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Chapter 187 Unprecedented Pain

Yan Xiang was taken aback by Yan Youshu's speed and fierce attack.With the eyes bursting open, the body retreated sharply.However, Yan Youshu's palm is chasing Yan Xiang tightly as if chasing his soul.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Yan Xiang raised his palm to face Yan Youshu.With a bang, they each took a step back.Yan Xiang's face flushed slightly, but he was skillful but calm.

Slightly surprised Yanxiang glanced at Yan Youshu, Yan Youshu said with a faint smile, "Your inner strength is pretty good. You can catch my palm. I don't know if you can catch it in the future!"

After speaking, Yan Youshu attacked again, and kept patting Yan Xiang with both palms.Yan Xiang couldn't dodge in time, so he had to face Yan Youshu head-on with Hui Zhang.After a round of fighting, Yan Xiang blushed more and more blood dripped, and the blood in his heart kept churning.The whirring legend kept pumping his chest.

Speaking of Youshu, he only took a few breaths.It seems that although Yanxiang's internal energy is strong, but he can't use it, there is still a considerable gap in strength between him and the art of speech.

Yan Xiang knew in his heart that he would lose without a doubt.But what can be done.The three battles just now have made him very tired.Now he has to deal with a very powerful descendant of Maoshan, and the gods probably don't have this ability.Yan Xiang was so anxious, could he just surrender?

No, he said before that he would definitely win.And this is a crucial step to defeat Zhou Nantian, in order to help Mulong regain his position, he must hold on!

Without stopping, Yan Youshu launched another round of offensive, his palms kept changing, and slapped Yanxiang like a violent storm.Yan Xiang was sweating profusely, and kept waving his palms to resist.

Suddenly, Yan Youshu retracted his palms, then took a deep breath, slapped out his palms, and shouted loudly, "Boy, go to hell!"

Yan Xiang hurriedly raised his palms to resist.However, these two palms of Yan Youshu are more powerful than the combined power of the previous ten palms.When the four palms touched, Yan Xiang retreated four or five meters.He bent over and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of residual blood, his face was flushed, his eyes were red, and he couldn't stand up.

Yan Youshu walked slowly in front of Yan Xiang, raised his palm, and pointed it at Yan Xiang's head.A cruel smile appeared on his face, "Against me, you are not qualified yet!"

Then the palm falls.Yan Youshu could already see Yan Xiang collapsed at his feet, and couldn't help feeling proud.So what if there are descendants of Shushan to protect them?In the end, it's not about dying in Lao Tzu's hands.Who said Lao Tzu was an abandoned disciple of Maoshan?Would Maoshan's abandoned disciples be so powerful?

"Ah, I think it's you who died." Yan Xiang, who was bent over, suddenly punched out the punch hidden in his waist.The ferocity of the momentum made Yan Youshu pale with shock.

He could feel the strength contained in Yan Xiang's punch.It is several times stronger than before.How could Yan Xiang suddenly explode into such a strong offensive?

Yan Youshu hurriedly withdrew his palm that was slapping Yan Xiang's head, resisting Yan Xiang's punch.Although he took precautions in time, he was too slow to close his hands and did not gather enough energy, so in terms of internal strength, he could not compare with Yan Xiang's fist that had been deliberately condensed for a long time.With one punch, the incomparable Yan Youshu, who had the upper hand just now, was thrown a few meters away.

However, Yanxiang did not stop.After retreating with a punch, he quickly caught up.He punched Yan Youshu again, Yan Youshu had no luck in time, and was beaten back again and again.Yan Xiang took advantage of the victory and pursued, constantly punching and attacking Yan Youshu.The situation just now was reversed.

Yan Youshu was beaten back and forth, he was already leaning against the ring rope, and had no way to retreat.Facing Yan Xiang's attack in one go, he didn't have time to use his kung fu to resist.Feeling more and more oppressed and aggrieved in his chest, he finally opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Yanxiang did not stop because of this.Because he knew that as long as he stopped, he would have no chance.So he had to beat Yan Youshu to the ground!

"噗..." Yan Youshu, who was cornered and unable to fight back, suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist.The horizontal sword cut Yanxiang's lower abdomen.The sharp software instantly cut a wound on Yanxiang's stomach, and blood gushed out.Yan Xiang was in pain, and Yan Youshu was still holding a sword in his hand, so he hurriedly took a step back.

The audience was in an uproar.No one could have imagined that there would be such a reversal of the situation.No one thought that Yan Youshu would hide the long sword on his waist, no one could see it before.But that seems like a foul, right?

Yan Youshu gained momentum with one move, and stabbed Yan Xiang between the eyebrows with his sword.Yan Xiang was shocked, and stepped back again and again.

"Bang..." At this moment, loud gunshots resounded throughout the audience.The bullet hit Yan Youshu's thigh, Yan Youshu's feet went limp, and he half-kneeled on the ground, unable to chase Yan Xiang any more.He could only turn his head angrily, looking for the person who shot him coldly.

