socalfunplaces Chapter 1137
Chapter 1137
"Bang!" With a sound, Xiong Annan's fist hit Shamondo's chest without any suspense.
Shamondo's chest instantly sank, and a fist mark the size of a bowl appeared on his back at the same time. Xiong Annan's fist force directly penetrated Shamondo's body, which showed how much force he used.
The disciples of Jinmian Martial Arts School, Ouyang Feiying, Ma Lebi and others who saw this scene couldn't help but twitch their mouths and felt cold on their backs.
Although they couldn't see through Shamondo's body, they could imagine that Shamondo's heart must have been shattered by this punch.
Shamondo was definitely dead!
Even if he was a great immortal, Sakyamuni would not be saved.
This scene was so ironic!
In their opinion, Xiong Annan, who was bound to die at the hands of Shamondo, only suffered some minor injuries, while Shamondo, who they had high hopes for and thought would never fail, died on the spot!
"Win! President Xiong won!"
The Wuji Club erupted with thunderous cheers. Although the fight between Xiong Annan and Shamondo had almost no tricks, it was full of ups and downs, and it looked very distressing.
Xiong Annan shook off the blood on his hands, turned around and smiled at Ouyang Jiannan, "Master Ouyang, how do you say this?"
Ouyang Jiannan narrowed his eyes, obviously very displeased with Xiong Annan's show of force at this time, but he still smiled coldly: "President Xiong, you win!"
"But President Xiong, don't you think you hit too hard? You have set a bad precedent. Next, I can't guarantee that my people won't follow suit."
Ouyang Jiannan didn't feel much about Shamondo's death. From the beginning to the end, Shamondo was just treated as a tool by him, so even if he died, he had to pull him out and use him again.
Xiong Annan laughed, "I believe that my Wuji disciples will not hesitate to die when facing cunning and shameless enemies. Master Ouyang should not use this to scare them."
"Okay, President Xiong, let's start the second game! In this game, let the disciples of both sides come to compete." Ouyang Jiannan said with a gloomy look and a cold tone.
After that, Ouyang Jiannan cast his eyes on a disciple beside him, "Qiao Luo, you come to the next game!"
"Did you hear what President Xiong said just now? Kill the person who fights with you."
After Ouyang Jiannan's voice fell, the disciple named Qiao Luo stepped forward and responded with a grin: "Master, don't worry, I promise to do it."
This disciple named Qiao Luo is tall and strong as an ox, with a shiny and shiny head, like a fierce and bloodthirsty monk who loves meat and drinks.
He is also the strongest one among Ouyang Jiannan's many direct disciples. He is at the early stage of Dan Realm, but his true strength is such that even the average mid-stage Dan Realm disciples are no match for him.
Seeing that Ouyang Jiannan sent Qiao Luo, Ouyang Feiying and Ma Lebi, the mood that was a little depressed because of Shamenduo's defeat just now instantly improved.
"With Brother Qiao Luo's fighting power, it's probably not a problem for him to beat Xiong Annan at his peak. Now let him fight the disciples of Wu Jihui. It's like he can hit whoever he hits to death!"
Ma Lebi said with a smile.
"Haha!" Ouyang Feiying laughed and said, "Who made Xiong Annan so ignorant? He dared to use dirty tricks to win the next game. He escaped a disaster, but his disciples must die."
Xiong Annan had also heard about Qiao Luo. Although Ouyang Jiannan was still the strongest in the Tianwu Sect of Cotton Country in recent years, he would always send Qiao Luo to fight against martial artists who came to challenge him.
In the past few years, Qiao Luo has never lost a game.
Except for him and Ye Xiao, I am afraid that no one can stop Qiao Luo.
"Master, let me go! Isn't it just a fight against a strong and simple-minded bull? I can do it!" Zhang Yuge took the lead.
Although he said it very easily, he was still a little nervous in his heart. After all, Qiao Luo's reputation has been circulating in the martial arts world of Cotton Country for a long time. How could he not know it?
But he is the eldest brother of the Wu Ji Association of the Cotton Country. In this situation, he has no reason to retreat, and he does not want to hurt other disciples.
"Brother Zhang, let me do it! I really want to have a fight with the people of Tianwu Sect." At this time, Tan Lang, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.
In fact, Tan Lang noticed Ouyang Jiannan when he showed up, and his hatred for some people in Tianwu Sect was also ignited at that moment.
This Ouyang Jiannan was also one of the people who framed him back then.
But Tan Lang was worried that Ouyang Jiannan would see the clues, so heHe had been hiding behind the crowd, trying to suppress his hatred, but now that he had the opportunity to fight the enemy, Tan Lang didn't want to miss it.
"Brother Lang, this is not good! You were injured a few days ago, and you are a foreign aid disciple, so let me do it!" Zhang Yuge said with some worry.
He and Qiao Luo both grew up in the environment of Cotton Country, and they more or less knew each other's martial arts routines. Tan Lang came from the mainland of Dragon Country, and he was worried that Tan Lang would suffer at the hands of Qiao Luo.
"Yuge, let Lang Tan go! He can handle it." Ye Xiao also supported Tan Lang. At this moment, he could naturally see that Tan Lang wanted to vent some of his hatred for Tianwumen through this battle.
Moreover, Zhang Yuge's realm has not reached the Dan realm, and he would only be a serving dish if he went up. Although Tan Lang had just entered the Dan realm not long ago, his fighting spirit driven by hatred was far stronger than that of Qiao Luo.
If the two fought, it was still unknown who would win.
Because of the previous lesson, Zhang Yuge did not object to Ye Xiao's words. He just said to Tan Lang, "Be careful!" and then stepped back, giving Tan Lang the chance to fight.
When Tan Lang strode to Qiao Luo and stood five steps away, Ouyang Jiannan's pupils suddenly flashed with surprise.
Tan Lang's eyes reminded him of a person, a disciple from another faction in Tianwu Sect.
Could it be that person?
But Ouyang Jiannan did not care too much, even if it was that person, it was no big deal.
All the high-end combat power of that faction had been uprooted, and a mere disciple, a person like an ant, could be crushed to death by him with just a flick of his finger.
Tan Lang and Qiao Luo stood opposite each other. Although they did not make any physical movements, they were quietly mobilizing their own blood and energy to every inch of muscle, ready to fight at any time, and could burst out the strongest physical strength at any time.
At first, Qiao Luo wanted to intimidate Tan Lang with his momentum. Since he had achieved some success in martial arts, he had never lost in dozens of external battles.
The blood courage and arrogance accumulated over a long period of time could make any opponent of equal strength feel timid before fighting in front of him.
But after meeting Tan Lang's eyes, Qiao Luo found that he could not suppress Tan Lang with his momentum. In fact, when facing Tan Lang's eyes that seemed to have condensed into a sharp sword, he actually wanted to retreat.
What a terrifying pair of eyes with murderous intent!