"Oh..." Meng Fuyao covered his eyes with his hands, and answered lazily, then fell silent again, before asking in a dragged voice, "What... la..."
"It's that Buddha..." Yun Hen saw that Meng Fuyao had entered a half-sleep state in a blink of an eye, and remembered that she was escaped from captivity today, fought against Yan Sha, and was injured again. , covered her with a quilt, and blew out the lights.
When the lights were dimmed, the room fell into a dark silence, but Yun Hen didn't leave immediately, he stood in the room, silent, the moonlight came in through the window, unfolding like water, seeing his eyes quietly looking down at Meng Fuyao , clear, bright, sparkling, as cool as jade as deep as water.
Swinging, the strong wind that belongs to you will finally rise, maybe I can only attach to your flying tail after all, but I am still thankful for my luck that I was not thrown too far by you.
One day, I will leap into the sky and walk with you.
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Meng Fuyao was injured for two days, and within these two days she was tortured by the Mongolian doctor Haosheng. Zong Yue thought she was a rebellious seed, and after taking care of Yan Jingchen, she still got her way. Now that she is injured, she deserves it, so While sneering and sarcastic, he grabbed Meng Fuyao day and night to heal his injuries. Meng Fuyao wailed, "I'm going to fight, you have to give me a rest, okay?" Zong Yue ignored it, and replied coldly, "Who did you meet within two days?" Can it cure internal injuries? Now I can only suppress your injuries quickly, and you have to pray that you don’t meet an opponent with pure internal strength during the competition, otherwise the injury will happen, don’t even think about it in the first round or the third round!”
When he spoke, his face was as snowy as snow, and he was unmoved. Ever since he found Meng Fuyao that day, he had been acting like this, so that in the past few days even Mr. Yuan Bao's fart was carefully caught, for fear that he would throw it into the latrine on the grounds of polluting the air. , Meng Fuyao didn't dare to talk back, secretly hated that Xuanyuan Yun, he probably didn't get along with Zong Yue, and when she met him later, she would beat him severely.
Three days later, the third round of competition started as scheduled. Early in the morning, the stage was crowded with people, black and white. The people of Wuzhou Continent love martial arts, and warriors are respected. Naturally, everyone flocks to this grand event. When Meng Fuyao arrived, he almost Can't squeeze into the arena, sighing again and again that the god of hell is so stupid that he didn't take the opportunity to sell tickets.
According to the rules, each lottery is divided into two types, red and black. Two pairs of the same numbers drawn will play against each other. The competition is hosted by Zhan Beiheng. Before the lottery, Zhan Beiheng announced the final round of rule revisions. Ten people will draw lots first, and the loser will fall into the bottom five. The competition for the top five will be a challenge system. Whoever thinks he will definitely win the first place will go up and down the game. Whoever stays on the competition stage for the longest time will win It is the leader of Zhenwu.
As soon as the rules came out, there was an uproar. Isn't this equal to a wheel battle? The first one to go up, wouldn't it have to face four rounds of expert attacks, wouldn't it be a loser? This competition system is too unfair. Facing the turbulent crowd, Zhan Beiheng raised his hand and pressed down with a smile, and said, "Everyone just thinks this competition system is unfair, but isn't the lottery even more unfair? The top ten masters have their own strengths , if the sixth place draws the first place, it is a sure loss, but if he meets the fifth place, who knows who will win? It is related to the ranking of Zhenwu's top five, and one place is far away. Since it is To be respected by martial arts, of course my Zhenwu Conference must select the most powerful master, no matter luck, let strength speak!"
He looked at Guo Pingrong, Gu Lingfeng, Xuanyuan Yun, Yalanzhu, Yunhen, Yan Jingchen and others with a smile, and asked, "What do you think?"
Guo Pingrong was expressionless, and was wiping his sword. It was the first time Meng Fuyao saw him face to face since the first battle at the General's Mansion. He felt that this General Guo's martial arts had not regressed, but his energy seemed to have been exhausted, and his expression was numb. His eyes were dull, he only knew how to keep wiping his own sword, and he didn't know what tricks Changsun Wuji used to make him like this, thinking about it, Meng Fuyao couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile. The way he used to deal with Qi Xunyi's subordinates is in line with the virtues of his eldest grandson Wuji - gentle, elegant, and vicious so calmly.
