The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"What a terrifying murderous aura..."

"Which great power is this?"

"I know him, Hong Shu, the holy son of the Demon Sect... is the murderous demon Hong Shu who killed four martial arts families in one night..."

"It's him? How dare he appear here? I heard that Li Shaobai has been looking for him. Isn't he afraid of being killed by Li Shaobai?"

……

The discussions of the warriors below fell into Hong Shu's ears, making the evil spirit around him even stronger.

Li Shaobai?
Today he wants to let the world see whether he killed Li Shaobai or Li Shaobai killed him!
"Who is No. 36? Hurry up and get me!"

Hong Shu waited for a while, but found that his opponent hadn't shown up for a long time, so he couldn't help roaring angrily.

"Hey? Who is number 36 here? He was on stage before..."

"I also have a little impression, but suddenly I can't remember it!"

"It seems to be the master of the Wuying Gate in Guangdong Province..."

……

"I, I admit defeat!"

Among the crowd, a short, middle-aged man with a beard stood up and directly surrendered.

Hong Shu's vicious reputation spread far and wide, so he didn't dare to go on stage.

"Huh? Admit defeat?"

Hong Shu's eyes darkened, and he stomped on his feet, and the arena made of fine iron made a dull explosion, and he rose into the air, like a preying goshawk, pounced on the middle-aged man in the air.

The evil spirit is overwhelming.

"What does he want to do?"

Everyone was staring at Hong Shu in mid-air, not knowing why.

It wasn't until Hong Shu's five fingers grabbed the middle-aged man's head that everyone woke up.

"Bold, what do you want to do?"

"Hong Shu, he has already surrendered, are you trying to violate the rules?"

"Stop! You devil..."

Seeing this scene, several prefecture-level masters stood up one after another, pointed at Hong Shu and shouted angrily.

Although they were a little afraid of Hong Shu's fierce power, at this moment, they had to stand up.

No matter what, this momentum cannot be weak!

"Heh...you talk to me about the rules? Are you compatible?"

Hong Shu glanced coldly at those earth-level masters, not paying attention to these people at all.

He's just a chicken and a dog, but he dares to slander in front of him?
"I, I have already surrendered, you, what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man controlled by Hong Shu turned pale with fright and his legs went limp.

"What are you doing? Without Lao Tzu's permission, who told you to admit defeat? Huh?" Hong Shu snorted coldly, exerted a little force with his five fingers, and the middle-aged man immediately cried out in pain, "Ah... forgive me... save, save me ..."

His head was deformed by Hong Shu.

The facial features are distorted and hideous.

"Yes, just shouting for help like this, I want to see, who dares to save you?" Hong Shu looked up at Li Shaobai's private room with a murderous look on his face.

His intention was obvious, to provoke Li Shaobai!

The eyes of other people are also looking at the third floor.

Under such circumstances, only Li Shaobai can make a move to break the situation.

Whoosh!
A sharp piercing sound suddenly resounded.

A flash of sword light pierced through a side of glass, wrapped in thunderous murderous intent, and slashed towards Hong Shu.

At the same time, a white shadow directly smashed into the glass, followed closely behind.

The sword light is like a rainbow, and it arrives in an instant.

The fierce and terrifying killing intent locked on Hong Shu.

Hong Shu felt cold all over his body, and a crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

If he doesn't let go of the middle-aged man, he will definitely be seriously injured by this sword.

Li Shaobai's strength was somewhat stronger than he imagined.

But so what?
Hong Shu's eyes were bloodshot, he let out a low growl, and directly lifted the middle-aged man in front of him as a shield.

He didn't believe that Li Shaobai dared to kill this middle-aged man.

"Ah ah ah..."

The middle-aged man was the first to bear the brunt, feeling the terrifying sword energy, screaming in fright.

Swish!
Jian Guang paused suddenly, folded strangely, and brushed past the middle-aged man's ear, leaving a tiny bloodstain, and continued to cut towards Hong Shu behind him.

"Ok?"

Li Shaobai's mastery of sword energy has reached a subtle level, which Hong Shu never expected.

In desperation, he had no choice but to abandon the middle-aged man and retreat violently!

Missed opportunity!

chi chi...

After Jian Guang forced Hong Shu back, he did not continue to pursue, but turned around and fell into the hands of Li Shaobai who was behind him.

There are many people around here, and there are many ordinary people.

Li Shaobai was worried about accidental injury, so he recalled the sword in time.

His original intention was not to kill Hong Shu, but to save people. The purpose has been achieved, and it is not unreasonable to let Hong Shu go for the time being.

woohoo...

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his face was as pale as paper, and he was still in a state of panic.

He really thought he was dead just now.

"Li Shaobai!"

Hong Shu stood not far away, with a fierce look in his eyes, glaring fiercely at Li Shaobai who was dressed in white, gnashing his teeth angrily.

The hostage in his hand was rescued, and he was forced to retreat several meters.

In this first confrontation, he was defeated and lost all face.

Hong Shu's anger was hard to calm down, and his killing intent towards Li Shaobai became even stronger.

Li Shaobai looked at Hong Shu indifferently, and said coldly: "No rules, no rules. If you want to continue participating in this game, then follow the rules of the game. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"You... Li Shaobai, you have the guts to fight me on stage!"

Hong Shu roared angrily.

Li Shaobai just glanced at the other party indifferently: "Okay, as long as you can survive to the end, you are qualified to fight with me!"

Li Shaobai's words reveal a strong arrogance and self-confidence.

"Hmph! Just wait, I will blow your head off in front of everyone in the ring!"

Hong Shu left a ruthless sentence, then jumped into the air and returned to the private room on the second floor.

Li Shaobai also returned to the private room.

With the support of the black-clothed guards, the middle-aged man went to the infirmary of the cruise ship for treatment. Although he recovered his life, he also suffered some trauma to his head and needed to be dealt with.

"Did you see it just now? Hong Shu's face turned black... He provoked Li Shaobai, but he was slapped in the face. It's really satisfying..."

"Heh...he still wants to challenge Li Shaobai, I really don't know who gave him the courage..."

"You can also believe what he said, it's just a scene...he is not Li Shaobai's opponent at all!"

"According to me, I should have killed that devil's bastard just now..."

……

The warriors in the lobby sat back on their chairs, discussing excitedly one by one.

Hong Shu on the second floor was trembling with anger when he heard the voice below.

He is not as good as that little boy?
Alright, I'll show you trash later, how I abused that little boy!

Hong Shu clenched his fists tightly, his blood-red eyes filled with evil spirits.

A corner of the lobby.

Yang Qingzi squatted on the stool with a look of watching the excitement on his face.

He didn't expect that lunatic Hong Shu to come.

Li Shaobai's narcissistic guy was also there, and the two of them even had a fight...

This is really an interesting thing.

"No. 45, No. 189..."

At this time, the cheongsam beauty read out a set of numbers again.

Is it the 45th again?
Hong Shu stood by the cracked window, looking down at the nearly 189 spectators in the lobby, and shouted loudly, "Who is No. [-]?"

No one answered.

"Hmph, another eggless thing."

Hong Shu snorted coldly, scorned him unceremoniously, and sat back down again.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Hong Shu finished speaking, a figure landed directly on the ring. It was a classical woman in a purple gauze dress and carrying a long sword.

The woman has a beautiful appearance and a cold temperament, like a fairy in the moon.

"Emei Qin Ruozhi, please advise."

The woman raised her head slightly, cupped her hands towards Hong Shu on the second floor, and said in a cold voice.