They didn't know what to say about the farce in their eyes. It was over at this time, or it had reached its climax. The Shura also had a ridiculous look on his face, looking down at the woman in front of him, and the... shot she was pressing against his heart.
Pen.
It's just a pen.
"Isn't it?" He sneered, "You want to do some kind of sneak attack or assassination like your low-class accomplice? Why, you are so scared that you don't know that what you are holding is just a pen?"
"I know."
He heard this woman's voice suddenly become sinister. But in fact, her tone had remained unchanged from beginning to end.
He had no time to think about it, and he no longer had the chance. The excruciating pain penetrated his heart before he finished speaking. Originally, Sheng Han was holding the pen from below with his hand, and the pen holder was really ordinary.
The strong Shura is as brittle as a reed.
But at that time, as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly let go of her hand completely, and before the pen fell, she slapped the front end of the pen with her palm. Small white flowers bloomed from the hair on her hand, and then the pen was pushed hard.
Pushing, it pierced the opponent's heart easily like a long needle.
Dead silence.
Compared with the noise when Qi Huan won, the entire arena was as quiet as a cemetery at this time, with no sound and thousands of horses in silence. Liu Shenghan's expression was almost bored. She shook off the blood on the pen in her hand, and in the silence
Li waved and gathered all the brushes back on his body.
The huge Shura slowly fell down, causing the arena to tremble, like a mountain collapsing.
The referee had already reached the four of them, and at this moment he whispered to Bai Ya:
"This... the situation is not good. What everyone wants to see is real swords and guns, and punches to the flesh. But now, you have won two games, but you are using all tricks..."
"Your grandparents risked their lives, but you still care whether the audience is happy enough or not?" Bai Ya looked at him sideways.
He didn't mean to threaten. As a result, the monster's little ears parted, and if you look closely, you can see that the tips of its fur are trembling:
"It's really... I really didn't mean it. I was just being rude. I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry!"
After that, he quickly ran to the ring and called for the personnel to clear the place.
This result seemed to be expected by Lord Shuangyue, which made him quite bored and twirled his knuckles idly. The remaining three people welcomed Liu Shenghan who returned to their midst and simply congratulated her on her victory.
The atmosphere in the Shura Room was much more depressing. The queen did not hide her expression of fear, and remained as silent as a cicada. She raised the Senhan hook knife high, grabbed the fallen handle, and wedged the blade into the ground beneath her feet.
"Next round."
While the arena was still busy cleaning up, Liu Shenghan held Jun Aoyan's hand.
"I know you're going to do this...but I still want you to think about it again."
The opponent that Jun Aoyan wanted to choose was completely within everyone's expectations and within reason. But this situation was something that none of them wanted to see. Qi Huan touched his sleeves, and there was still some wet juice on them, which was dry and caked on
There, the dry and rough feeling when touched was terrifying. He got some goosebumps, wrinkled his face, and advised Liu Shenghan together:
"Yes, Miss Jun, no one can predict the severity of a martial arts competition. It would be nice to have a clear winner, but if there is any conflict, no matter which one of you bumps into each other, it won't look good."
"Under the Queen... I don't know about the others, but I know that person very well. Even though he is old, he is not easy to get rid of. Regardless of his style or methods, he is a tough guy. Among us, I am the most suitable to deal with him.
We should also come to an end with the candidate."
Jun Aoyan finished speaking in one breath and walked towards the referee. His friend behind him knew that he could not stop him, so he could only shake his head and sigh.
In the noisy arena, they could not hear the voices of their companions who were walking away, but when Aoyan stood still facing the queen and her party, they seemed to be able to hear her powerful words:
"In this case, I asked the general for advice on the man named Jun..."
When Jun Aoyan stepped onto the ring carrying the heavy Mo Dao, the chatter all around suddenly became clear. The sound of the soldiers dragging on the ground was rough and harsh, which made them regain their energy. They stretched their necks to look at this woman.
, and the heavy troops in her hands. This one seems to be a fierce general, right?
Who is her opponent? The busybodies kept looking around, and when they saw the people sent by their own country, they were stunned.
Qi Huan grimaced as he heard a crowd of jeers coming from nearby:
"He is really a paper tiger who looks glamorous on the outside. He puts on more beautiful flower arrangements than anyone else, but he only dares to pick one person to beat him!"
"This old man has a beard and his hair has turned white. This girl is just a timid girl, but she still doesn't respect the elderly?"
The scoffers seem to have forgotten the fact that they are human beings.
Due to the official guards, this group of people could only shout outside the court, but the noise was really noisy. Even the referee was tired of it and yelled down from the stage:
"Just watch Ansheng. What do you know? You only talk about it! Have you completely forgotten about that person back then?"
After all, he was a monster who had already cultivated a human form. He was so angry that he shouted a few words in his Dantian, so that it would not be a problem for the people in the noisy to hear. Sensing that the commotion around him had subsided, Qi Huan grinned:
"He was talking about your father back then, right? I don't know how long the old man has been here. After so many years, his power has not diminished. You said that if your father-in-law comes, it won't mean that nothing will happen to us... huh?
Where are the old white men?”
Behind him was Mr. Shuangyue, who was facing the ring in a daze with boredom. He focused his eyes for a moment, glanced at Qi Huan, shook his head, and wandered away again, just waiting for the competition to begin.
"I didn't notice." Shenghan smiled faintly, "Go and relieve yourself." 139
The next moment, fierce cheers erupted from all around.
The referee had not yet settled down in the audience. Jun Aoyan swung his sword and rushed to the other end of the ring. His momentum was like a rainbow. Jun Luanjiu's momentum was even worse. He started late, but he was faster.
