Xue Ning's face lit up with joy when she was shouted out like this. She was immediately grabbed by the small sword, and the inner energy contained in her left palm was printed directly on her chest, and the inner energy poured out wildly.
"puff--"
The strength of both parties was already slightly inferior to that of Xu Ning, so of course they suffered a loss due to this distraction. They were immediately blown away by this strong internal force, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air.
The face of the man who had spoken before tightened, he patted his horse and jumped into the air. He transformed into Changhong and caught up with Xue Ning who was knocked away. With a gentle movement of his right hand, he took the girl into his arms and slowly landed on the ground softly.
Asked: "Xue Ning, is everything okay?"
Xue Ning's face was filled with joy and she said sweetly: "You're here, I have nothing to do, so I have to rely on you today!"
"Your affairs are my affairs, leave it to me to handle from now on!"
The man turned to look at Xiao Jian and sneered: "A horse thief is a horse thief, and it is your nature to use secret tricks behind your back. I'm afraid you people have no way to survive this time. Should you wipe your necks yourself or should I do it?"
The small sword returned to its sheath, folded his hands, and said disdainfully: "When will Chang Minghui dare to fight against us? It turns out that he recruited one of the top ten Qingqianjian, but Qingqingjian has a lover, and he debuted
I'm afraid you have many girls in your hands by now, wouldn't Gang Leader Xuening accompany his ruthless brother to seduce Feng Cai before bringing him under his pomegranate skirt?"
"Bastard!" Xue Ning was furious, her face was cold. She met this ruthless sword at an event. They had a strange feeling when they met. She has been with him for only two months, even helping him.
The member was killed and there was no time to say hello. It was not until last week that he went to Wushan with Wuqingjian. However, the two of them seemed to be in love with each other. Being said to be so unfavorable naturally made him feel angry.
Qingqingjian smiled and said: "Xiaojian is really a bit mean. What does the matter between me and Xuening have to do with you, the horse thief? How can a murderer and a swindler understand my relationship with Xuening? Don't be complacent. I will let you survive."
You can’t die without wishing!”
Xiaojian glanced at the players around him, and he was inevitably a little worried. He was not worried about his own life or death, but about the dozen brothers who had lived and died with him. He didn't want to risk their lives for himself. He pondered for a while and said:
"Qingqingjian, I respect you as one of the top ten. This time I will fight you alone. If I lose, I will let you do whatever you want. But you have to let these brothers of mine go. In your eyes, I am the greatest."
Fish, they’re just little shrimps!”
"Hey, Xiao Jian, the bloody mercenary, can also beg for help? We have the advantage, do you think I will let you go?" Xuening hummed with a proud look on her face, as if she had already seen the scene of Xiao Jian being tortured.
Xiao Jian didn't even look at Xue Ning, he just stared at Qing Wu Jian quietly. This suggestion was almost a challenge to Qing Qing Jian, but the stakes were not small, and the risk of losing was huge.
"Okay!" A smile appeared on Qingqingjian's handsome face, and he nodded: "But your subordinates can't leave, otherwise what if they go to find helpers? Wouldn't we suffer a big loss!"
Xiaojian responded: "Okay, they can just stand aside!"
Xiaojian understood that as long as Wuqingjian agreed, it would be fine. People like them like to use tricks, but they don't bother to go back on their word. After all, their target is themselves, and as long as they don't leave, they won't hurt these brothers.
Although the faces of the bloody mercenaries showed unwillingness, they also understood that their boss was trying to protect them, so naturally they would not rush in and fight with others in a ruthless manner. Sometimes it is best to leave one life behind.
practice.
A dozen or so people slowly retreated to one side, and the people from the Changming Association also retreated, leaving several feet of space for them to use.
Wu Qingjian let go of Xue Ning in his arms and said softly: "Just wait for me for a moment. When I take care of this ant, I'll let you vent your anger as you please. You can do whatever you want, as long as you like!"
Xue Ning smiled happily, nodded and said, "Then be careful!"
Xiaojian still held the sword in his arms and sneered: "Have you two been entangled enough? If you want to have fun, go to a hotel in the city. Don't show off your affection here. I really doubt how long you can play with Wuqingjian.
!”
"Since you are so anxious to die, I will help you!"
Qingqingjian has a good foundation. He was not angered by Xiaojian's repeated sarcasm. At least on the surface, he was not happy or angry. In Ye Cheng's opinion, he was considered good. When he is angry, his heart will be disturbed, and if his heart is disturbed, the sword will be in chaos.
, at that time, even if he was a step or two ahead of his opponent, he might not be sure to win.
Wu Qingjian put his right hand on the hilt and walked forward slowly. Every step he took was very measured and straight, so even the small sword that wanted to sneak attack could not find a chance.
Ye Cheng, like the spectators beside him, thought that these top ten players were pretty decent, at least much higher than the average players. In terms of skills and understanding, the top ten players were still the top ten players.
Xiaojian frowned slightly, unable to find an opportunity for a sneak attack. In his opinion, it was normal. The opponent's calmness put some invisible pressure on him, and he felt that every step closer to his opponent brought discomfort to him.
With a little pressure, he realized that there was still a gap between himself and his opponent. He slowly drew out his long sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the Ruthless Sword to increase his power.
Ye Cheng shook his head slightly. In his opinion, the little sword had been defeated. Being timid before fighting was a taboo among soldiers. Using his own sword power to resist the opponent's momentum was a good method, but his
But in his heart he did not hold the determination to fight to the death.