Gu Lingfeng is the representative of the home team, so naturally he never shows weakness, and said with a loud smile, "That's what the prince said, strength speaks for itself!"
The young master Xuanyuan Yun of Xuanyuan Kingdom is not only surprisingly young, but also has a rare and elegant temperament. When Heng Wang asked, he blushed before he could speak, and said in a soft voice, "I will follow the orders of the lord."
Ya Lanzhu played with her little braid, and said casually, "I'm just here to play, it's fun if there are more people fighting."
Yunhen nodded silently, Yan Jingchen bowed with a smile, and replied gently, "Your Highness is wise."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flicked across his face, his complexion was not very good-looking, and the blue gray under his eyes was darker, but even though he was in the midst of the two forces colliding that day, he was only brushing the edge, and it is said that the injury was not as serious as hers. Why is his face so ugly that he looks half dead, Meng Fuyao thought viciously, probably because of excessive indulgence.
A few of the most powerful aspiring leaders had no objections, and others naturally had nothing to say. Zhan Beiheng nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the young servant brought the lottery box.
Meng Fuyao stared at Gu Lingfeng, wishing to smack him and take this opportunity to kill him—the rules stipulate that the point must be done as soon as possible, and no one's life should be hurt if necessary, but she will definitely be gentle and point him to grandma's house .
The lottery box was brought over. It was a very big box. In order to show fairness, two slots were opened on both sides. Everyone reached in to touch it at the same time. Play justice above? Anyway, they all touch with their eyes closed, so what's the difference
Also, what are you doing with such a big and long box? In such a big place, twenty sticks are scattered, and it takes a while to touch it—delaying time? What do you want to do
She was puzzled in her heart, so she kept an eye out, moved slowly, and looked at everyone's hands - if there was something tricky, it must be in the hands, only the hands that have been stretched into the box and no one can see, can do it.
Then she saw Gu Lingfeng's hand.
The five fingers on that hand were flat and short, and the nails were reddish. It was clear that he had practiced poisonous palms. What's more, he wore a black ring on his middle finger.
The ring is like an ordinary obsidian, the inlaid stone is huge, other than that there is no abnormality, but Meng Fuyao believes that as long as the ring is moved, something not so beautiful will definitely appear on the ring surface.
It seems that Gu Lingfeng and Zhan Beiheng already have a tacit understanding, and it is inevitable that they will win the first place against Zhenwu.
Gu Lingfeng stood diagonally opposite her, with Xuanyuan Yun on the left and Guo Pingrong on the right, facing Yunhen.
Meng Fuyao stretched his hand down, pulled Yunhen's sleeve, and motioned him to pay attention to Gu Lingfeng's hand, Yunhen's eyes flashed, and he nodded very slowly, not easily noticed.
Twenty people stretched their hands in.
After Meng Fuyao reached in, she flicked her sleeve first. There was a certain adult in the sleeve—Meng Fuyao refused to take it in the martial arts competition, but she insisted on following him to the show, rolled around and pretended to be dead, but Meng Fuyao had to take it with her. Originally, he planned to throw it to Tiecheng in the audience after the lottery was drawn, but now, it was just right.
Master Yuan Bao entered the lottery box silently, hugged a fruit, sat in the dark and gnawed slowly, staring at Gu Lingfeng's hand with burning eyes, and then, holding Meng Fuyao's finger, slowly leaned in that direction.
Gu Lingfeng's hand was approaching Xuanyuan Yun on the left—the Yuepo disciple was a formidable opponent, and he performed the best in the early stage, so let's take him first.
Master Yuan Bao immediately grabbed Meng Fuyao's little finger and swung it to the left. Meng Fuyao raised his head to look at Xuanyuan Yun, hesitantly, and suddenly remembered the tears he saw when he looked back that night three days ago, and his heart softened.
Her hand slowly leaned over.
In the darkness, twenty pairs of hands, except for the three pairs who have other thoughts, are all touching their lottery.
Meng Fuyao's hand suddenly stretched out like lightning!
With a flick of the fingertips, a wisp of strong wind flew, and the shocking lightning swept through the air, directly hitting the pulse gate!
