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"it is good!"

"Brother Tianhong is doing great!"

"Behead him!

"

The security personnel looked at Wang Bao whose arm was bleeding, and then at Luo Tianhong who was safe and sound. They applauded each and every one of them to boost his morale.

Ji Bu stood aside, looked at the two people who had put on a clear posture, narrowed the corners of his eyes, folded his arms and began to ponder.

Luo Tianhong's skill has been improved compared to before. The last time Luo Tianhong fought against him, his speed was far from as fast as now.

But even so, in the face of Luo Tianhong's sharp and fast sword, Wang Bao can always block it very well and remain invincible.

On the surface, it seemed that Luo Tianhong had a very large advantage, and Wang Bao was popular with his sword, but the blow he suffered just now was not light.

Luo Tianhong used the sword in his right hand, and a heavy blow to his right shoulder would definitely slow down his speed, plus Wang Bao had an advantage in size.

If he tried his best, Luo Tianhong would probably be unable to resist.

as predicted.

"Ah!"

Wang Bao opened his eyes suddenly, his lips parted slightly and let out a loud shout. This time he took the lead, kicked the lower end of the iron pipe with his right foot, and controlled the iron pipe with his hands and feet to smash it towards Luo Tianhong's head.

A very simple move, without any fancy movements, all relying on brute force, but it has a very fast speed.

The iron pipe swiftly swung through the air, carrying the gust of wind, and the lumen of the iron pipe collided with the air to resonate, faintly vibrating.

"clang!"

Luo Tianhong held the sword sideways to block, the iron pipe collided with the blade of the Han sword, and the sound of metal collision was loud as sparks splashed everywhere.

The two bounced off each other.

"Tsk!"

Wang Bao looked at the Eight-Faced Han Sword, which was intact and unchanged, and couldn't help raising his brows:
"Good sword!"

"I've heard about your Luo Tianhong's Eight-Faced Han Sword for a long time. It's really a good thing to see today."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "Soon, I will be its owner."

"Shh!"

Luo Tianhong's hand holding the sword trembled, and the eight-faced Han sword turned around, revealing the sword body, the cold light refracted by the exquisite eight-faced sword body under the light:
"I'll use it to take your head off!"

At this moment, the aura of the two of them climbed to the full, exaggerated to the extreme.

"Come again!"

Wang Bao snorted softly, and controlled the iron pipe with his right wrist to forcefully pick it up and hit Luo Tianhong's head again. The left and right ends of the iron pipe in his hand moved forward alternately, hitting down one after another, and the speed became faster and faster.

"Dangdangdang!"

Luo Tianhong immersed herself in it wholeheartedly, looking at the iron pipe that was chasing faster and faster in front of her, leaving afterimages, she frequently parried with her sword, and retreated step by step following Wang Bao's sharp attack.

next to.

The security personnel who were clapping their hands and applauding at first became quiet one by one at this moment, looking at Wang Bao who was pressing Luo Tianhong back step by step with a slight frown, he couldn't help but look at Ji Bu subconsciously.

Although they were not experts, they could tell from the situation that Luo Tianhong was definitely at a disadvantage.

They asked Ji Bu with their eyes if they wanted to shoot and shoot Wang Bao directly if necessary.

Ji Bu squinted his eyes, but didn't give them any instructions.

According to Luo Tianhong's habits, he would definitely not let them take action. If they shot to intervene, Luo Tianhong would definitely leave a knot in his heart.

and so.

Ji Bu didn't intend to intervene, it was up to him to decide.

"Clang clang clang!"

The confrontation between Luo Tianhong and Wang Bao became faster and faster, and during the loud and hasty confrontation, Luo Tianhong's tendency to retreat accelerated, while parrying Wang Bao's attack with his sword, he retreated quickly.

"Chong!"

After a crisp sound.

Luo Tianhong blocked Wang Bao's blow with his sword, but he had already pushed to a dead corner, with his back against the wall.

"Your Majesty!"

Wang Bao looked at Luo Tianhong, who was cornered into a corner, let out a loud cry, opened his squinted eyes suddenly, and jumped up on the spot holding the iron pipe with both hands, and swung the iron pipe high in his hand to hit Luo Tianhong's head.

If Luo Tianhong stabs Wang Bao with his sword at this time, there is only one ending for him, his head will be cracked.

"Grass!"

Luo Tianhong gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. With a flick of his right wrist, he controlled the blade to turn flat, while his left hand held the blade horizontally to block above his head.

"clang!"

The iron pipe had arrived, and it hit the Han sword heavily, causing Luo Tianhong's body to tremble. Under this heavy blow, the exquisite sword body deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ding"

There was a sharp flash in Wang Bao's eyes, looking at Luo Tianhong who was holding the sword guard, he grabbed the right wrist at the back end of the iron pipe and pushed forward forcefully, the iron pipe rubbed the sword body forward, and stabbed straight towards Luo Tianhong. head away.

