrassment to the other party.

Even, he has no confidence to win

However, at the moment, looking at the appearance of Lin Bai mastiff, it seems to be bearing the force of ten thousand kilograms, as if it will collapse at any time.

Immediately, Che Wenjun was confident. With such a powerful weapon, let alone the top ten, he was fully confident even if he was the first.

At this point, his growing admiration for he Yiming is worthy of being the most powerful congenital strong man in history, even a weapon is so awesome.

However, at the same time, there is also a trace of doubt in his heart. Is this big knife really so heavy?

After a few more breaths, everyone saw that Lin Bai mastiff's legs had begun to tremble slightly, his whole body was sweating, and his clothes had been soaked with sweat in a few breaths.

His face turned from blood red to pale. Although his face was still ferocious, he almost stuck out his tongue.

The voice from his mouth was no longer a sonorous and powerful cry, but a gasp like an old cow pulling a broken car.

As long as he has a little vision, he knows that he is exhausted and seems to be falling into a state of exhaustion immediately.

The inborn strong man in charge of the battle flashed a look of horror in his eyes, and there was also a trace of greed in his eyes when he looked at daguandao, but it was only for a moment, and he immediately suppressed the idea.

It's not too long to rob he Yiming's things.

He restrained his mind, waved his hand and said, "stop, Che Wenjun wins."

Che Wenjun was slightly stunned, but after hearing the words of duzhan Xiantian, he subconsciously withdrew the big knife in his hand. When he lifted it with a little force, daguandao immediately obediently left the double hammer.

Later, the crowd saw a violent twitch in the muscles of Lin Bai mastiff's arms, which could no longer be held in his hands, and his hammer fell to the ground.

Then he fell straight down.

Che Wenjun looked at the dagger in his hand and at the Tu fan disciples rushing up. His heart was at a loss

I... won?