Urban Madness

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"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Under the attention of everyone, Huangfu Lin drew his sword and took nine steps forward in a row.

Step by step is more powerful, and step by step is stronger.

The concrete ground was also cracked by him when he stepped on it, and the debris splashed, as if it had been bombarded indiscriminately.

In the ninth step, Huang Fulin used the reaction force, holding a long knife, soaring into the sky, carrying a force of destruction, and slashing towards Lee Jong Hyuk.

This sword contains the supreme martial will.

There is offensive but not defensive, advances without retreat, and lives toward death.

His whole person merged with the mad dragon treasure sword, as if it really turned into a nine-day dragon, killing the world.

For a time, many Chinese martial artists in the audience showed joy and said excitedly:

"This Huangfu Lin is indeed the supreme powerhouse, and his strength is so terrifying, he is definitely not a man who has lost his reputation!"

"Such swordsmanship is really too domineering! I am afraid that ordinary masters and strong masters cannot resist!"

...

However, looking at this menacing knife, Lee Jong Hyuk was not shocked and rejoiced, shouting:

"Good job!"

Suddenly, a majestic force burst out from Lee Jong Hyuk's haggard body, and his momentum rose steadily, like a demon god, covering the sun and the moon and enveloped the sky.

The next moment, his right leg swept out like a steel whip, and kicked towards the blade of the Dragon Sword.

Everyone in the court never expected that instead of evading the edge, Lee Jong Hyuk chose to head-on.

Isn't this... seeking a dead end?

Upon seeing this, Huangfulin seemed to be greatly humiliated, and his inner strength was madly injected into the long sword.

"Huh!"

On the blade, a layer of scarlet sword appeared, which was unstoppable and unstoppable.

Not to mention a mortal body, even if there is a ten thousand mountain in front of it, it can be cut in two.

Finally, with one knife and one leg, they collided in mid-air.

"Zheng!"

A sound of gold and iron crossed.

Unexpectedly, Lee Jong Hyuk's right leg was not cut off by the Dragon Sword, and it was still intact.

On the contrary, Huang Fulin only felt that there was a powerful force coming from the blade.

"boom!"

That huge force, like a volcanic eruption, is strong and strong.

In an instant, Huangfulin's right hand tiger's mouth cracked, blood splattered, and he could barely hold the hilt of the knife. He retreated seven or eight steps before he could barely stand still, his face was full of unconcealable fright, and a big bean appeared on his forehead. Of sweat.

On the other hand, Lee Jong Hyuk fell to the ground leisurely after one leg, calm and relaxed, even the corners of his clothes were not messy, he seemed to be able to do his job well, he did not use his full strength at all.

Immediately afterwards, Li Zhonghe looked at Huangfulin from a distance, and slowly said:

"What? Are you just this capable? That disappointed me too much!"

As soon as this statement came out, Huang Fulin's face was extremely embarrassed, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

He never expected that Lee Jong Hyuk would not only shake his sword with his body, he was also unscathed.

More importantly, that unbiased leg kicked on the only flaw of the Dragon Sword.

This kind of vision represents Lee Jong Hyuk's strength, which is much higher than him.

Which is strong and weak is clear at a glance.

The huge power gap made his heart sink to the bottom, and even gave birth to a sense of powerlessness.

But at this moment, Huang Fulin couldn't back down at all.

Because he represents the entire Chinese martial arts world.

If he loses, and no one else can play, doesn't it mean that Huaxia Budo has lost to Goryeo Taekwondo?

This battle can only be won, not defeated!

...

Thinking of this, Huangfulin's eyes drenched, and an astonishing aura burst out of his body, coldly snorted:

"Huh... Old Goryeo, don't be proud! The real battle has just begun!"

With that said, his body was full of muscles, and he was almost about to split the samurai uniform, holding the sword in both hands, and the surging inner strength injected into the blade.

"boom!"

Suddenly, that mad dragon sword seemed to have unlocked its seal, brilliantly bright and dazzling.

"Ho **** ho ho..."

A dragon-like sword sounded through the world, and the aura of proud of the world made people want to worship.

"Slash with one blow!"

