Yang Miaozhen's move was really beyond everyone's surprise. I have only seen legs used as whips to sweep, but I have never seen legs used to perform marksmanship.
Yang Miaozhen's legs were very long and straight, and the pear blossom gun was as powerful as a real gun. Song Qingshu was caught off guard and almost got kicked all over his face.
However, with Song Qingshu's current state, although he is flustered, he is not flustered. He raises his palms and strikes first, pats, flicks, or pushes...every time, he hits the weak spot of Yang Miaozhen's ankle, making her fierce attack invisible.
Yang Miaozhen didn't intend to defeat Song Qingshu with her legs. Her marksmanship is about flowing with the flow and letting nature take its course. Her whole body can be used as a spear everywhere, so the offensive can be continuous and make the enemy exhausted.
Song Qingshu just held her ankle up with the palm of his hand, and Yang Miaozhen used his strength to toss in mid-air. The pear flower gun that had been inserted on the ring just now stabbed Song Qingshu's chest with a cold light.
"Si Niangzi's body flexibility is amazing!"
Song Qingshu secretly praised, his figure had retreated a few feet, Yang Miaozhen's round of attack was ineffective, and he did not continue to attack, but stayed in place and looked at him calmly.
"Si Niangzi, it's impolite to come and go, just now I let you attack for a round, now it's my turn?" Song Qingshu said with a smile after seeing the fine sweat on Yang Miaozhen's temples.
"Please!" Yang Miaozhen also smiled generously, but she was not as relaxed as she showed on her face. She has fought Song Qingshu before, and she knows that his lightning-fast ghostly body skills are the most troublesome.
"Then Si Niangzi, please be careful." As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, his whole body had turned into an afterimage. Before everyone in the ring realized what happened, the place where Yang Miaozhen was standing, a group of bright gunshots exploded.
"Mother, why did Song Qingshu disappear, and you saw that fourth lady dancing a gun on the ring alone?" Guo Fu widened her eyes in surprise, her gaze wandered around, and she couldn't see Song Qingshu at all.
Huang Rong's face was deeply shocked, how could a person's speed be so fast
Hearing her daughter's constant questioning, Huang Rong pointed to the stage with complicated eyes: "He's always been there, but you can't see him because of the speed."
Guo Fu was taken aback, and quickly stared at Yang Miaozhen's surroundings more intently. Under the guidance of her mother, she finally caught a faint gray shadow, but the gray shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye. Can't help but be shocked: "Is he a human or a ghost?"
Huang Rong's face turned red suddenly, and she spat secretly in her heart, of course it's a ghost, or a pervert.
Yang Miaozhen, who was in the center of the storm, felt even stronger. Her eyesight was naturally ten thousand times better than Guo Fu's, but it was still difficult to catch Song Qingshu's figure, and finally she simply closed her eyes. Seeing that there is no difference, it is better to feel the surge of air around, and the change of Song Qingshu's air mechanism.
If the Pear Blossom Spear is usually very powerful, now that Yang Miaozhen's mind is as calm as water, she has played the Pear Blossom Spear with twelve points of power.
One after another, pear blossoms bloomed to protect Yang Miaozhen's body. Each pear blossom was formed by the condensing of her true energy. No matter how fast Song Qingshu was, if he wanted to attack her, he had to break through these pear blossoms.
As for the pear blossoms danced by Yang Miaozhen, each one was connected to her own energy mechanism, which one was shattered, which one was removed, and which one had abnormal air flow... She felt like a bright mirror in her heart.
Therefore, although Song Qingshu is fast, she can predict the angle of attack and the trajectory of his moves in advance from the broken pear blossoms. Therefore, although Yang Miaozhen can't see the opponent, she still stands still, like a flat boat on the sea in a storm. It seems thrilling, but it has always been able to save the day.
The heroes of the rivers and lakes looked at everything on the stage dazedly. They had seen with their own eyes the exquisite marksmanship of Yang Miaozhen before. Defending, being imprisoned by others in a three-foot space, struggling to support.
Song Qingshu's lightness kung fu was beyond the recognition of most people in the field, and there was a lot of discussion, thinking that he had this lightness kung fu, and he was already invincible from the very beginning. Who would win the Golden Snake King this time? not allowed.
Everyone in the Red Flower Society obviously shared the same worry, Yu Wanting was still calm, but Wen Tailai couldn't help asking the little girl not far away: "Miss Ah Qing, this little thief named Song is so fast, Do you have a way to deal with it?"
Ah Qing was devoting herself to eating an apple, and when she heard his words, she glanced at the arena and said with a smile, "It's simple, just fill the ring with sword energy."
Ah Qing's answer made the people around speechless for a while, besides you, who else has this ability? But the method she said is not without reason, just like the sunshine everywhere, when the whole arena is filled with sword energy, no matter how fast Song Qingshu is, there is nowhere to escape.
Wen Tailai couldn't help but exchanged glances with Yu Wanting, both could see the joy in each other's eyes, and thought that if Song Qingshu dared to use this trick against Ah Qing next time, he would simply seek his own death.
At this moment, the two people on the stage separated abruptly, looking at Yang Miaozhen who was panting slightly, Song Qingshu praised in admiration: "I never thought you could come up with this trick to cope with my speed." Although the others thought they had the upper hand, but He knew that he didn't take advantage of the round of attack just now.
"Thank you for your compliment, Young Master." Yang Miaozhen had a bright face. After suffering a loss at the hands of Song Qingshu last time, he spent a lot of time researching how to deal with it, so this time he was able to deal with it with ease.
"But it's really exhausting your energy to do this. How long can you hold on if I continue to attack?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but put his eyes on Yang Miaozhen's chest that kept rising and falling due to panting.
Noticing Song Qingshu's gaze, Yang Miaozhen not only didn't dodge it, but puffed up her chest on purpose, with a look of complete indifference, and her voice suddenly became coquettish: "Young master, do you have the heart to bully others with speed every time? If you win, you won't win by force, but people will never be convinced."
"Oh, when will I change my temper?" Song Qingshu scolded himself, and then laughed, "How do you think the fourth lady wants to compare?"
Yang Miaozhen rolled her eyes, picked up the gun and drew four footprints on the ground: "Here, let's stand inside this circle and fight. Whoever leaves the circle with his feet will lose, how about it?"
"Compare like this?" Song Qingshu deliberately hesitated.
Yang Miaozhen continued to add: "This competition limits your lightness kung fu and physical skills, and my little sister can't just take advantage of you. How about this? I won't use the pear flower gun later. You and I are just fighting with each other, how about it?"