The sunset is reflected in the sky, which is very beautiful.

After some rest, the highly anticipated fourth round kicked off.

The fourth round can also be said to be the last round, because this round can directly select the last three lottery masters.

This competition was originally intended to win the lottery, not to completely distinguish among the warriors. There are three lottery titles in the Huajin competition, and each of them was awarded one in the end.

Therefore, there has never been a formal ranking in the last round, only the top three.

Still drawing lots.

Only the last six places were left, and this time, the notary simply disclosed the target of the battle.

Mo Rusheng faced the leader of Japan, Su Qingwei.

Han Longtou Hu Jun vs. South Asia’s leader.

Song Yue'er is against the elder of the Korean branch.

The field has begun to build momentum for this last round, with drums and aura becoming more and more solemn. Compared with the previous riots, the noise on the field has gradually subsided.

Mo Rusheng restrained his expression. Such a fighting order and the fighting targets were not fair or not. At least it was not too bad for their clubs, and he did not let his own people fight with his own people.

But it was not the best choice. After all, he was facing Su Qingwei, the leader of the Japanese country who was comparable to his strength.

Song Yueer from her own branch also faces the elder of the Korean branch who is comparable to her power on the surface, and even the other party is stronger.

Only Han Longtou Hu Jun, who was not surprised, got a bargain. Everyone knows that the South Asian leader should not be his opponent.

I have reached this point and I have to work hard. No matter how much I think, it will only make me feel uneasy.

Mo Rusheng and Su Qingwei came to the venue at the same time. The two looked at each other calmly, simply bowed their hands, and spread their bodies almost at the same time.

Since your strength is equal, you will no longer hide your weakness. Anyway, it is the last game. All the so-called tactical battles, and all the tricks and tests are eliminated.

The first fight with "pa" was the ultimate speed, as if it exploded in everyone's ears. Neither side took advantage of it, and each took two steps back.

Although the leader of Japan has experienced several rounds of competition, his opponents he met are not too strong. Mo Rusheng is the same. The two have almost no big differences in their state at this time.

Continuing, the two afterimages collided several times in the field at a speed that ordinary people could not observe, and the sounds seemed to hit everyone's heart.

At this time, whether it was the branches in the audience or the headquarter leaders led by Situ Shaoyuan, they all held their breath and stared at the venue without blinking. Zhou Yang, including him, was also focused, and the two of them were transformed into strength.

In the late stage, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a warrior competition that is at its peak, and it is still very worth watching.

The two people on the field are currently worthy of being one of the strongest powers in the Hongmen Association except for the Divine Realm.

The energy on the field was unrestrained, and no one was retained. Mo Rusheng and Su Qingwei, who were fully capable, seemed to have fired a real fire. The speed was three points higher than the beginning. Except for a few people present, no one else could watch it.

Clear their real tricks.

Every move can be interpreted with perfection!

Zhou Yang looked at the battle silently, and even imagined that he would sometimes substitute him into Mo Rusheng and sometimes into Su Qingwei to see how he could resolve the opponent's moves or how to make moves if he was one of them.

After a long time, Zhou Yang sighed in his heart that if he were any of them, he would never be able to achieve this level. It can also be said that if his realm was similar to that of the two people in the field, he might have been defeated.

The brave ones won the battle until five minutes, and the two of them did not decrease in speed. They fought each other with each other, and no one could get the advantage. The two masters of the divine realm on the sidelines did not dare to be careless, with the current ones

If you are not careful, you may cause a disaster.

Anyone who loses it will be a huge loss to the Hongmen Society.

Five minutes later, the sunset in the sky was so red that it could almost drip blood. The two people in the field could no longer remember how many times they fought, and their speed finally slowed down.

With a crisp "pop", the two of them separated and gasped. Don't underestimate the ten minutes before and after. The unreserved fighting left the two almost exhausted and their limbs numb.

The cement-filled ground has already been full of cracks.

"Old Gui Su... It would be boring to continue like this... It would be better for you and me to use another move with all their might... Whoever can stand will win... How do you stay..." Mo Rusheng, whose face turned pale, was so angry that he was out of breath

road.

"Come..." Su Qingwei nodded in agreement with his waist.

"Huh!" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Rusheng was out of the sheath of a sword and rushed forward. Su Qingwei on the opposite side also turned his body and used his full force to use a move.

The moves of the two were different. Mo Rusheng's hands alternated with his fists and palms, and no one could see whether he was using the boxing technique or the palm technique.

However, Su Qingwei made a real cannon fist, and with the twisting force of his body, the burning smell seemed to be smelled in the air. If a punch that infuses all over his body hits any warrior, he will be disabled even if he is not dead.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two loud noises in succession. Among everyone present, except for a few masters of the divine realm, perhaps Zhou Yang and the Taoist could see clearly what was going on.

"Old Mo is too cruel to me..." Zhou Yang shook his head and sighed. With his realm, he naturally understood what was happening in the field.

Mo Rusheng did have interchangeable fists and palms. In this way, compared with Su Qingwei's one-handed cannon fist, he definitely has no advantage in strength, but his only advantage lies in flexibility.

The moment before, Su Qingwei's right-hand cannon fist was about to hit Mo Rusheng's chest, but was forced to hold it down by Mo Rusheng's left palm. However, the disparity in strength caused Mo Rusheng to dislocate his entire left arm at that moment, so

Forgetting most of Su Qingwei's strength.

Then he clenched his right fist and slammed Su Qingwei's left chest!

That's why there were two loud noises in the field!

In an instant, the faint smoke dissipated, and Su Qing was tilted, covering her chest and half-kneeling on the ground, "tick" and "tick" blood kept dripping along the corner of her mouth.

Anyone can see that Su Qingwei was seriously injured at this time.

But Mo Rusheng stood with his drooping left arm, his face as pale as paper, his breath was unstable, and his condition was also extremely poor.

"Old Gui Su...he...you lost...hiss..." Mo Rusheng said slowly while sucking in the cold air, revealing a sense of pride in his words.

After all, he was still standing!

"Wow!" After a long time, there were a burst of surprises in the field. Who would have thought that Mo Rusheng would win the battle with such an injury-changing style!

Su Qingwei wanted to say something, but the suffocation in his chest made him unable to speak at all. He could only stare at the place and was then helped down for treatment. Such internal injuries were quite serious.

The sound of the moon wins!

Finally, he won another lottery, but it was a bit expensive, but it was worth it! The two elders of his own branch quickly stepped forward and helped Mo Rusheng down.

Fortunately, Mo Rusheng tried hard, but only his left arm was dislocated and his body was destrengthed, so he would not have had too much internal injuries. With the help of the two elders, he took his arm back. As long as he cultivated himself well, he should

Nothing bad!

"Haha, old man, you really dare, and you are not afraid of giving here." Situ Shao Yuan said loudly with appreciation.

"Hey... what are you afraid of... so arrogant that you are so scared that you are afraid of being desperate... so that Mr. Yuan laughed..." Even though he was exhausted, Mo Rusheng still teased, meaning that Su Qingwei, the leader of the Japanese, was stunned.

"Hahahahahaha..." It caused bursts of laughter in an instant.
Chapter completed!