Huangfulin's eyes were red, and he shouted angrily. He slashed frantically with knives in both hands. In one breath, he cut hundreds of knives.

A knife is faster than a knife!

Hundreds of scarlet blades swept into a large airtight net, and like a wave of anger, shrouded towards Lee Jong Hyuk.

This kind of mass destruction attack is really terrifying.

"Puff!"

The sound of space tearing came, that sound like metal rubbing, it was creepy and frightening.

Even at a certain distance, the Chinese warriors who were onlookers in the distance were all shocked by the aura of silence contained in it.

Rao was Li Zhonghe, the expression on his face had undergone a subtle change, and he secretly said that he underestimated Huangfulin after all.

However, that's all.

At the next moment, Lee Jong Hyuk's figure rose into the air, his robe agitated, and he fisted boldly and slammed into the polished blade light.

There was explosive power in his fist, and every time he punched it, it shattered a blade of light.

In just a dozen breaths, all the sky and swordsmanship turned into dust and disappeared.

Silence resumed in the venue.

...

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, Huang Fu Lin couldn't help but breathe in air, dumbfounded and shocked.

You know, the move just now, "one cut with one hundred cuts", has exhausted most of his dantian's internal energy, but it still didn't cause any damage to Li Zhonghe.

This is not a fair duel at all, it is simply a one-sided crush.

Those Chinese warriors in the audience naturally saw the situation in the field.

For a while, a mood called "despair" filled the crowd.

If Huangfu Lin was defeated, Huaxia Martial Arts would probably become a joke and would never be able to raise his head in front of the Koreans.

"call……"

Suddenly, Huangfu Lin took a deep breath, and a touch of death flashed in his eyes, as if an important decision had been made. He looked at the crowd and said:

"My martial artist, why would you like a fight?"

"If I die, don't bury my bones. Death is like a star and life is like the dew."

As soon as the voice fell, Huang Fulin turned around again, his spirits and spirits became one, soaring away, holding knives in both hands, like a burning star.

That kind of indomitable momentum has long forgotten life and death, as if Jing Ke assassinated King Qin back then.

Above the blade, you can still see the thunderbolt-like light, and the stars are flying like fireflies.

Cut out with a single knife, there is the potential of golden iron horse, blood sea and yellow sand, as if under this knife, there is nothing that cannot be cut!

With this cut, Huang Fulin completely abandoned the defense, wounded the enemy 800, and hurt himself a thousand.

The jade and stone are burned, and they all die together!

This move is extremely tragic.

Huang Fulin knew that if it was a normal duel, he would definitely not be Lee Jong Hyuk's opponent.

But in order not to fall into the prestige of Huaxia Budo, he decided to make his opponent pay a huge price even if he sacrificed himself.

"We Chinese Warriors can be defeated, but we will never be defeated!"

"I smiled to the sky from the cross-sword, and left two Kunluns!"

...

At this moment, Huangfulin was like a burning star, and as tragic and majestic as a moth fighting a fire.

Everyone in the court was shocked by this mighty determination.

But Lee Jong Hyuk sneered, disdainfully said:

"Huh...it's ridiculous! The weak should have the consciousness of the weak!"

As soon as the voice fell, Li Zhonghe's momentum skyrocketed, as if there was a fierce beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, breaking the shackles and getting out of the trap, showing its vigor.

"boom!"

A terrifying breath spread in all directions, filling the entire Taekwondo gym.

Everyone in the field only felt a coolness pouring from the soles of their feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if to freeze their blood and soul together.

Even Huangfulin's offensive in midair was stagnant.

At this moment, Lee Jong Hyuk revealed his true face.

Like an ancient demon god, finally showed his fangs.

"dead!"

Li Zhonghe raised his fist, evacuated the vitality of the world within a hundred meters, sent a thunderbolt, and attacked Huangfulin's chest with lightning speed.

fast!

Too fast!

Between the sparks and the fire, Huangfulin's hair stood up, subconsciously wanting to close the sword and defend, after all, he was slow.

"Peng!"

There was a loud bang, resounding like thunder in nine days.

Li Zhonghe's fist slammed into Huangfulin's chest.

Blew his heart!