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Chapter 117 The Contest Begins(2/2)

It's really a bit uncomfortable to be so ferocious.

However, Sun Qingwei was not a freeloader. He took a step back suddenly, then turned around and unleashed a powerful move of blocking and beating.

The fist is like a sledgehammer, and the movement of the arms is like dancing a thousand-jin sledgehammer.

Tai Chi is the softest when practiced and the strongest when struck.

Ye Shen sneered, suddenly leaned forward, and his hands turned into eagle claws and grabbed at both sides of Sun Qingwei's thighs.

Sun Qingwei's punch missed, and his fists immediately turned into grasping hands and moved downward to grab Ye Shen's ribs.

At this moment, Ye Shen's hind legs suddenly moved like a rabbit kicking an eagle, his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, and his head slammed into Sun Qingwei's abdomen.

Sun Qingwei never expected that Ye Shen's change would be so strange. He was caught off guard and was hit immediately.

The whole person was knocked out with a bang, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Roar! At this moment, Ye Shen suddenly rushed up again, and stepped hard on Sun Qingwei's wrists with his feet like horseshoes.

Crack, the bones shattered.

Sun Qingwei screamed in pain.

Not only that, Ye Shen suddenly stepped on Sun Qingwei's heart. Sun Qingwei shot out a bloody arrow and died on the spot.

The whole process takes no more than three seconds.

Three seconds later, Sun Qingwei died tragically.

The whole place was silent.

But it's more of a suppressed anger.

Because Ye Shen is too cruel.

Originally, this martial arts golden sword competition was a matter of life and death. During the fight, everything changed rapidly, and no one could hold back. But Sun Qingwei was obviously defeated and was knocked out. At this time, Ye Shen had already won, and he was completely helpless.
Chapter completed!
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