One hundred and thirteenth chapter: free and fine line
The shadow was motionless, as stiff as a puppet.
The sound of wind passed by. With no time to look or think, Qi Huan rolled on the spot, pinched his fingers and waved - many "Qi Huan" scattered in the field followed his gesture and fled in all directions. The monster appeared,
Emerald sharp thorns shot out from his hands, hitting in all directions like rapid rain, and one after another the fake figures rose into the sky...
"What a great scene. Although the Shura masters have excellent fighting consciousness, and each punch and kick can naturally contain spiritual power, their respect for fighting is still higher than that of all fancy spells."
The referee seemed to be sighing unintentionally, and after speaking, he pouted at the spectators: "The people of this country are also deeply affected... Everyone is looking at it strangely, but at heart, he is still a martial artist."
He stopped clicking, then swayed away with his hands behind his back. Bai Ya had a sullen face, they had no intention of showing off to the spectators. The important point now was which of the two people on the stage was fighting with spells.
Can gain the upper hand. The overwhelming spells dispersed Qi Huan's paper puppets. The oleander flower demon also took away the puppet clones and pointed at the remaining figures one by one. They all saw through the disguise of Qi Huan's remaining paper puppets on the stage.
Almost all of them have been seen through. The fewer human figures there are, the more worried Bai Ya and others are, and they break into a cold sweat.
What they were looking at was the surroundings of the flower demon. The remaining figures were indistinguishable from real to fake, and they didn't know which of them was their friend. These shadows were too similar - the trajectory of their actions as they got closer and closer to their opponents was also very similar.
The number of paper figures suddenly increased and decreased, but they were not exhausted. The flower demon saw the clues that it was the real body hidden somewhere among them, and was constantly recycling the paper figures and then scattering them out. He moved in a flash of smoke.
, do not forget to sigh, or rather ridicule:
"Hide your head and shrink your tail, and have no magnanimity. The light of the firefly also wants to compete with our martial country for glory?"
He rushed over quickly and patted another paper figure. In the smoke and dust, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
Just when the flower demon took action, Qi Huan slapped him on the back! With this blow, people could clearly see through the diffuse smoke that there was a mass of red in it that was about to move. Qi Huan's palm was burning with blazing fire.
.Probably because his own hands were wrapped in white cloth and smeared with something to isolate the fire and prevent himself from being burned.
He knew very well that the flower demon was a tree, and the most fearful spell was fire.
Even Jun Aoyan, who had been a little distracted, jumped up and straightened her back with concern. She saw the flower demon tremble. Just tremble.
The four of them held their breath and heard the flower demon say coldly:
"It's a small trick. This little strength is not enough to kill a chicken. You want to kill me... ugh!"
At this moment, he twitched his fingers extremely quickly, as if he had touched some invisible mechanism. The movement was so small that it was difficult to detect. In an instant, some sharp weapon suddenly pierced the Flower Demon's body, and the metal rubbed against the flesh and muscles.
The sound of fragmentation.
The flower demon lowered his head in disbelief. In the arena where his vision was clear again, the audience he faced all saw the same water stains on his chest and abdomen.
The smoke and sparks all over the place seemed to have solidified, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.
The real Qi Huan could hear the uproar on the other side behind him. As if he didn't hear it, he jerked his hand and pulled out the sharp blade from the twitching body in front of him. Following his movements, liquid dripped down, and the monster
Yi plopped down on his knees on the ring. Vein-like veins appeared on his face. His lips trembled with difficulty, and he raised his head to look at his opponent who was walking around him. At this moment, he could no longer utter any taunts.
Qi Huan knelt down, wiped the hidden sword in his hand on his clothes, and muttered to himself:
"I don't intend to shoot you to death either!"
His voice was not loud, and the people in the audience could not hear him clearly. His friends happened to be standing on the side and saw the whole assassination process clearly. Bai Ya stared straight, while Jun Aoyan slowly closed his eyes and opened his eyes slightly.
lips, and spoke again after a long while:
"Is this the... hidden weapon he polished a few days ago?"
"It seems so." Liu Shenghan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Qi Huan not only polished the hidden weapon a little, but also added a special metal bracelet, which was hidden in the cuffs. He only needed to move a little bit, and a sharp hidden sword would come out of the ring, with great power.
Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, Qi Huan clapped his hands as if nothing had happened and wiped the hidden sword with green juice on his hands. Then, he lightly pushed the hidden sword back and shook his sleeve. Looked again
, he is no different from the empty-handed appearance before.
This casual conversation was almost drowned in the overwhelming boos. Everyone was shouting excitedly and contemptuously, angry about this "sneak attack", angrily blaming the outsider for being invincible and having no martial virtue at all. It was a chaotic noise.
Qi Huan, who had not yet stepped off the stage, naturally understood the general idea and shouted back with his neck straight:
"There are no rules. Who said backstabbing can't work! If you win, you win. I'm willing to admit defeat. We already agreed!"
After saying that, he trotted away and returned to his companions - it was not worthwhile for one person to scold a whole city. He was also greeted by a series of complicated and incomprehensible eyes, especially Bai Ya, who had always been calm and calm.
His face was almost twisted at the moment.
Only Mr. Shuangyue still looked indifferent. At this moment, he gained some energy, raised his eyelids, and looked at Qi Huan with an unprecedented serious look: Wenbi Zhai
"The so-called victory without force is also the great wisdom of martial arts. Since you are risking your life in a showdown, it is a matter of life and death, so it is only about life and death. If you are not willing to be ruthless and ruthless, some even more vicious people will swing their swords at you.
