Chapter 61 Fight to the death 1

The people in Beicang were shouting crazily at Tie Shou, but the East and West warehouses seemed much quieter when no one came on stage.

"Iron Shou, be careful yourself, Qinglong is difficult to deal with." The bald Lei Bao over there said to his brother.

The iron hand glanced at the tall Qinglong who was slowly walking towards the ring with a pair of eagle eyes. He didn't know what the expression was on his face. He just heard him say: "Brother, don't worry." After saying that, he walked towards the ring slowly.

Go.

On the life-and-death boxing ring, Qinglong and Iron Hand stood silently opposite each other, staring at each other coldly.

I don't know what they are thinking in their hearts, but everyone in the audience knows that one of the two people today must lie on this and die on it.

Just listen to the sound of "The boxing match begins." came from the loudspeaker.

The whole place, which had been a bit noisy at first, suddenly fell silent.

I saw Qinglong and Iron Shou still looking at each other coldly, neither of them taking action first.

In the black prison, they both knew how strong the other was, so neither of them dared to act rashly now.

The people in the audience held their breath and did not dare to gnaw. No one from the east, west, south, north, and four warehouses made a sound.

In the end, one person took action first.

Iron hand.

His right fist struck like lightning towards the Qinglong who was still standing there looking at him coldly.

At this time, everyone opened their eyes wide and finally took action.

Let's say that after Iron Hand's right fist struck at an extremely fast speed, Qinglong, who was still standing there, suddenly moved sideways when Iron Hand's fist approached him.

A punch is empty.

Then the iron fist of his left fist moved towards the already moving Qinglong at a faster speed.

Qinglong didn't dare to take the iron fist forcefully, so he swayed and dodged again.

The iron hand's two punches did not gain any benefit, and he became angry from shame.

His fists were like lightning and he punched dozens of times quickly.

But surprisingly, the Qinglong just dodged and had no intention of attacking back.

The people in the audience sighed.

The audience heard a voice from Nancang saying: "Brother, why does Brother Long only dodge but not attack?"

17 looked at the scene on the stage and said calmly: "It's not time yet."

I saw that the iron hand on the stage had already thrown more than a dozen punches, but the Qinglong didn't fight back even a single punch.

After Iron Shou punched more than a dozen empty punches, he stood there, beads of sweat streaming down his face.

Qinglong on the side still looked relaxed, but it was obvious that Qinglong's eyes had been cold from the moment he stepped onto the ring, and he had been staring at Iron Hand.

Whenever Tie Shou looks into the eyes of the green dragon, although he has a pair of eagle-like eyes, he feels that the eyes of the green dragon are a hundred times more vicious than his. Sometimes he feels that he has lost to him first in terms of self-confidence.

He saw the silent man in front of him who said nothing.

After the iron hand had struck more than a dozen punches, the two fell into a cold war again. Just when everyone was about to curse, the mighty figure of the green dragon finally moved.

The man who had played for two full minutes was finally about to explode.

I saw his left leg kicking towards the iron hand who was still standing there like a sickle.

The wind brought by his left foot couldn't help but make the iron hand feel cold.

Tie Shou hurriedly moved his legs back, but as soon as he stood still, Qinglong's fists as big as the mouth of a bowl hit him in the face.

"Not good." Tie Shou secretly yelled.

His right iron fist hurriedly blocked.

There was a crash, and the two fists collided tightly.

Tie Shou's body was shaken by the ferocious force and took a few steps back. However, Qing Long's legs felt like they were stuck on the ground and he still stood there motionless.

At this moment, Iron Hand seemed to be completely angered.

Suddenly he yelled and kicked Qinglong in the head with a fierce swing of his legs.

Qinglong raised his hands high and caught his terrifying leg.

But the iron hand didn't seem to expect that Qinglong would dare to catch his kick with both hands. He retracted his leg and kicked it with his right leg in a roundhouse.

Qinglong lowered his body, and his tall figure suddenly squatted on the ground.

When the iron hand's leg had not yet fallen to the ground, he swept his leg towards the iron hand's left leg.

Bang.

Tie Shou's tall figure fell to the ground.

The whole audience burst into boos.

