Zheng Qiu never thought that the other party would use this method of self-mutilation to suppress the medicinal effect of Epilepsy Grass.

Seeing Le Guping charging towards him with his sword, he immediately panicked. The seeds he spilled had been blown away by the airflow, and the force of the blow hit the person's chest, which could not slow him down in the slightest.

What should I do? I have no way out now.

Zheng Qiu suddenly thought of the two cartons that Master Wang had given him before entering the competition. The master had said that these two cartons were magic spells and could only be used in critical moments.

Now is the critical moment. If you don't use it, it will be too late.

He reached into his sleeves to touch the two cardboard boxes hidden inside, but the first thing he pulled out were only seeds, and the cardboard boxes were still inside.

Seeing that his opponent was getting closer and closer, and there was no time left to take out the paper box and recite the incantation, Zheng Qiu was heartbroken and decided to fight with his folding fingers.

He threw away the broken shield in his hand, used his fingers with his left and right hands at the same time, and grabbed the long sword that Le Guping had struck.

When both hands grasped the sword blade at the same time, the collision made a sound of gold and iron, and a large amount of sparks flew out from the place where the fingers came into contact with the sword blade.

When Le Guping saw that the sword was caught and knew that the opponent had used the trick called flower-folding finger again, he couldn't help but became furious: "You are looking for death!"

He leaned forward, kicked the ground hard, and put all his weight on the long sword. At the same time, he pumped his energy into the sword body, trying to open Zheng Qiu's fingers.

How could Zheng Qiu dare to let go? If he let the sword strike, his head might be split into two pieces.

He squeezed the sword tightly, ignoring the swelling and pain in his finger meridians, and tried hard to force all the energy in his body into his hand.

The energy that was originally filled in the muscles and blood vessels in his body was gradually activated, and his strength suddenly increased. He forcefully held the long sword that was slowly pressing down.

Le Guping could no longer press the long sword down, and Zheng Qiu could not lift the long sword up. The two were locked in a stalemate with the sword as the center.

The voice of the female commentator sounded again, encouraging the audience in the arena to cheer for the two.

Time passed little by little, and Le Guping felt the laughter in his chest keep rising. If he laughed at this time and relaxed his energy, Zheng Qiu would be able to escape.

We must decide the outcome on this move!

Le Guping violently twisted the hilt of the sword, flipping the blade over, and the sharp blade scraped Zheng Qiu's fingers sideways.

Zheng Qiu dared to pinch the blade of the sword with his folded fingers, but he did not have the courage to touch the blade. But if he let go, the sword would immediately hit his head.

There was only one way at the moment. He shouted, twisted the sword body in the opposite direction with both hands, and at the same time vibrated the meridians throughout his body, forcing the energy into his hands.

Click, click, the red-striped sword let out an overwhelmed wail, and cracks accompanied by sparks extended from where Zheng Qiu's fingers pinched it.

With a crisp shattering sound, the long sword was suddenly twisted into two pieces, and metal fragments flew everywhere.

Le Guping was stunned for a moment when he saw the long sword broken, then he raised the second half of the broken sword in his hand and continued to attack Zheng Qiu.

Unexpectedly, this time it missed the target, and Zheng Qiu jumped away like a rabbit, retreating five or six feet away in the blink of an eye, as if his left leg had never been injured.

Although Le Guping felt strange, he didn't have much time to think about it now, and the smile kept urging him to attack quickly.

"stop!"

He yelled and chased after him, but the only answer he received was a handful of seeds and a stream of white air.

When he caught up to Zheng Qiu in three steps and two steps at a time, and was about to raise his sword to strike again, laughter burst out of his chest: "Hahahahaha!"

The energy flowing in Le Guping's body was suddenly interrupted, his body swayed suddenly, and he almost fell down.

At this time, he discovered that the seeds that had just fallen on his clothes were sprouting.

The violent laughter caused his stomach to cramp. He involuntarily knelt down and stared viciously at Zheng Qiu, who was running further and further away.

At the same time, he felt that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

Zheng Qiu retreated several dozen feet in succession and found that the opponent was not pursuing him.

He stopped and squinted his eyes to check, and saw Le Guping squatting on the ground, his laughter getting softer and softer, his face flushed, and he was trying to breathe with his mouth open.

The White Leaf Choke Orchid works! Judging from Le Guping's appearance, he must have inhaled a lot of phosphorus powder.

Zheng Qiu stood there, waiting for his opponent to collapse due to the power of the medicine.

"The swordsman master Le Guping has been plotted again. He seems to be very uncomfortable now. Oh no, his movements are weakening! He has fallen!"

The commentator didn't understand what Zheng Qiu did, so he had no choice but to call it a plot.

The audience in the stands burst into boos, dissatisfied with the way Zheng Qiu won.

How could Zheng Qiu pay attention to this? At least he won the battle and didn't lose any arms or legs.

He reached out and touched his cheek and found that the wound opened by the dagger was gone. He opened his clothes and looked at his left leg, but there was no wound either.

But the red blood stains on his clothes told him that he had indeed been injured just now. He didn't understand the reason and decided to ask his master when he went back.

Returning to the room where he was seated before the appearance, Ermao rushed towards him and hugged him excitedly: "Zheng Qiu, that's great, I knew you could do it!"

Then Er Mao pulled Zheng Qiu's clothes: "You are injured, I will take you to a doctor to bandage..."

Zheng Qiu shook his head and interrupted him: "The problem is that the injury is healed, you see."

Seeing Er Mao's disbelieving expression, Zheng Qiu shrugged: "I don't know why, I have to go back and ask the master."

Ermao grinned playfully and pulled him to sit on his seat: "That's a good thing, I'll let you take part in dangerous competitions from now on!"

The two played around for a while, and then the female commentator's voice drew their attention back to the battlefield. This time it was Ma Peng who appeared.

The people sent by the Storm Wolf Gladiator Group were also big guys.

This game is not good to watch, even a little funny.

The big guy opposite, like Ma Peng, also learned animal body training. In order to deal with the Qi Jin practitioners, both of them brought a shield as big as a door panel.

The two stared at each other for a long time, then each dropped their shields, raised their fists, and rushed forward to fight.

The problem is that the physical strength of those who are beast-refined is ridiculously high. For these two people, you punch me and I kick you in return, and even after hundreds of rounds, you don't even get a bruise on your body.

After fighting like this for half an hour, Ma Peng and Gale Wolf lost all their strength and sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

In the end, the commentator announced that the game was a draw, so it became the only draw in this bounty fight.

In the VIP room, City Lord Lin Minghao played with two seeds and said with a smile: "The skills taught by Ming Zong are very strange, and they can actually cause seeds to germinate.

I remember the grass and tree exercises. To show the real grass and trees, you should have to be at the spirit level or above, which is interesting."

Next to him, Lin Zou asked: "City Lord, do you want to arrest Zheng Qiu for questioning?"

"No, there are thousands of Qianyun Sect's exercises. It's normal to have some weird ones. It's not time to put Ming Zong aside yet."
Chapter completed!