The strong wind was approaching, Gu Lingfeng felt that something was wrong, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and slapped it horizontally, but Meng Fuyao's hand was already waiting on his way of retreat, his fingers were as strong as his knuckles, and his knuckles were like claws, grasping and pinching in an instant , Gu Lingfeng flicked his fingers vertically, Meng Fuyao grabbed a stick and swiped it, Gu Lingfeng stepped back again, and poked his fingertips into Meng Fuyao's palm, but Meng Fuyao suddenly retracted his palm into a fist, the fist was like a phoenix eye, ruthless Hit it hard!
At the moment of lightning, three moves in the dark box!
With a slight sound of "cha", the phoenix-eyed fist struck Gu Lingfeng's wrist veins. Gu Lingfeng never thought that someone could recognize the acupoints with a black box so accurately. The wind wrist vein is already in her palm.
Gu Lingfeng was startled, so he rushed to save him with his other hand, but Yunhen's hand, who had been waiting all this time, had already arrived, swift as the wind, and grabbed his wrist veins as soon as he grabbed it.
Both hands were restrained at the same time, Gu Lingfeng's face was ashen, he looked up to the side, looking for who made the hand, but accidentally met Meng Fuyao's eyes.
Smiling, sneering, cold, strange eyes with fire-like enthusiasm and ice-like coolness.
When he met such a gaze, he was stunned for a moment, and then he felt cold all over his body as if being immersed in deep water. He suddenly remembered a certain rainy night in the deep mountains, when he shot out with his sword, the hazy shadow looking back through the rain curtain on the opposite mountain seemed to have also shot out. Such steely eyes.
Suddenly he knew who she was.
However, it was too late.
Meng Fuyao laughed silently, and the fingers pinching his palm made a mistake, flipped, snapped, and then folded fiercely!
"ah!"
Gu Lingfeng uttered a heart-pounding scream, screaming fiercely, breaking through the arena where everyone was watching, and startled everyone on and off the stage to jump up.
Meng Fuyao smiled calmly, and let go of her hand. Just a moment ago, she had already crippled the meridians of Gu Lingfeng's entire arm, and with all her strength, she penetrated into his heart. I can no longer poison others, and my life will probably be accounted for from now on.
Gu Lingfeng's screams continued—Yun Hen did the same, crippling his other hand, and then Master Yuan Bao ran up happily, biting each hand hard.
After the bite, Master Yuan Bao spat out the blood, and quickly slipped back into Meng Fuyao's sleeve.
Meng Fuyao smiled, picked up the random note, and pulled out his hand.
All this happened in an instant, and everyone saw twenty people stretching their hands into the slot of the long box, and everyone seemed to be concentrating on touching the lottery. Then, Gu Lingfeng screamed, and then he was shaking blood Dripping hands pulled out the box.
Zhan Beiheng suddenly stood up and shouted, "What's going on?"
The other 19 people all took the lottery and retreated innocently. The referee of the conference quickly came up to check Gu Lingfeng's hand, but was shocked to find that his hand was bitten by an animal.
Zhan Beiheng was also stunned after hearing the report. He thought it was the other contestants who had tampered with it, but now it was an animal bite mark. He couldn't believe it and checked it himself. In the end, he had to remain silent and return to the main seat with a gloomy expression.
Tiansha's seed player was unexpectedly eliminated in the third round without even making a single move!
Everyone was whispering and discussing, some Tiansha people were upset, they stood up and shouted, "My lord, there must be ghosts among them! Please thoroughly investigate the rest of the contestants!"
Zhan Beiheng looked cold, but Ya Lanzhu said with a smile, "Yes, we are all very suspicious. We not only put our hands in, but also put our mouths in and bit Commander Gu."
There was a burst of laughter, and Yun Hen said coldly in the laughter, "The lottery box in your country is really wonderful. It probably has too many tricks, and it bit my own hand."
Zhan Beiheng's expression changed. After all, he was guilty and didn't dare to pursue it. He waved his hand and ordered Gu Lingfeng to be sent down, and said coldly, "Continue with the martial arts competition—"
Meng Fuyao smiled, and took a step back to look at her lottery. Just now she took one and used it to slap Gu Lingfeng's hand, and after the sign fell off, she picked up another one.
"Black, seven!"
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At this time, the arbitration had already read their respective tickets. Among them, Guo Pingrong was against Yan Jingchen, Xuanji Cheng'an County Wang Huayan was against Yunhen, and Ya Lanzhu had drawn a red five. It turned out that none of the people's tickets had a black five. It belonged to Gu Lingfeng, and it was left in the lottery box, so Ya Lanzhu got a lucky bye.
