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Nie Laihong leaped up onto the stage.

Nie Laihong's martial power wasn't that strong, but his second-rate martial power could be considered as one of the upper tier.

Nie Laihong raised his hand and crooked his fingers at the five people. "Which bastard would want me to break the dog's mouth first? Come up and talk!"

The one among the five cursed loudly and was about to jump onto the stage. One of the men holding a sword said, "Senior Brother, you don't need to do anything. I'll teach him a lesson in your place."

As he said this, he jumped onto the stage. He didn't feel any guilt in front of Nie Laihong. He said, "You're out of luck to have met us. Today, you have no choice but to admit your misfortune."

Nie Laihong was already filled with rage. "Cut the crap!" We'll see how it goes under his hand! "

Although he was dressed in white, he held a long sword in his hand. However, he did not pull out the sword. He put the sword behind his back, rolled up his sleeves, and then, with luck, threw out a punch.

When that person saw his opponent make such a move, he was inwardly surprised. Did he not follow common sense? To think that you would want to spar with me, you …

The sword bent under the huge force, and the sword's body bounced onto his own chest. The force of the punch passed through the sword, and it was as if someone had hit him with a heavy hammer. He suddenly felt a little stuffy, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The man slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His fist had already healed his internal injuries.

Martial artists had the worst outcome. Even though they had suffered internal injuries, they were still unwilling to step down from the arena. Not to mention that their fellow martial brothers and sisters were all watching from below the stage.

That person activated his sword technique and in half a minute, he consecutively sent out seven sword attacks, creating a cloud of sword flowers in the air. Nie Laihong was forced back by the Sword Flower. He didn't meet the blow head on, but rather jumped to the other side of the ring and crouched down.

All of a sudden, Nie Laihong, who was like a raging dragon, let out a loud roar, and launched an all-out projectile with all his might! The punch landed on the man's stomach.

He was sent flying backwards, blood spewing out of his mouth as he fell off the stage.

When the other four saw their fellow disciples being sent flying out of the arena, they felt that their faces were tarnished. One of them hurriedly went to help the person who was sent flying to stabilize his injuries.

In martial arts spars, there were often injuries, but most of them stopped there and no one would kill them. However, there were also times when one's attacks were too heavy, accidentally injuring others.

Nie Laihong won. He turned around and smiled at the Cardinal, Hu Shuangyi, and the others. "Brother, you're right. The dog bit me. I can't bite the dog back, but I can beat the dog half to death, break its mouth, and break its legs. Hahahaha."

While Nie Laihong was conversing with Cardinal and the others, another member of the group jumped onto the stage.

With a whoosh, he drew his sword from its sheath.

He said, "Hit a dog? It's not like I'm being bitten by a dog, I'm afraid people can't compare to dogs! "

Hearing that, Nie Laihong wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "You've already admitted that you're a dog. What else can I say to you?"

The man's face turned cold as he drew his sword.

Nie Laihong couldn't dodge in time, and a bloody wound appeared on his hand.

Nie Laihong was still in the limelight, attacking in quick succession. His long sword was like a shadow, relentlessly chasing Nie Laihong's figure.

Nie Laihong turned around, dodged the sword strike, turned around and threw a punch towards the man's chest.

That person's reaction was also very fast. He dodged the punch and paused for a moment. The strength of the sword in his hand increased, and the force of the sword strike became even more tyrannical. It was seven strikes in a row, and was completed in one go.

When Nie Laihong's attack missed, he had already drawn back. All seven swords slashed onto the arena. Sword Qi crisscrossed the arena and drew a few white marks on the ground.

As the two exchanged moves on the stage, the people below the stage gradually gathered over. More and more people gathered, filling up the lover's court.

With a low growl, Nie Laihong's fists became even more powerful, just like an angry lion. He threw out two punches consecutively, each of his punches were filled with vigor and vigor.

The sword-wielding man was also caught off guard by Nie Laihong's sudden attack. In an instant, their fists and swords clashed. One sword blocked one fist's might, and the next one arrived. He had no choice but to block again.

His punches were moving faster and faster, and his swinging of the sword was also getting faster and faster. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Dong! It was as if he was forging. However, his forging frequency was much faster than that of the blacksmithing.

Everyone below the stage exclaimed, "This is great! "Handsome!"

"Make your move! The white-clothed Punch Emperor, you can do it!"

"Draw the sword! Thrust him! Thrust him!"

The crowd was in an uproar. There were quite a number of duels in the martial arts world, but there weren't many opportunities to fight in the ring in public. At least, there weren't two experts who would leisurely arrange the fight in the ring.

Hu Shuangyi said, "The Dragon Gate Security Office really lives up to their reputation. Brother Nie's punches are like the wind, they burst out like a giant tree striking the city gate. Truly unstoppable. Truly unstoppable."

Cardinal also nodded his head and said, "Yep, that's right. His fist art is fierce and unparalleled. This swordsman shouldn't be a match for Brother Nie."

The crowd below the arena was abuzz with discussion and cheers, as if they were the ones competing in the arena.

Nie Laihong paused in his punching routine. He still wasn't proficient in martial arts. After executing his ninety-eight punches, he was already somewhat exhausted, so the strength of his punches had slightly decreased.

That Blade Master was also suffering. When their fists collided, his palm would become numb. If he had ten more punches, he might not be able to hold onto his sword anymore and would be killed.

Seeing that Nie Laihong's fist had slightly slowed down, he immediately gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. With seven consecutive stabs, his sword pierced through a bloody hole as long as it could hit.

The force of the sword was like a hot knife through butter. It looked like a dragonfly touching the water, but it was hiding its killing intent.

After retracting his fist, Nie Laihong had already thought of a plan. He twisted his body and dodged the sword's blade. Although his shoulder was struck, a vicious elbow struck a fatal point, causing the swordsman's hand to make a crisp sound.

"Crunch." The bone of the hand was broken.

"Clang!" The long sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

When Nie Laihong saw this scene, he felt pity for the swordsman. It was just a competition of martial arts, there was no need to cripple the swordsman's foundation by changing his fist into a palm. With a light palm strike, the swordsman was pushed off the stage.

It wasn't easy for Nie Laihong to win this round.

Blood flowed out from his shoulder, staining half of his white robe red.

A bloody wound had formed on his hand, and his blood had been solidified by Nie Laihong's inner force. A bloody scab had already appeared on it.

Nie Laihong put his hand on his shoulder and stopped the blood from flowing out.

He thought to himself, 'This group of people are so powerful, no wonder they look down on me.'

Those who are capable always have the right to be rebellious.

When Nie Laihong stopped his bleeding, a cheer came from below the stage, "The White Robed Fighter! "The White Robed Fighter!"

"Wow, this white-clothed old brother's fist arts are also incomparably tyrannical!"

"Heh heh, I told you earlier, the white-clothed fist emperor must have won!"

Someone else said: "That Blade Master was also a bit careless. It's also possible that he didn't have enough inner strength. Otherwise, it would be better if the swordsman technique is more exquisite. "

"..."

The cheers from below the stage were like a giant wave!

People in the martial world began to recognize the "White Robes Fighter" in the Dragon Gate Security Office!