"If you insist on being fair and aboveboard, you will only end up in endless filth and filth." A faint smile appeared on his face, like the cracked traces on the dry river bed, "If I had been strict with my methods, I would have long ago not known where to bury my bones."
I think this little friend has some potential as an assassin. If I have time someday, I won't hesitate to give you some advice."
The most powerful assassin in the world has spoken. No matter how much the mediocre people chatter, it is naturally nothing more than noise.
During their brief conversation, Wu Zuo went on stage to conduct an autopsy, and the arena personnel also hurriedly came, moved the body away, and hastily cleaned the table. The queen on the other side had no expression on her face. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the kiss behind her.
guard.
Beside her, a Shura who was exceptionally tall and muscular took a step forward. He looked unkind and cast provocative glances from the air, as if they were real.
"I'll do it." Liu Shenghan looked at the approaching referee and said, "The one next to Wang, let me wait for a while."
Bai Ya's brows jumped: "Didn't I say earlier that I would capture him to reduce the pressure on you..."
Not only him, Qi Huan and Ao Yan also showed worried looks. Liu Shenghan pressed Ao Yan's shoulders comfortingly.
"It's okay, don't worry."
She stepped forward to meet the referee, said something in front of her opponents, and entered the ring with the tough-looking Shura. Bai Ya sent her off with a frown on his face, while Jun Aoyan's expression could be described as anxious:
"In case... I mean just in case, should we be ready and rush to the stage at any time?"
"This is different from what we promised before." Qi Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, I really didn't expect this just now. Now even if we can save them in time, those Shura have already died and a comrade can just be like this
Forget it?"
Mr. Shuangyue made a rare long speech before, but then he folded his hands silently. The old god stood aside, seemingly not caring about the life and death of his old acquaintance. At this moment, listening to the anxious whispers of the two people, he finally endured
Unable to stop himself, there was a strange movement at the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, he saw Bai Ya, who had not spoken much, also had a stern face, and his hand was touching the knife thoughtfully.
His fingers couldn't help but twitch, as if he wanted to lift them up to hold his forehead. In the end, he just turned his head away and sighed in a medium voice:
"Stop arguing, worry about it. Since I met...Liu Shenghan, I have never seen her suffer."
The person who bears the worries of his friends is still as calm and expressionless as usual. Shura, who is opposite Liu Shenghan, folds his arms and lowers his head in an exaggerated manner, as if looking down at a delicate flower or plant on the ground:
"We are throwing our fists out, but we can't hold them back. If you regret it, get off the stage now, and you can still escape with your life. I don't want my brothers to laugh out loud, just say that I bully human beings, I am still a female streamer
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"I didn't know that the generals around Queen Wu had a lot of gossip." Liu Shenghan raised his eyes calmly, "Fight, I am your opponent."
Shura bared his teeth and smiled. Without warning, he raised his fist and punched Liu Shenghan, and the sound of breaking wind exploded in the air. Liu Shenghan lifted the weight as if it was light, and with a slight sway, he missed the punch by a hair. Unexpectedly, Shura's mouth
Contemptuous, but there was no sign of contempt in his attack. He seemed to have expected it. He bowed and charged quickly, using all his moves before they were used. His fists turned into claws in a flash, and his attack was like a gust of wind and rain, chasing after Liu Shenghan.
In this strong wind, Liu Shenghan was like catkins flying in the air, dodging lightly, looking at the danger again and again, but she didn't let the heavy rain of fists and feet get on her clothes. Her feet kept crossing each other, and her hands were swaying.
As she moved, the paintbrushes were shaken out one after another, floating strangely in the air, flying in response to her gestures, as if they were splashing ink on an invisible canvas, but they didn't know what picture they were tracing.
The surroundings of the arena, which had been quiet for a while, gradually started to buzz with murmurs again, and became more and more intense. Bai Ya understood that the heart-wrenching scene in his own eyes would be extremely boring to these spectators.
One is serious about fighting, the other is hiding wholeheartedly, is it over yet?
Suddenly, the crowd's discussion dropped, and then rose up, like a surging wave. They all noticed that the extremely brave Shura was possessed by some unknown evil, and suddenly his body tilted. He seemed to see something coming,
While leaning forward, he kicked his legs sharply into the air. He almost fell to the ground.
But there was nothing around him except a few pens spinning in the air. Liu Shenghan had already dodged away.
The onlookers were confused, but her friends saw the clues.
"Is she using an illusion?" Jun Aoyan murmured.
Liu Shenghan's figure is as elegant as a dance. There are several paintbrushes floating in the field at this time. However, somehow she can always catch one in her hand. The constantly flying brushes make the scene look like a juggling act, and to the outsiders,
Come, but it is clear and slow, making people unpredictable.
Her opponent was even more confusing. At first, he could cling to Liu Shenghan's shadow, disrupting her rhythm at all times and preventing her from casting spells too leisurely. But he gradually became a person with a lot of chaos.
He looked at him, twisting his waist for a while, gesticulating wildly for a while, and the most suspenseful time, he almost fell off the ring.
In the eyes of the audience, they were like two flies on the stage, running around aimlessly but not colliding with each other. No one paid any attention to them, and more and more people chatted loudly, just to make themselves stronger.
Pull yourself together. No one paid attention to how long this laxity lasted. Suddenly someone exclaimed in surprise. They slapped the people around them vigorously and motioned to watch back to the stage with them.
