199. Chapter 199 Confession of General and Prime Minister 2
It seems that there must have been too many fierce battles in these three days. Look at Liu Yue's body. I don't know how difficult it was to come here, but as long as I come, it will be fine and I will be alive.
Without waiting for instructions from the middle-aged man next to him, he immediately nodded towards the host on the ring.
As soon as the host received the instructions from the Lord of Yishui City, he didn't care about the livid faces of the three people in the ring next to him, and immediately said loudly: "Okay, since Liu Yue has not given up, then the last competition will begin. This is the first place in the world.
No. Let’s see who wins.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yue walked in and jumped onto the ring. The murderous aura in her body almost melted away in the heat of spring, and the whole ring was filled with air-conditioning.
When the host saw this, he jumped down quickly. It seemed that Liuyue was coming in a rage, so he didn't want to bring disaster to him, a fish in the pond.
On the ring, the three people were originally standing in three directions. When Liu Yue came up, she was immediately surrounded by the three people.
Without any reminder, without any gesture, the three of them all regarded Liuyue as their opponent, an opponent who needed to work together to eliminate them.
Liu Yue jumped onto the stage without even looking at the three people surrounding her. She raised her pipa in her hand and without saying a word, grabbed the strings and struck with five fingers with a bang.
The sound of the pipa is extremely clear and crisp, not as thick as the sound of the piano, not as elegant as the guzheng, but a crisp, continuous ups and downs and range.
The ancient pipa song, ambush from all sides, immediately poured down from the flying five fingers, with ferocious murderous intent and soaring excitement.
The wind blade flew out from Liu Yue's fingertips and flew overlapping in three directions.
It is no longer a single tone without a tone, nor is it boring without a melody.
That kind of smoothness, that kind of flying killing blows, that kind of passionate tune, the passion reveals that it is indeed a continuous wind blade and an absolute murderous intention.
Her black hair was flying, her gray robe was swaying lightly in the wind, and murderous aura surrounded Liu Yue, like a whirlpool, a whirlpool that could bring about huge waves.