"Brother, Brother Long will probably be able to kill Tie Shou in two more rounds." I heard the honest Hu Zi next to me say.

17 said solemnly: "No, not that fast yet."

Huzi still wanted to speak, but he heard a burst of cheers from the stage.

Huzi turned his head and looked around, only to see that Tie Shou, who had just fallen to the ground, had flipped up like a carp and stared at Qinglong with angry eyes.

The fall just now obviously did not cause much damage to Iron Hand. It is also true that for desperadoes like them, it would not be a joke if a fall could kill them.

In the blink of an eye, Qinglong still looked indifferent, with his hands open, his left fist clenched, and his right hand placed in front of his chest in a blocking posture, a standard Sanda posture.

The two of them went through two rounds, and Tie Shou suffered a little loss, but his posture was as if Tie Shou had just scratched his itch during that wrestling session.

The two quickly became friends again.

This time, Tie Shou opened his arms and kicked with only his legs, while Qing Long blocked with both hands. Qing Long, who was already full of muscles, had an advantage physically. In this way, Tie Shou's

The leg attack doesn't seem to have much benefit.

Just as the two were fighting each other, they were at the peak of their composure, when suddenly they saw Iron Hand's dark iron hand hitting Qinglong's chest like a ghost.

Qinglong blocked with his left hand. Qinglong, who originally thought he had firmly controlled the iron hand, suddenly turned the iron hand around at an incredible angle, and the dark iron fist hit Qinglong straight.

On the strong chest.

Qinglong groaned, took two steps back, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, Qinglong suffered a greater loss at this moment. At this moment, he didn't bother to wipe it, but looked coldly at the iron hand on the opposite side.

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"Hidden weapon." Huzi screamed and stood on the stage.

The 17-year-old also sat there with a heavy look on his face without saying a word.

At this moment, Lei Bao, the bald boss of Beicang, looked at the stage with a smile.

The one-eyed dragon next to him said with a smile: "Brother, that guy from Iron Hand is quite ruthless with his moves. Even the Qinglong suffered a loss. I guess Iron Hand can survive this round."

The bald Lei Bao looked at the stage. Although he was smiling, he still said: "Don't underestimate Qinglong."

At this moment on the stage, the iron hand injured Qinglong with his unique hidden weapon, and then took advantage of the victory to hit Qinglong continuously, with his chain of legs sweeping towards Qinglong's body like a windmill.

At this time, Qinglong didn't dare to be careless and moved his body vigorously, but he still couldn't withstand the two punches from the iron hand.

However, the Qinglong didn't seem to have much reaction to the two punches. Instead, he seemed to be getting braver and braver as he fought, becoming more agile like a leopard.

I saw that although his body was tall, he was extremely flexible. One of his iron hands pushed his abdomen with one knee. Qinglong pressed down with both hands to block the blow. His two hands quickly used their palms to grasp, and he caught him in one fell swoop.

Those iron-handed shoulders.

Tie Shou was stunned. He was about to break away from his eagle-like claws, but before he could exert any force, his whole body was suddenly lifted up, almost like a chicken in Qinglong's hand.

Qinglong grabbed the iron hand in the air and threw it down hard. The iron hand's body was thrown to the ground with a thump like a cotton ball.

But Qinglong never gave the latte player a chance this time.

After Tie Shou fell down, the whole person rushed over as nimble as a leopard. Tie Shou was just about to stand up, but a huge fist had already hit his face.

There was a scream, and blood spurted out from Tie Shou's nose after being hit.

Qinglong succeeded with one punch, and hit Tie Shou in the face with two more punches.

Tie Shou's body fell to the ground, and a stream of scarlet blood spat out from his mouth.

"Kill him, kill him."

A voice suddenly rang out from the audience.

I saw the gang of shemales in Dongcang laughing and shouting, and a few people in Nancang shouting. Only the bald Lei Bao in Beicang had a livid face.

Qinglong slowly raised his hand, looking at the iron hand on the ground that seemed to have lost strength, and raised his fist in the air in a daze, without hitting it.

"What's going on?" Tang Qing, who was at the top, said with an unhappy face.

"Kill him quickly, or you will die." Tang Qing was heard cursing from above.

Qinglong raised his cold eyes.
To be continued...