I saw a man on the judging panel blowing on the smoking gun barrel, and said flatly, "You really think that we judges are just a show? No one dares to foul in front of us." Then he pointed at Yan Youshu and said, "You, disqualify !"

Yan Xiang really wanted to yell at the idiot.Those fouls just now did not shoot.Now everyone has drawn their swords, and only after they cut him did they know how to shoot.This might be a bit of an afterthought.Still fucking pretending?I rubbed, beat my chest and pounded the ground, but I couldn't vent the resentment in Yanxiang's heart.

Zhou Nantian came to the side of the stage and shouted at Yan Youshu, "What the hell did you do? You are talking about Maoshan masters, who can't even beat people. Finally, you have a weapon. You don't want to be ashamed!"

Yan Youshu didn't explain it, he snorted coldly, and limped down with his sword in hand.

The audience was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.No one expected that there would be so many variables in today's game.Yanxiang's reversal, the appearance of the ogre, the skillful words and swords, and the judges' shooting.The surprises come one after another, making people overwhelmed.

Yan Xiang clutched the wound on his stomach, panting heavily.Feng Huaji asked Yanxiang concerned, "Are you okay? Is it okay?"

Although it is caring.But Yanxiang couldn't see the slightest worry and concern in Feng Huaji's eyes.This kid was afraid that Yanxiang would die in the first place if he helped him win.This way he doesn't have to deal with Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang glanced at Feng Huaji lightly and said, "Do you think I'm fine?"

Feng Huaji said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor to help you treat the wound. You last one more round and beat another opponent. Then you can rest. According to the rules, as long as you defeat five opponents, you can rest for one Hours. Then see who wins the most games, whoever is the champion. We will win!"

Feng Huaji's eyes shone with excitement.It can be seen that this kid cares more about winning or losing than about Yanxiang's injury.But it's only natural for someone as insidious and cunning as Feng Huaji to have such thoughts.Yan Xiang was full of anger, but he would not vent his anger on Feng Huaji.

A small leak will sink a great ship!

Tolerate!

Yanxiang took a deep breath, calmed down the boiling anger in his stomach, and smiled at Feng Huaji, "Okay, I will last one more game, please hurry up and find a doctor to help me treat the wound. Otherwise, if I have You can't win the game if there are three longs and two shorts."

"Okay, okay, find a doctor right away." Feng Huaji turned around with a smile on his face and left.

After a while, two doctors came onto the field carrying medicine boxes.Both of them looked at Yanxiang in horror.After all, they just witnessed the whole process of Yanxiang's competition.Even if one person fights against five opponents.All of them are perverts.Especially the ogre, even thinking about it makes people feel chills.

Yanxiang showed a pleasant smile to the two doctors and said, "Am I that scary? I was injured, please help me treat the wound quickly, please?"

"Okay, okay." The two doctors said yes again and again.He opened the medicine box, and asked Yan Xiang, "Do you want to give you an anesthetic first?"

Anesthesia is used to reduce the pain of Yanxiang's wound.However, Yanxiang's body will definitely be affected after being injected with anesthetics.Who knows how perverted the next opponent will be in a while.So after weighing it before and after, Yanxiang still refused to take the anesthetic.He must keep his head clear in order to fight against the enemy.

The two took out the tweezers, alcohol and cotton, and said to Yanxiang, "Then you have to be patient. It will hurt to treat the wound later!"

Yan Xiang gritted his teeth and tore off the clothes on his stomach, and said, "Don't be mother-in-law, come on. In ancient times, Guan Yunchang scraped the bones to cure poison, and today I, Yan Xiang, will treat injuries without anesthesia."

Yan Xiang said it with pride.Both doctors were overwhelmed by Yanxiang's courage.Some female audiences on the field also looked at Yanxiang with admiration.

This is the real man!

Of course, Yan Xiang was terrified!Very scared!

He doesn't have the guts of Guan Yunchang.Besides, he can at least play Go to distract his attention, but now he can only heal his injuries in full view, so there is no way to distract him.However, he was swearing in his heart that after this incident, he would return ten times the wounds on his body to Zhou Nantian and Feng Huaji.These two sluts can't dispel his anger if they don't die.

The doctor first wiped away the blood on Yanxiang's wound with cotton.Yan Xiang's wound was already a little numb, but he didn't feel any pain.Then he dipped in alcohol and helped Yanxiang wash the wound.Now it hurts.Yan Xiang gasped suddenly, almost rolled his eyes and passed out.

It would be great if he could pass out, after all, this piercing pain is really beyond what the human body can bear.Yan Xiang gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.Suffering unprecedented pain.But this is just the beginning, more painful things are yet to come.

The doctor took out a long and sterilized silver needle from the medicine box.Seeing Yan Xiang, Yan Xiang almost died.With trembling lips, he asked, "Doctor? Can I not have stitches?"

After washing the wound with alcohol, Yanxiang barely endured it.But if it was stitched with a needle, he might really faint.No anesthesia stitches, who tried?Are you fucking kidding me?Only then did Yan Xiang discover that the most ruthless person in the world is not an enemy, but a doctor.Whether you die or not, I will still kill you!