Xuanyuan Yun, as the best performer in the first two rounds, has always been the focus of everyone's attention. At this time, the famous masters have already set their opponents, and the rest are the contestants with lower rankings in the second round. Which unlucky ghost is it, it's his turn to fight this most popular boy.
Xuanyuan Yun handed over the lottery carefully in full view, and said in a soft voice, "Red, Seven."
The arbitration cast its eyes on the remaining few people, and the rest of them showed relieved smiles, with a look of instant relief, the arbitration raised its lottery and asked, "Which black seven?"
While everyone was looking left and right, Meng Fuyao smiled and took a step forward, pointing to his nose, "It's nothing."
There was a bang, and there was another burst of excited discussion, and someone said loudly, "Hey, don't forget about this competition."
"Admit defeat early and change people."
"It's boring, it's boring, I thought I could watch the peak matchup."
Meng Fuyao turned around with a smile on her face, and waved her hands, "Oh, don't drive people away, the most important thing is to participate, the most important thing is to participate."
She stepped off the stage amidst the roar of laughter, waiting for her seventh scene. Not long after she sat down, a figure beside her moved, and Zong Yue came over without a sound. Meng Fuyao was sitting beside him. She was fine at first, but suddenly Start scratching your head.
Zong Yue said lightly, "What? Got lice?"
Meng Fuyao smiled, "Yeah, the eye lice, who looks so pitifully at the left and right eyes, makes me feel that I'm really guilty, stuck here like a light bulb, Doctor Mongolia, how about we change places?"
Without raising his eyes, Zong Yue took her pulse carefully and said, "If you stop talking nonsense, you can probably live longer." Then he said, "Open your mouth."
Meng Fuyao opened her mouth obediently, Zong Yue flicked a pill into her mouth, and said, "I didn't intend to come here, but I heard that someone was unlucky and smoked that person, so I had to run here, let me tell you, Do it yourself."
After speaking, he got up and left without looking back. His white clothes were like snow and his back did not sweep away the smoke and dust. His slow and firm steps made him feel cold and alienated from the distance as snowflakes dancing on the snow line of distant mountains.
Meng Fuyao subconsciously turned her head, and sure enough, she saw the shy young Mr. Zhengtai Yun with red circles like a rabbit's eyes.
"Ah..." Meng Fuyao held his head gloomily, and sighed with Lord Yuan Bao, "Damn it, it's true that life doesn't meet each other, once we meet, I'll have a convulsion..."
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Guo Pingrong and Yan Jingchen are in the third match. The strange thing is that neither of them is in the best condition. Although Guo Pingrong has not lost his internal strength, but because of the destruction of his inspiration, his reaction and change are far inferior to those in his heyday. Although Yan Jingchen suffered Slightly injured, he will be raised for three days. His foundation is not as solid as Guo Pingrong, but his talent is good. It was a tie, and on the 300th move, Yan Jingchen narrowly won with half a move.
When Yan Jingchen competed, Pei Yuan was sitting under the stage. Although his husband and wife were known as "Shuangbi", this kind of single-person competition cannot be done together. Princess Pei sat upright, with her hands folded on her knees, compared to someone sitting or not. The lazy posture of sitting and standing without standing, the temperament is tens of thousands of times better. While eating snacks, someone glances at her, at her ribs, at her veil, at her waist, and her eyes roll around. Smiling, I don't know what the hell is going on.
The sixth scene is Yunhen and Huayan, the young prince from Xuanji, whose background is a mystery, different from Gu Lingfeng, Guo Pingrong, Xuanyuan Yunyan, and Yan Jingchen, who are disciples of famous families like Yunhun, Xinghui, Yuepo, Yansha, etc. Strong in skills, especially good at marksmanship, this majestic man stood opposite Yun Hen, both of them were as handsome as a pair of jade trees, and everyone applauded.
Meng Fuyao jumped onto the chair and waved his arms wantonly, "Ah Hen, come on, A Hen, come on!"
Master Yuanbao in her sleeve was waved by her until her eyes were like 300-degree spectacles, surrounded by whirlpools. It crawled out angrily and bared its teeth at Meng Fuyao. .