Luo Tianhong reacted very quickly, and immediately turned his head to avoid it. The iron pipe hit the wall behind him heavily, and gravel flew around.

"rise!"

The blue bangs hanging on Luo Tianhong's forehead trembled, and the palm of his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword and lifted it upwards, trying to bounce off the iron pipe that was holding him down.

"Humph!"

Wang Bao snorted coldly, and held the iron pipe with both hands to forcefully press down on the blade of the Han sword. His weight already had an advantage, coupled with his powerful strength, he firmly suppressed Luo Tianhong's Han sword, making him unable to move. .

"can you?"

Wang Bao leaned forward, staring at Luo Tianhong firmly, the scar at the corner of his mouth seemed to add a bit of viciousness to him at this moment:

"You are not my opponent! If you continue to fight like this, you will be exhausted to death!"

"call"

Luo Tianhong was panting heavily, her eyes under the blue bangs hanging on her forehead were sharp, staring at Wang Bao firmly.

"Get up!"

Luo Tianhong yelled loudly, grasped the sword body with his left hand and broke it hard, the exquisite and thick sword body deformed again, and with the cooperation of his right hand, the sword body suddenly ejected, and the sword body rotated several times rapidly and swung out suddenly.

Faced with the whistling Han sword, Wang Bao had to withdraw the iron pipe to block in front of him, and the two sides changed positions again.

Before Luo Tianhong could stand firm, Wang Bao's attack followed. The iron pipe in his hand seemed to have a spirituality at this moment, and it was frequently hit under the control of Wang Bao's hands.

"Dangdangdang!"

After a few breaths of rapid moves and blocks, with a muffled sound of "Peng", the iron pipe hit Luo Tianhong's right arm holding the sword hard. The strong pain from the arm made Luo Tianhong loosen his palm, The sword almost dropped from his hand.

Kankan held the Han sword firmly and blocked again, but at this time he was already half a beat behind and couldn't keep up with Wang Bao's moves.

"clang!"

"Peng!"

"clang!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Luo Tianhong was able to block fewer and fewer times, and his left and right arms were completely passively beaten under the left and right blows of the iron pipe.

"Peng!"

The iron pipe followed Wang Bao's right hand in a wide arc and smashed towards Luo Tianhong's left arm. Luo Tianhong held the sword to block sideways, but the strength was already insufficient, and the whole person retreated under the blow.

"Death to me!"

Wang Bao let go of the iron pipe with his left hand, held the iron pipe with his right hand, and stabbed Luo Tianhong's throat straight.

Luo Tianhong took a few steps back again and again, and before he could stand still, he saw the iron pipe rapidly stabbing towards his throat, and subconsciously followed and stabbed Wang Bao's throat with the sword.

"Ah!"

Wang Bao sneered, looking at the Han sword that was stabbing rapidly, the corner of his mouth raised slightly and he didn't hide at all, the iron pipe in his hand also moved forward, straight to Luo Tianhong's throat.

It's not that Wang Bao is arrogant.

Because Luo Tianhong's eight-faced Han sword is only about 1.1 meters long, but the iron pipe in Wang Bao's hand is 1.3 meters long.

"Grass!"

"broken!"

The security guards looked at Luo Tianhong who stabbed Wang Bao decisively, and couldn't help exclaiming one by one:
"Brother Tianhong is impatient, his sword is very short!"

Yes.

They stood watching from the sidelines.

Both Wang Bao and Luo Tianhong stab forward at the same time, but the Eight-faced Han Sword is obviously much shorter than the iron pipe in Wang Bao's hand.

"stop!"

"rub!"

Under the control of the master, the iron pipe and the eight-faced Han sword thrust forward at the same time, and each emits a little sound unique to the material of the weapon.

"Um?!"

Ji Bu stood where he was, squinting at the two people who shot at the same time, Tong Kong shrank, resisting the urge to let the security guard shoot, and stared intently.

"Ah!"

The corners of Wang Bao's mouth were slightly raised, and the scar on his lips made his complacent face even more intense at this moment, and his expression was full of what must be won.

In his eyes, Luo Tianhong is already a dead person.

His iron pipe was longer than his eight-faced Han sword, so he must have stabbed Luo Tianhong to death first, and his Han sword could not touch him at all.

For a moment.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled sound, the slightly sharp steel pipe penetrated Luo Tianhong's skin.

"Tick!"

Blood dripped on the ground and splashed all around.

However, there was a slight deviation in the position.

"you"

Wang Bao was stunned for a moment, his body trembled, his eyes widened and he stared at Luo Tianhong opposite him.

in sight.

