Godly Dragon Guard

"Ghost face, kill this kid!"

"Yes, kill him!"

"kill him!"

All the audience in the audience was yelling, many people lost a lot of money because of Shen Lang, and now they naturally hate Shen Lang very much.

Now that Guimian is here, the audience can't wait for Guimian to kill Shen Lang immediately, as if avenging them for losing money.

Shen Lang glanced at these clamoring audiences with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. This society has fallen to this point. The so-called upper-class people don't take human life seriously for temporary excitement.

Perhaps they themselves are very self-sufficient and think they are spending money to watch, these fighters should satisfy their bloodthirsty desires. hope.

The strength of this ghost face should be considered the best among the four-star masters. Seeing the head of the ghost face hit, Shen Lang let out a cold snort, split a stone palm, and patted the head of the ghost face fiercely like lightning.

Guimian felt a strong wind coming from Shen Lang's palm. Instead of panicking, he grinned and slammed into Shen Lang's chest heavily.

"Iron head! Iron head!"

"Ghost face, hit him to death with an iron head!"

The audience screamed, this is the killer of the ghost face, iron head!

The forehead of the ghost face is harder than a stone, and it is this head attack called the iron head that has killed many people. Much more powerful than a fist!

Guimian's head slammed into Shen Lang's chest, and a brutal smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He felt that even if he couldn't hit this kid, he would have to be seriously injured.

At the next moment, Shen Lang slapped the shiny head of the ghost with a heavy palm.

"Boom!"

There was a heavy muffled noise.

Guimian just felt like a boulder hit his head, abruptly blocking all the strength of his head, his body stepped back for several steps to stabilize, and his head was a little dizzy.

Shen Lang slapped his lips. This guy is hard enough. It is estimated that he has practiced the low-level technique of iron head technique that is both internal and external.

Replaced by ordinary people, Shen Lang's palm has already smashed people's heads.

The hell-faced blow didn't work, instead he stepped back several steps, and the audience was silent. This was the first time the ghost face's iron head could not knock people down.

The face of the ghost changed drastically, and he quickly awoke his head, staring at Shen Lang in front of him, his playful expression disappeared completely, and he changed to a solemn color.

This kid is not easy!

There was a commotion in the audience, and someone at the scene couldn't help yelling: "Ghost face, kill him!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly and rushed up as soon as he stepped on it.

Lifting his right foot, a snake whip leg slammed toward the ghost face.

"Huh!"

Accompanied by a whistling air blast on one leg, the speed was so fast that the audience at the scene was even a little dazzled.

Gui Mian was shocked. He didn't expect Shen Lang to be so fast that his body could not react.

In desperation, Guimian had to put up his arms to block.

With a muffled sound of "boom", a powerful force struck, and Guimian felt that his arms even lost consciousness, and his body fell involuntarily.

Shen Lang leaned against him, and slammed a stone palm on the chest of Guimian.

"Puff!" Guimian spouted a large mouthful of blood.

Shen Lang quickly connected his left leg and swept again, hitting the chest of the ghost face again.

The face of the ghost face was extremely distorted, and the breastbone had been shattered, and it was obviously sunken in, spurting blood, his body flew seven or eight meters away, and it hit the metal fence heavily.

He fell to the ground with a "plop".

The shouts of the audience gradually disappeared, and everyone stared at the ring.

In the VIP room, Wan Tianpeng and Zhou Kuang stared at the ring attentively, shocked in their hearts.

"Spreading stone palms, breaking jade claws, and tan legs! Damn, this kid is so good at outside." Wan Tianpeng cursed.

Zhou Kuang rolled his eyes, the blood killer ranked seventh in the blood diamond list, can it be amazing? This kid can reach this level without internal strength. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying level can this blood kill restore internal strength?

Just now he and Shen Lang fought, this kid definitely has some reservations! Zhou Kuang gave birth to a trace of fear.

Can't let this dangerous kid walk off the ring alive!

On the ring, the ghost face fell to the ground, motionless, blood spilled from his mouth, nose, and ears, as if he had already hung up.

Amidst the yelling of the crowd, the host leaned over the metal cage and looked at it for a while, then stood up and said in horror: "Ghost...Ghost face is dead..."

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help swallowing.

Three tricks! Just three strokes, the ghost face was killed?

Ghost face, the last championship, was beaten to death by a kid with three strokes?

It's not that the ghost face ability is not good, but that this man named Shen Lang is too powerful, and the speed and strength that he displayed is obvious to all.

It is incredible that this is the power that humans can have!

"It's wonderful! It turns out that Shen Lang is a master of this level! Such a violent style of play is unheard of! The most exciting match I have ever seen!" The host held the microphone in his hand, and his voice was a little trembling.

There was a commotion in the audience.

After a while, the fat man's voice came from the audience.

The fat man took off his clothes, stood on the chair, waved his shirt frantically, and yelled, "Shen Lang! Sure! Shen Lang! Sure!"

Fatty was so excited that he couldn't help himself, only two, and Shen Lang won him 15 million!

Many audience members also stood up, cheering and screaming.

Although most people lose money, it is worth the money to see such a wonderful game!

"Shen Lang! Shen Lang! Shen Lang!"

The audience was excited, and various screams came.

"Everyone no longer doubts about fake punching in this scene?" The host smiled.

There was no objection off the court, Shen Lang had already proved him with his strength that he could beat Guimian alive with three moves. This man was simply too powerful! And one kick can lift a person seven or eight meters away, how much strength does it take to do this?

"Our Shen Lang player will continue to wait for the challenge in the arena. Please cheer for this strong man!" the host said loudly.

There was another roar of excitement in the audience.

In the VIP room, Zhou Kuang said to a Ma Zai: "Go and change the odds for Shen Lang, and make it 1 to 1.2! Get his opponent's odds up."

"Brother Mad, you may have to lose a lot of money in the next few games."

"It's okay, if you want to make a lot of money, you have to pay a little bit!" Zhou Kuang chuckled and said, "Make the odds of Shen Lang's opponent more than ten, these greedy guys will definitely want to fight it, and I will pay. Can't lose much!"

The ring battle continued, and a new fighter came up in the third match.

The audience had already seen Shen Lang's skills, and almost all of them sold Shen Lang to win. The rookie boxer opened a one-to-ten odds, but still not many people bought it, and it was bought for about half a million.

There are always some guys who imagine that they can take advantage of the same fat as the previous fat guy, and think that this newcomer can bring them some surprises.

The result was obvious. The rookie fighter was slapped to death by Shen Lang in less than three seconds and won without pressure.

In the first twelve games, the opponents Zhou Kuang arranged for Shen Lang were relatively weak, but the level was slowly improving. The audience almost always bought Shen Lang to win.

Zhou Kuang regretted it a little bit. Shen Lang was so **** that he had to beat his boxers to death almost every game, causing him to lose a lot of boxers.