Yun Hen looked at her helplessly, waved his hand, and silently gave way to Hua Yan, "Please!"
"please!"
The word "please" was still lingering in the corner of his mouth, and in the next moment Hua Yan rushed out like a blasting thunder. With a swing of the gun tip, a series of blasting sounds immediately sounded in the air, and the air flow surged and crackled. Unceasingly, Yunhen's hair was so curled that it stood straight back.
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a moment, squeezed her fingers nervously, and said, "This guy is so powerful..." She pinched and pinched, pinched and pinched, forgetting that Master Yuan Bao was still in her palm...
Yun Hen's face remained unchanged, and he said in a low voice, "Okay!" Yi pounced on him, and the two of them entangled in an instant.
This is a real battle with similar strength. Compared with Yan Jingchen's blandness and clumsiness before, Yunhen and Hua Yan are both real battles. Their moves, internal strength, skills, and skills are comprehensive and gorgeous. The noble warriors from the Wuzhou Continent displayed their proficient martial arts skills. One had the wind of a spear coming out of the forest like a tiger, and the other had the air of a sword like a dragon in the sky. Surrounded by vigor, everyone applauded unceasingly.
But Meng Fuyao fell silent worriedly, because she realized that Hua Yan used too much internal energy, and once he reached beyond the 500 moves, he would lose his strength. However, Yun Hen was new to swordsmanship after all, so he seemed to have insufficient foundation, and Compared with Huayan's particularly strong internal strength, he has a natural defect. It seems that he is not at a disadvantage now, but it is difficult to support beyond five hundred moves.
She tightened her fingers, already thinking about how to comfort the defeated Yunhen later.
However, after four hundred moves, Yun Hen was not defeated, his face was only a little paler, his lips were a little blue, but the sword energy was as fierce as before, the fighting spirit was as fierce as before, and the flying sword light was like sea waves chasing waves. Yun Juan was as stunning as before, he regarded the martial arts field under his feet as his own territory and battlefield, and he would not give up an inch!
Yunhen refused.
Once you give up, you give up all the dignity and persistence in this life.
He was already very tired, so tired that his eyes were blurry, his heart was beating like a drum, Hua Yan's footwork of stepping on the seven stars was almost like a real gold star in his eyes, the vertical and horizontal gun wind forced his breath, he I felt that even the blood was congealing inch by inch, and every time the sword was swung, the congealed blood seemed to fall out in chunks.
So he bit the tip of his tongue and held the blood in his mouth. In the sharp pain and the slightly fishy and slightly sweet breath, the golden light of the spear point had already been transformed into the sword light of Meng Fuyao when he first met on Xuanyuan Mountain that year. , the sword light shook in shock, breaking the east wind in an instant, and that girl's eyes were dark in the breeze on the top of the mountain that day, as bright as ice and snow, like a flower blooming in the wilderness, lonely and proud, unwilling to be broken by worldly affairs .
He remembered those eyes, when he met again in Taiyuan Palace, he couldn't recognize them for a while in a hurry, but when he thought about it quietly afterwards, those eyes were like flowers on the moss, like the moon on the water, shaking in his memory all the time.
He remembered the blood flowing out of her leg when the dagger was backhanded, remembered her clever tricks and calmness that ordinary people couldn't match.
I remember such a proud and undisciplined, cunning and noble woman.
soaring.
I can lose to you, but I must never lose to others in front of you again!
The five hundredth move!
Hua Yan began to pant slightly. His golden gun is too heavy. Although it is powerful and thick, once it is used beyond the limit, it is tantamount to harming itself. , Only then can this kind of combat method be used, once it meets Gu Lingfeng and Guo Pingrong, who is equally powerful, it is absolutely impossible.
When he got Yunhen, he was secretly delighted, and boldly adopted this tactic, but he never expected that Yunhen, who made the sword light and agile, without the deep internal force he created due to his adventure, would support five hundred moves with all his might.
Once the marksmanship loses its power, its power will be greatly reduced immediately. Yun Hen took a deep breath, holding back the splitting pain in his chest and lungs, and rushed to attack immediately.
The five hundred and eighty seventh move, his sword is like a falling butterfly, and he hits the body of the golden gun, and the spear flies away!
Hua Yan was also an upright man, he let go of his weapon, immediately stopped entanglement, and admitted defeat frankly.