The imposing manner of Wu Qingjian's footwork, coupled with his tall and straight figure and relaxed expression, naturally revealed an impressive demeanor.
After a few steps, he suddenly stood still, looking up to the sky and roaring. Suddenly, his voice echoed throughout the east gate, as if it was all-pervasive, lingering around everyone, highlighting his impressive internal strength.
Xiaojian really couldn't wait any longer. In his opinion, if he didn't wait for one more second, his opponent's momentum would increase by one point. When the opponent's momentum reached the extreme, he might very well be killed instantly.
Thinking of this, he struck out with his long sword and transformed into a cold light.
At the same time, the Wuqingjian drew his sword and came out at the same time.
Two invisible and soundless energies clashed together before the swords touched each other, and then there was a forceful fight without any tricks, causing a roar.
The small sword suddenly floated away and stood horizontally.
His face was slightly flushed and his brows were furrowed deeper. The only thing that made Ye Cheng feel good was that his body was still standing straight. His body was not straight and burly, but he still stood tenaciously. Maybe this was the horse thief's body.
characteristic.
The ruthless sword stood motionless, but his upper body swayed slightly, with a secret smile on his face. He understood that he would definitely win this time, and what he was thinking about now was just how to win beautifully and win effortlessly.
With one move, the strength of both sides was clearly divided. The spectators also sighed softly, thinking that this bloody mercenary, one of the top ten, was just like this.
What will the location look like?
Xiaojian looked unmoved and shouted in a low voice: "The Qingqingjian is indeed quite powerful. It is worthy of being one of the top ten. I have learned a lesson today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative again.
Wu Qingjian snorted coldly: "It's just useless resistance. The gap between you and me cannot be bridged by courage!"
The long sword faced the attack of the small sword, and the sword was slashed diagonally from the left. It was quite subtle considering his strength.
This seemingly ordinary sword was nothing in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Ye Cheng's eyes, it was a brilliant sword. It not only blocked Xiaojian's path, but also covered his upper body. If Xiaojian dared to take risks,
If you force a breakthrough, you may suffer from his continuous offensive until death.
Xiao Jian has seen the world, and knows the mystery behind this sword. His eyes are blazing, and the moment his right foot is about to land, he accelerates his movement laterally. The sharp sword in his hand turns into several rays of cold light, and strikes the ruthless sword's neck.
On the right rib, this sudden sword strike was extremely thrilling.
The onlookers among the players all exclaimed, this sword was extremely thrilling, Xiao Jian's head could barely avoid being decapitated by just a hair's breadth. It was really the style of a horse thief, making dangerous moves, with equal risks and benefits.
As if the Wuqingjian anticipated the opponent's movements, his body turned violently, and the long sword's energy flew forward, hitting the two swords directly. The sword's power increased, and a ray of energy cut into Xiao Jian's arm, leaving a trail.
Bloodstain sneered: "Xiaojian, you are a bandit leader, you just like to do such sneaky things, this is called stealing chicken but losing rice!"
The small sword and the long sword turned around, leaving a sword net in front of him, barely blocking the opponent's offensive, but there were still a few scars on his body, and he immediately counterattacked: "Why are you on the defensive today? Did you do it last night with a bitch?"
Is your hand so weak that you can’t even use the sword?"
"With the power of words, let me show you the swordsmanship of my White Camel Villa!" The ruthless sword withdrew its long sword fiercely, and attacked again in an instant. This attack was extremely terrifying, like a light snake, fierce
It tore a hole in Xiaojian's sword net, and the long sword followed the trend, leaving a blood groove deep enough to the bone on Xiaojian's chest.
Xiaojian suffered such a heavy blow, his body staggered, and he fell backwards. His feet suddenly stopped, he bowed, and used his backhand to lift the lower body of Wuqingjian. If he was hit, he would probably have to spend money to repair the fifth
Got a leg.
"Shameless!" Wu Qingjian could only stop the pursuit. The long sword was pressed down and turned sharply upward. Between the retraction and the release, he immediately pushed the small sword to the ground and laughed loudly: "This is called a wild dog.
Roll on the floor!”
The bloody mercenaries looked angry and cursed, then drew out their weapons and stepped forward.
"How dare you!" Xue Ning shouted loudly: "If you charge forward, you will be considered a breach of trust and we will kill you immediately!"
"Go back!" Xiaojian leaned on the sword and stopped the bleeding on his chest. He shouted with stern eyes: "You all will watch the battle today, so that you don't want to make progress in the future!"
Ye Cheng gave a rare laugh. This little sword was somewhat bloody, and he could be considered a man. However, the gap in strength was still quite large. Sometimes courage really cannot be used as a sword.
There was a smile on Wuqingjian's face, and he took three steps in succession. The long sword in his hand was changing, and the flying energy enveloped Xiaojian's whole body, directly blocking all his escape routes. He probably wanted to fight with him.
In a head-on fight, relying on the depth of internal strength, it is estimated that dozens of moves can resolve the battle.
Xiaojian's eyes were red, but his blood was aroused by the repeated blows. He closed the sword and stood tightly in a small space. Although the scars on his body were increasing, his life was not in danger. He dodged to the left and right.
, but it is somewhat like a horse thief's tactics. When the enemy is strong, he will wander around to look for opportunities. When the opponent reveals a flaw, he will swoop in with his sword and deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.
