Only the big names know that the characters who can be sent by the Mongolian Khan to preside over the annexation of Western Xia and force the founding holy emperor of the Western Xia to be a simple character?

No wonder Mongolia can stave off the world, there are so many heroes!

Tuohuan didn't say anything nonsense. With a wave of his hand, a young Mongolian man immediately jumped onto the ring. It was his personal guard captain Bater.

Bartel said loudly: "His Highness Tuohuan has an order. This competition will not determine the superiority and inferiority, but only determine life and death! Those who are afraid of death should not come on stage! The rules are as stated in the challenge letter to you. The winner will fight three consecutive games before he can end up. Finally, he will stand on the stage, and no one will come up to challenge the challenger again, for the final winner! The competition begins now! Our personnel on stage, the 'Desert Flying Eagle' No. 7!"

Bartel stepped down from the ring, and the next moment, a young man with a pale face appeared on the ring. He had bare hands and no weapons. He looked only about thirty years old, with a thin figure, and his black clothes made his body look a bit weird.

The Mongolian side did not inform the young man of his name, but only used the code name.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and no one recognized the identity of this young man.

Soon a young Han man jumped onto the ring and clasped his fists and said, "Lu Changqing, a disciple of the Diancang Sect, please give me advice!"

When the Han people were neutral, there were a lot of cheers. It was obvious that Lu Changqing was quite famous among young people.

But those cheers had just sounded, and Lu Changqing's head had already flew out!

No one saw how No. 7 took action. He seemed to have not even moved. Lu Changqing's head suddenly left his body and flew into the air!

Quiet! The whole audience was silent!
Chapter completed!