With clear eyes, he took a step forward, bowed to Yunhen sincerely, and said, "I admire you, brother."
I admire this perseverance, this attitude of not giving up, this momentum of not losing in the face of adversity, the courage and strength of a real man, which will last forever.
Yun Hen stood up straight as before, returned the salute solemnly, stepped off the stage under the admiration and admiration eyes of everyone, walked steadily towards Meng Fuyao, stared deeply at her, and smiled.
Meng Fuyao hugged her knees and looked at him, sighed, and silently handed over a handkerchief.
Yun Hen took it, covered his mouth, coughed, Meng Fuyao said slowly, "I don't want to see you refuse to vomit blood in front of me, then I might as well not appear in front of you again in my life."
Yun Hen smiled, sat down straight, Meng Fuyao took out the medicine from his bosom and stuffed it into his hand, stood up, twisted his neck and kicked his legs, smiled and said, "It's my turn."
Yun Hen held her back, Meng Fuyao looked back, the cold young boy's eyes swirled with twinkling thoughts, his eyes filled with thousands of words, Meng Fuyao stared at that look for a second, then smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry, I won't Learn from you, I will lose if I want, and I will never secretly swallow my own blood."
She walked on the stage under the kind and slightly mocking eyes of everyone. The seat she was sitting in had to pass the first row of Yan Jingchen and his wife. Of course, she could avoid it by detour. She is narrow and needs someone to stand up to give way. When Yan Jingchen saw her coming, his whole body immediately began to stiffen. He stood up numbly, but Meng Fuyao didn't even look at him. She walked straight past Yan Jingchen and Pei Yuan with a smile on her face. , suddenly leaned his body and hooked his feet.
Pei Yuan didn't pay attention to her at first, but suddenly felt a strong force coming from her feet, she leaned back, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab something that could be grabbed, Meng Fuyao immediately passed her hand over, smiling and shouting, "What happened to Mrs. Yan?"
In the cry, her hand clasped Pei Yuan's hand, and with a twist of her wrist, Pei Yuan staggered and turned in a semicircle to face the spectators behind her. Because the force of the swing was too fierce, the veil on her face fluttered. rise.
The whole audience let out a meaningful long ending voice full of surprise "Oh—"
Pei Yuan screamed, she didn't even understand what happened in that instant, she suddenly realized that her eyes lit up, the veil flew up, and the face that had been concealed for a long time, which even her relatives had never seen, was exposed in front of warriors all over the world .
On that face, although the forked scar has healed, it has not completely healed. It is light red and raised like an earthworm. It is not so ferocious that it makes people look sick, but her facial features are delicate and delicate, and the contrast is more shocking. ugly.
Yan Jingchen turned her head and stared blankly at Pei Yuan—she had been wearing a veil for a long time, and sometimes said that she needed to practice martial arts and sometimes said that she had wind sores, and the husband and wife had been sleeping in separate rooms, in name only, and he had never seen it with his own eyes. The face behind Pei Yuan's veil.
It turns out that her face has been ruined...
He closed his eyes, and then turned his gaze to Meng Fuyao, a girl dressed as a teenager, her eyes were as black as black ink and white as jade, and her skin that had been disguised was as light as honey, revealing a pearl-like luster. A face, the outline is also shocking - Xiuzhi is shocking.
Yan Jingchen slowly raised his hand—not to help his wife, he had already forgotten about his wife, he just put his hand on his heart, where there seemed to be countless pieces of hot and sharp gravel that were constantly sharpening, so There was a "chi-" white smoke rising from the passage, dripping with blood, and scorched earth.
Those beautiful feelings that were missed due to ignorance and selfish greed when they were young!
Those self-inflicted sins in ignorance, those wounds of adding mistakes to eternal hell!
He froze there, didn't hear his "Madame" scream, didn't see her cover her face and run out of the venue, he stood there like a puppet, and instantly aged ten years.
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When Meng Fuyao stood on the stage, Xuanyuan Yun was already waiting there. The weapon used by this handsome young man was a brilliant crescent hook. Looking at this disciple of Yue Po, Meng Fuyao decided not to use Yue Po for her. The treasure of practicing qi, hey, I can't make people overturn the jar of vinegar.