The iron pipe that was supposed to pierce Luo Tianhong's throat was suddenly caught by Luo Tianhong when it was about to pierce him.

Between lightning and flint, the palm of the hand changed the trajectory of the iron pipe and stabbed Luo Tianhong's shoulder.

Luo Tianhong held the iron pipe with his left hand, and his sword-holding right hand was empty. He squinted at Wang Bao opposite, and the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand disappeared.

around.

A group of security guards looked at the dramatic scene that suddenly appeared in front of them, each with a dull expression and slightly parted lips:
"This"

"This"

in sight.

Wang Bao maintained the posture of holding the iron pipe with his right hand and stabbing forward. The end of the iron pipe pierced Luo Tianhong's shoulder.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

The sound of blood dripping on the ground sounded, and as the blood flow increased, it turned into a series of "tick" sounds.

With the dripping of fresh blood, the cement floor under Wang Bao's feet was gradually dyed red and black, spreading to all sides.

On Wang Bao's chest, the Eight-Faced Han Sword pierced Wang Bao's suit jacket and stuck straight into his chest.

Fangcai.

In a short moment, Luo Tianhong suddenly exerted strength with his right hand, and the Eight-faced Han Sword that was originally aimed at Wang Bao was thrown out by him, and stabbed at Wang Bao.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the stabbing steel pipe, changing the stabbing trajectory of the steel pipe!
"you you."

Wang Bao stared wide-eyed, staring at Luo Tianhong in disbelief, his body functions were rapidly losing.

The eight-faced Han sword on the chest trembled with Wang Bao's body, and the red tassels hanging on the hilt trembled, drifting in the air, and a touch of red tassels stood out.

"what!"

Wang Bao roared loudly. Unable to accept the reality, he screamed and grabbed the iron pipe with all his strength and stabbed forward.

"Da da da!"

In the sound of heavy footsteps, the two quickly moved, Wang Bao moved forward and Luo Tianhong retreated, and then it was difficult to move.

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"impossible!"

Beads of sweat on Wang Bao's forehead densely oozed out of the skin, and fell down his cheeks, his whole face was pale:

"As a master swordsman, you dare to take the most important sword out of your control?!"

"Humph."

Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, the eyes behind the blue bangs stared at Wang Bao:

"Yes, in the eyes of us martial arts practitioners, weapons are the most important thing for us, but you underestimate me too much."

"Your thinking is too general. In your consciousness, you think that I am a swordsman, so I must be very concerned about the sword itself."

"The Eight-faced Han Sword is very strong, but what is even stronger is me, the master who controls it. The person who holds the sword is the root!"

"you!"

Wang Bao opened his mouth slightly, looked at Luo Tianhong in a daze, and muttered something in his mouth: "Lian Haolong taught you?!"

"Ah."

The corner of Luo Tianhong's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to look at Ji Bu: "A long time ago, I competed with Boss Ji. At that time, just like you, he used an iron pipe to subdue me."

When Ji Bu heard what Luo Tianhong said, he couldn't help laughing. At that time, what he said casually to Luo Tianhong, "one inch long and one inch strong" was just a casual mention, but Luo Tianhong had been struggling with this point all the time.

What's more, I didn't expect that today I would meet this sentence by accident at the last moment, and perhaps it was because of this that Luo Tianhong made an unexpected move at the last moment .

"He told me the truth that one inch is long and one inch is strong, and I have been thinking about how to break the situation of one inch long and one inch strong."

Luo Tianhong looked at Wang Bao who was standing in front again: "I think, I have found it today, what do you think? Wang Bao!"

"Hahaha"

When Wang Bao heard this, he suddenly realized that he raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger!"

He, Wang Bao, also lost on this principle.

At the last moment, with the absolute advantage that the iron pipe was much longer than the Eight-faced Han Sword, he felt that Luo Tianhong would die, so he took it lightly.

That's why at the last moment, he was stabbed by the eight-faced Han sword that came flying out of his hand suddenly.

It is also like this, so the current self will fall into the inferior.

"Pfft!"

Wang Bao raised his hand to grab the Eight-faced Han sword and drew it directly to his chest. With the eight-faced Han sword pulled out, a gust of blood spewed out again, and a cloud of blood drifted in the air.

"well!"

Holding the Eight-faced Han Sword, Wang Bao looked up and down the sword body, then threw it to Luo Tianhong, and fell down completely exhausted.

"clang!"

The iron pipe was heavily inserted into the ground, supporting Wang Bao, who was about to fall, to sit slumped on the ground, his head sank and he lost his breath.

A generation of Wang Bao, who used his good kung fu and a pair of fists to beat down the territory and become the boss, came to an end.

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