On the front line. The sharp blades in their hands flashed with cold light. The sun was sinking little by little, but the weapons were rising inch by inch.
In the center of the ring, two people each held their own weapons and collided with each other.
The swords clashed with each other, causing an ear-piercing sound. Both Aoyan and Jun Luanjiu couldn't help shouting angrily. Under the huge force, they were all shaken back together. There was no moment to breathe, not even a look in the eye. The father and daughter once again
Waving weapons, using fists and kicks, he kills the opponent like a stranger or an enemy without showing any mercy.
Jun Luanjiu wields a long gun. The paint surface of the gun barrel is full of fine wear and tear, and its dark red color is like drinking the enemy's blood. Although the head of the gun is also covered with scratches, it has been properly maintained and still shines coldly. The long gun and Mo
Knives are not the first choice for close combat, but in the small space of this arena, they will
Their respective soldiers waved vigorously, slashing and stabbing, greeting each other with all their strength, and deflecting the wind-throwing blades that covered their heads and faces. Then came the punches and kicks, which they had no time to take care of, and no intention to dodge. As long as
You can't waste your fighting power. Injury is just an inevitable price in battle.
The fighting and clashing of soldiers and the loud ringing shattered all the excited shouts and shouts of the outsiders. They would not have heard it at all.
The atmosphere was much more lively and noisy than the previous two games. Liu Shenghan raised his head and looked carefully. Both father and daughter had tense faces, and deep lines were drawn at the corners of their mouths, as if the cracks were nothing but iron armor.
There was a fragile gap on the face and it was welded shut. They did not talk, only the weapons in their hands shouted for them.
"Gun..."
Amid the commotion of the spectators, Liu Shenghan heard the subtle sigh of Lord Shuangyue beside him.
It was time to feed, and the blazing sun slid down inch by inch on the sky as if it was tired. However, the two people fighting did not see any decrease in physical strength, and they were still fighting head-on. Ao Yan received another heavy knee blow on his flank, just like before.
It was the same countless times, she didn't dodge or dodge, she just shouted loudly, burst out with great strength in response to the pain, swung her long weapon quickly, and hit Jun Luan's wine gun hard.
The barrel of the gun was opened together with Jun Luanjiu's arm. But this time, it was completely different from before.
Both sides of the battle heard a crisp sound, and immediately, the resistance imposed on Mo Dao was gone.
She couldn't hold back her momentum for a moment and threw herself towards Jun Luanjiu. In an instant, the long knife hit the ground. Jun Aoyan did a somersault and stood firmly on his feet. When she looked back, the head of the gun was spinning, already
He flew out of the ring and disappeared.
Jun Luanjiu was still where he was. His expression didn't change at all. He just pushed the barrel of the gun into the ground, glanced at the broken joint at the top, and then turned his eyes back to his opponent. Jun Aoyan also stared at him and raised his hand.
Wiping away the hair stuck to the side of the face and the blood and sweat stuck to the corners of the mouth:
"Your weapon is broken. Do you still want to fight? Give up now. I will win this round. Let's stop here."
They all heard the noise outside the arena, cheering continuously, shouting for the loser to step down, and instigating the winner to cut off the loser's head. All of this had nothing to do with them. The two of them were still on guard, looking at each other with dead eyes.
Locking the opponent, like a proud beast, vowing to knock the opponent to the ground and expose his weakness.
"As a soldier, you will either win or die." Jun Luanjiu's breath was a little urgent, but his voice was still as deep as iron. "If you still have a breath, you should fight to the end. There is nothing in your hands."
He lifted his hand, and the gun shaft danced between his palms, unleashing a dazzling set of stick techniques.
"The people are here, the soldiers are here. Our battle is not over."
Jun Aoyan suppressed her blush, raised her knife and pointed it forward, biting the words and said bitterly:
"You really are a soldier!"
From all around the arena, the cheers and cheers rose again.
Several miles away.
There was silence around Bai Ya. This place was far away from the arena. He didn't know what was going on there, and he had no intention of daydreaming. He walked silently in the shadows, and under the roof beams where the west-slanting sun couldn't shine, there was a faint glow.
Waves of coldness arose, stimulating his senses.
At another corner, he stopped walking. It was very quiet. He could only hear his own heartbeat and his long, light breath. Little by little, he turned half of his face sideways, and his eyes roamed the road ahead.
There is no guard.
Bai Ya loosened his fingers on the handle of the knife. Suddenly, a dangerous intuition rushed through his spine.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the darkened roof. Something was swaying and crawling among the pale beams.
It was a huge, irregular, indescribable shadow.
——A terrible monster.
"I think...my words are not nice, but Miss Jun is no match for the general."
The knot between Qi Huan's brows never loosened from the beginning to the end. He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he whispered to Mr. Shuangyue. The latter rarely concentrated attentively, and listened to these words without moving his eyes, and said in his mouth:
"He's keeping his hand."
Qi Huan understood that this meant that Jun was drunk. He sighed:
"But Aoyan is very stubborn. If they keep fighting like this, I don't know how they can stand up."
"The physical strength is exhausted, or one of the parties is seriously injured in the end - it can only be her." Lord Shuangyue shook his head gently, "It's troublesome."
The sun had already set in the west, spreading out a blood-red halo. The two people in the ring were unaware of it. They only knew that their vision was dizzy and red, maybe it was the blood soaked from the wounds on their foreheads and corners of their eyes. The sky and the earth were shaking in their eyes.
There are all overlapping blocks of color, but only one human figure remains clear, and that is the target to be knocked down.