The spectators in the audience began to kowtow melon seeds lazily, waiting for the match that was destined to be uncontroversial to be resolved within three moves.
The two bowed politely, "Please—"
Before the sound was finished, Meng Fuyao had already rushed out, the wind she brought up roared, shaking the air all around, with a "pop", the weapon rack on the stage suddenly fell to the ground, and the long halberd, short hook and bone rolled all over the ground.
There was a "tch" from the audience, this kid can't be so eager to fight for victory.
In fact, Meng Fuyao just wanted to deal with Xuanyuan Yun within three moves - her internal injuries were not healed, so she couldn't fight for a long time.
On the opposite side, Xuanyuan Yun smiled shyly, with a flick of light between his fingers, a new moon spread out like a brocade, the moonlight permeated everywhere, blocking all Meng Fuyao's offensive in an instant.
But Meng Fuyao didn't get close to him at all, turned over and leaped over his head with a whoosh, without looking back, he stabbed with his backhand, the snowy light in his palm was like lightning, and directly stabbed his shoulder.
Xuanyuan Yun turned around to avoid it, his figure really was like a smear of moonlight, sliding past silently like flowing water, only a moon-white shadow of him was seen in the field, drifting and moving, flowing light, in the light and aura, but For thousands of years, there is an indestructible coagulation and steadiness that is indestructible by wind and thunder.
But Meng Fuyao has a different style, she brings thunder and lightning, blows strong winds, and breaks the heavens!
With her fists, she punched out like a tiger's mouth, and with the roar of the king of the mountain, everything fell down when she punched out. Wherever the wind of the fist passed, the hard wooden boards on the ground in the field were all blown up, a picture One of them tilted up one by one like the bows of a ship, and there was a series of crackling sounds. Those tilted "ship bows" bounced off one by one due to momentum and inertia, one hit the next, and huge wooden boards flew up in all directions in the sky, whistling. Spin around and cover Xuanyuan Yun in the head!
There was a sound of exclamation, and thousands of spectators scattered melon seeds and jumped up together.
Huge black shadows of wooden boards were flying all over the sky, covering Xuanyuan Yun's brilliant silver crescent moon. Meng Fuyao flew up and crossed the sky by rubbing the boards. The God of Manipulating Lightning who came up on the thick clouds, she can still turn over, jump, kick, step, kick, shoot, and those wooden boards seem to have life under her feet, and they can go up, down, left, and right in an instant. Without any gaps, Xuanyuan Yun was surrounded!
But she herself still didn't relax, she swooped down, a black light flashed between her elbows, and "Slaying Heaven" was stuck behind her elbows, this is the way of using a sword learned by He Zongyue, the fastest, most ruthless, most flexible, and most precise Hit must hit!
She wants to put this sword on Xuanyuan Yun's neck, and then end this battle!
She swooped down, like a flying phoenix dancing wildly above the ninety-nine skies, thunderous and icy, all the noise from the audience was blown away by the turbulent wind, she was only aiming for the goal, with no distractions, and went forward without hesitation.
Xuanyuan Yun was still dealing with the formations of wooden boards, and the crescent hook drew out snow-colored arcs of light. The light was born with the power to collapse, and it was often several inches away from the wooden boards, and the large pieces of wood would have already shattered silently. However, after such a delay, Meng Fuyao had already arrived.
She was unstoppable under the black cloud, and the cold light of the dagger flashed in Xuanyuan Yun's eyes.
The audience "Oh!" The exclamation surged like a tide.
Xuanyuan Yun suddenly smiled lightly.
The crescent hook in this handsome young man's hand suddenly trembled, and there was a "crack", and "two wings" protruded from the crescent hook, which were two shiny knives like wings. Both dropped ten degrees.
When the moonlight has wings, what kind of gorgeous and dazzling is that
Xuanyuan Yun was still smiling shyly, and with a flick of his wrist, the speed of the winged moonlight in his palm suddenly doubled, and with a slight swipe, the long hook carrying the cold air of Xuan Bing had already reached Meng Fuyao's face!
In an instant, the cold was overwhelming, and even the blood seemed to freeze.
Meng Fuyao knew he had been fooled.
This girl is just like me, keeping secrets!
This girl even practiced Xuanyin True Qi, which she didn't show until now. Earlier, he didn't reveal a single bit of it, luring her to use all her true strength to make a quick decision. As a result, at this moment when the old strength was dying and the new strength was not born, he To do such a move is purely to take the opportunity to arouse her injury!
