Throwing away the sword in his hand, he stared at the woman in front of him, "Sister, I'm very scared. Alas, she can't do anything anymore. She can only dance like this. So, sister, you can forget it in a while.
Even if you want to cut me and hurt others, you must be merciful. Ahh... people are really scared..."
When Chunhua heard this, she became even more proud.
Fukanghui, who was standing behind Xuanyuan Jianxiong, looked quite ugly.
After all, being a slave is too embarrassing, it is tantamount to slapping the master in the face.
He and Xuanyuan Jianxiong both know whether Mu Yuyao has any kung fu.[
As for the strange dance that Mu Yuyao usually practiced, the two of them had never seen her true ability.
Therefore, Fuk Kanghui is a hundred worried that this girl will be really embarrassed this time.
On the other hand, Xuanyuan Jianxiong was sitting there calmly, looking calm and relaxed, as if all this was nothing at all.
Shaking his head, Fu Kanghui had to admire him. The master is the master. At least this kind of self-cultivation cannot be cultivated by him.
The sonorous music sounded, the kind of music that agitates people's hearts.
Just listening to this music gives me a feeling of excitement.
The two women, one red and one blue, looked at each other and started dancing together.
Mu Yuyao can't do other dances, but she can still do Tai Chi.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone now, she just wants to protect herself and complete the mission without causing embarrassment.
But Chunhua thought differently. She just wanted to teach this slave who dared to humiliate herself a harsh lesson.
After all, she is the young owner of Furong Villa and the future successor.
The two of them danced peacefully at first.
However, after a while, as the rhythm of the music became faster, Chunhua's sword power also obviously accelerated.
With a whoosh of the sword, Mu Yuyao's clothes were cut open.
The cool feeling on her elbows really reminded Mu Yuyao that if she didn't think about it now, she was afraid that this woman would really cut her clothes off piece by piece.
She smiled calmly, held her breath, and regained her composure.
Bao Yuan returned to the field and began to dance calmly.
Tai Chi, combined with the tango dance of the previous life, Mu Yuyao's sword, actually danced with style.
Whoosh...[
Chunhua, who was still proud of herself, felt a chill on her back. Without turning around, she knew that she had been struck by Mu Yuyao's sword.
She was horrified inside, because she had just seen her wandering behind her, but before she could turn around, she was hit like this.
This was just the beginning, and she hadn't waited for her reaction.
Dong Dong...
As soon as the music started playing, another one hit me on my waist.
That cool feeling, so strong.
As a result, Chunhua really couldn't stand it anymore.
Her originally elegant and beautiful dance was instantly disrupted. Now she just wants to get her face back as soon as possible.
He quickly attacked Mu Yuyao with one sword after another.
What was originally a dance, in this moment, turned into a sparring match.
The group of people stopped drinking and looked at the two people on the court stupidly.
The woman named Luo felt embarrassed, so she shouted softly, "Hua'er, please don't be rude."
His eyes quietly glanced at Xuanyuan Jianxiong aside, who just sat there calmly and drank slowly.
It seems that he doesn't care about all this at all.
The owner of the village, Luo, looked at them without saying anything, and stopped intercepting them.
Mu Yuyao, who was on the field, had only one thought in her heart: to unite her mind, dance in the hearts of the people, and return to the field with her soul in her arms...
The person opposite is your target.
One hand dances the sword, and the other hand moves in tacit coordination.
A stream of air whizzed through her palm, blocking Luo Chunhua's fierce attack.
But the sword in her other hand was slashing towards Luo Chunhua's body one after another.
After the dance ended, what everyone saw was that Luo Chunhua's clothes had changed into the same style...