Chapter 1217 Who will lose and who will win?

Whoosh!

Daika suddenly rushed out of the shadow, holding a sickle in his hand and slashed towards Xiong Da's right arm!

"ah?"

Xiong Da hurriedly raised the axe to block the sickle, but the speed was obviously half a beat slower. Seeing that the blood-colored sickle was about to cut off Xiong Da's right hand, Xiong Da hurriedly threw the axe away.

He simply did not do it until he was done, and a handful of silver needle flew out and stabbed Xiong Da directly.

In an instant, the silver needles in the sky surrounded the big bear in the middle like a hedgehog.

Xiong Da hurriedly swung his axe with his left hand, and the axe danced like a windmill, blocking the attack of the silver needle and protecting his three-way upper, middle and lower routes.

Puff!

A silver needle directly stabbed Xiong Da’s thigh!

"Ah..." Xiong Da shouted softly, and then his right leg could not move as if it was filled with lead.

"The silver needle is poisonous!"

Xiong Da just shouted, but he could only hear him!

Xiong Da was hit by three injections, and Xiong Da's movements became slower and slower, and his physical strength gradually became weaker.

The senior sister curled her lips and said:

"I just said, he is not good at all! It's far worse than my master!"

"When my master was defeated and brought a hat, he only used 123 moves!"

"Xiong Da is over, I'm dead. Ye Chen, you have no support now."

"You are different from me. After all, I am the chief disciple of my master. He just talks with his hat and doesn't dare to kill me. Otherwise, my master would write him in his notebook, and he wouldn't be able to stand it."

"You see, I said that, I didn't dare to refute me with a hat."

He dared not be distracted by taking a hat because he had to deal with it first, and Xiong Da would fight Ye Chen later.

So he had to beware of Ye Chen's sudden cold moves, so he had no time and energy to argue with his senior sister.

He took the hat to fight quickly. He stomped his feet and thunderously thunderously. His right fist hit Xiong Da's chest like a storm.

The sound of wind brought by the fist and hand shaves down all the bamboos next to it!

"It's over, he's dead."

The eldest sister shook her head and said:

"This move is called Vajra Fist. No one can resolve it except my master. Xiong Da is dead."

"I can't die!"

Ye Chen jumped out, and in an instant, he reached the middle of the two and stretched out his hand:

Bang!

The right hand directly wrapped the fist with the hat!

The war came to an abrupt end!

Quiet, quiet like death.

The needle can be heard.

"ah?"

The senior sister rubbed her eyes and felt incredible!

Then the elder sister said urgently:

"Relax quickly! Let go!"

The senior sister sat on the ground and slapped the ground and said:

"He has practiced the iron sand palm, and you have suffered internal injuries!"

"You can't feel it at all! Let go!"

The senior sister showed her profound knowledge level and clapped her hands and stomped her feet to remind Ye Chen.

When Han Xiangjun saw this, he was extremely worried and said loudly: "Ye Chen, be careful!"

"I really practiced the iron sand palm. When he fought with my master, I could see clearly from the side. My master didn't dare to fight him directly."

The senior sister tilted her mouth and said, "Don't you let go yet?"

Do you want your arms?"

Bang!

Ye Chen pressed his wrist down, and then he twisted his right arm with the hat into a twisted shape!

"Damn!"

The eldest sister shouted with her neck tilted:

"Wear a hat, when did you practice the trick?

The flexibility of your arm is so good that it can be twisted into tricks!”

At this time, his face turned red and a severe pain came from his arm.

"Stop and stop!"

The elder sister shouted with a pause gesture:

"You two have a fair duel. I will be the referee. You are not allowed to use hidden weapons with your hat."

After the senior sister finished speaking, she said to Ye Chen: "I have already won you a chance. You can take this opportunity to express your last words."

Ye Chen let go of his hand, and the hat was relieved. He looked at Ye Chen and said:

"As the senior sister said, if it weren't for your sneak attack just now, you would have died long ago."

"I have decided now to fight you for 300 rounds and never stop until death."

Ye Chen said lightly: "300 rounds?

I can defeat you in just three moves.”

Puff!

Biaoli laughed and said with a sniffle. Although he was snatched by Ye Chen just now, he did not think he would lose to Ye Chen within three moves.

So he said, "Boy, how about we bet?"

If you can't defeat me within three moves, then do you dare to make a bet if you want to send Han Xiangjun directly to Long Shao's bed?"

I felt that Ye Chen was not as weak as I imagined, and he also liked to show off.

So I decided to take advantage of Ye Chen's impulse to win the bet.

He felt that there should be no problem in confronting Ye Chen with dozens of moves.

Han Xiangjun looked at Ye Chen with a pale face. She felt that such a bet was simply a shame for her.

She felt that Ye Chen would not agree.

After all, people have mistakes and horses have mistakes. When a master fights, no one can always win, especially the proud.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen said without hesitation: "Okay!"

"But, since it's a bet, it's fair. If you lose, you have to agree to me three conditions."

"First, tell me where Long Aotian is now?"

"Second, tell me the defense configuration of the third underground floor of the Champs Elysees cruise ship, including how many masters there are, what names are, what mechanisms are there, and how they are broken."

"Third," Ye Chen walked to Biaoli's ear and said in a voice that only he could hear:

"The third is, you want to tell me where the secret vault on the Champs Elysees cruise ship is?"

When Dai Li heard this, his face turned pale, and he looked at Ye Chen with malicious intentions.

Then another sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I don’t know how many people salivate the secret vault of the Champs Elysees cruise ship, but almost all of them returned without success, without leaving.

Behind the secret vault is the famous Qinglong Gang organization. With Ye Chen's own strength, he dared to think about the secret vault of the Qinglong Gang. He was so brave that he was so ambitious!

He hummed with a nose:

"good!"

"start!"

Before he finished speaking, the hairy man thudded, and two blood-colored sickles slashed directly at Ye Chen's head!

"careful!"

Han Xiangjun watched nervously while watching, and the speed of bringing a hat to the knife was simply incredible.

Ye Chen tilted his neck and avoided the blood-colored sickle.

"See the trick!"

He missed a trick with a hat and danced the sickle into a sea of ​​blood.

There were swords and swords everywhere in the sky, blood red!

As long as Ye Chen dares to take action, his hands will be snatched.

The blood-colored sickle was carried by Kashi Wu like a meat grinder!
Chapter completed!