No wonder Zong Yue obviously didn't want to come but rushed over halfway to deliver medicine to himself. It turned out that he was worried about Xuanyuan Yun.
Xuanyin true qi and cold air permeated the air, Meng Fuyao overused his true power, and the internal injuries in his body began to ache.
Xuanyuan Yun's hook light has floated over.
His hook light was extremely brilliant, a bright moon filled the sky, and everyone in the radiance couldn't open their eyes. They covered their brows with their hands and tried hard to see clearly this exceedingly expected, ever-changing and wonderful pinnacle battle.
In Huaguang, Xuanyuan Yun's hook light approaching Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped at the most critical moment.
He floated to Meng Fuyao's side, and said very quickly, "Let me see him, I will lose to you."
Meng Fuyao was startled, almost choking.
Even the leader of Zhenwu doesn't want this child, just to see Zong Yue
The poisonous tongue man is really charming...
Xuanyuan Yun's hook light stopped in front of her, waiting for her answer, Meng Fuyao only smiled.
She also said quickly, "That's his business, I don't have the right, and besides... I don't need you to let me go."
The word "Rang" was still on the tip of her tongue, Xuanyuan Yun quickly backed away, but he was one step too late, or the moment he stopped, he was doomed to miss the best chance to defeat Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao let out a low shout, and pointed five fingers together.
Suddenly, an extremely brilliant light burst out of her palm, first it was a ball of white light, and then the small ball of white light expanded rapidly, the light was far more dazzling and bright than the silvery moonlight, the center was blazing, and the edge Like a fire, it rushed in all directions, and the remaining wooden boards in the field immediately left the ground, and slid backwards as if being dragged by someone, forcing the spectators sitting at the front desk to get up and dodge. After a slow step, he was immediately stuck in his leg by the wooden stick, dripping with blood like a sharp knife.
The high platform in front where Hengwang and Judiciary sat was also built with wooden boards, and the solid wooden boards fixed with iron bars suddenly fell down without a sound, and Hengwang almost fell down on the field in embarrassment.
The hanging curtains on the high platform swung upwards, rising like a giant dragon, and then retracted together, dissipating with a bang in the dazzling light.
"Rise of the Sun" on the sixth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens"!
The sea glows, the clouds and mountains break through, like the rising sun!
Once the sun comes out, where is the moonlight
Even Xuanyuan Yun's eyes changed, it was also the qi of light, he naturally understood the goods, he knew that he must not take it hard, he retreated like a flash of electricity, and the speed was definitely not slower than Meng Fuyao's previous fierce strike.
However, a pair of fingers were already lightly resting on his throat.
Different from his ice-like moonlight, these fingers are hot, burning with fire-like heat. He stiffened his neck and felt the skin on his throat shivering one by one due to the burning heat. .
In the collapsing arena, a strong wind blew through, and the young man's clothes were blown up by the wind. His back was slender and firm, and another ray of sunlight shone faintly, and she saw her fingers firmly pinching the opponent's throat. .
That ray of light gradually subsided, condensing into a little white light on her fingertips, undulating and flickering at that vital point, dazzling thousands of people in the audience into silence.
The referee opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound several times, and finally croaked, "Meng Fuyao, win!"
The audience clearly knew the result, and they were still gasping for breath. The sound swept over the huge arena like the wind, and it sounded like a giant hiccupping.
Xuanyuan Yun didn't dare to blink, and waited for Meng Fuyao to stop, but Meng Fuyao didn't. He was forced by the white light to the point of tears, looking at Meng Fuyao, his eyes were red with grievance again.
Meng Fuyao cursed secretly, rabbit!
She didn't want to accept it.
She can't take it.
Struggling to quickly gather the true qi, she took the risk of using the sixth floor to break the nine heavens. Now she is much worse than Xuanyuan Yun. The bones of her whole body are about to dislocate. The waves in her inner organs are turbulent. A mouthful of blood and all the internal organs will be sprayed all over Xuanyuan Yun's head.
She froze there, and others thought she was showing off her achievements and was reluctant to let go, but she didn't dare to say anything, a dark horse, a super dark horse, the sun is shining brightly in this one hand, and she can do it with one move.