Mo Li stood up and stabbed out diagonally with the wooden sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword stabbed Chu Jian's right wrist straight.
If Chu Jian didn't take action, the sword would hit his wrist.
Chu Jian is a swordsman. If this hand is broken, the person will naturally be disabled!
He won the match but lost one of his hands. He was not that stupid yet, so he changed his move again, raised the sword's edge, and aimed directly at Mo Li's throat.
This sword is as fast as lightning.
The sword wind blew up, and the lights in the entire greenhouse flickered violently.
Already hovering at the peak of the heavenly level, the full blow of the strong man who is about to touch the threshold of the holy level, even if he does not use his true energy, cannot be underestimated.
Feeling the power of this sword, the girls all squeezed the silk handkerchiefs in their hands.
Xu Zixiao also had an angry look on his face and clenched his fists.
Mo Li remained calm, and the half of his face exposed outside the mask was so calm that there was no wave at all.
Seeing Chu Jian's sword thrust, she just let go of her left hand holding the cane, clenched it into a fist and smashed the finger with the panda ring on it.
The wooden stick tilted slowly and fell on the bluestone floor, making a soft sound.
Mo Li's fist had also hit Chu Jian's wooden sword. How could a wooden sword be stronger than the baby's skin?
There was only a crunching sound, and the wooden sword broke into pieces, turning into countless sawdust and flying up.
At the same time, Mo Li's sword was already like a cheetah, waiting for the opportunity to move and stab Chu Jian's right leg diagonally.
With this sword, Chu Jian used defense as offense. He originally thought that as soon as this sword came out, she would inevitably retreat, but he never thought that she would break the power of his sword in such a fierce way.
Feeling the opponent's wooden sword coming like lightning, Chu Jian raised his leg to avoid it.
Mo Li curled his lips slightly, turned his wrist slightly, and turned his sword into a slap, hitting his side knee hard.
If it had been anyone else, this sword would probably break the inside of the leg. Fortunately, Chu Jian had strong energy and escaped from the broken bones. However, he was already on the ground on one leg. If he received another blow, it would be difficult to sustain it.
Only by balancing and jumping out of the circle diagonally uncontrollably can you stabilize your body shape.
Standing on the silk handkerchief with the independent posture of a golden rooster, Mo Li smiled and cupped his hands to him, "Mr. Chu, I accept!"
Chu Jian lowered his face and returned a salute to her in shame, then turned around and bowed to Ming Lie, "Thank you for your appreciation, Your Highness. Chu Jian has not yet perfected his swordsmanship and has no shame to stay with Your Highness anymore. I'll say goodbye now. I'm so grateful for your appreciation."
, I’ll report back tomorrow!”
After that, he straightened up and walked out of the greenhouse without looking back.
Li Qiye didn't expect that this person would have such a temperament, and he admired him a little more.
Xu Zixiao had already stood up, put the crutches back into her hands, and respectfully helped her back to Mingwei's side.
Mingwei was naturally in a good mood at this time, and poured a glass of wine for her personally, "Mo Li, I respect you for this glass!"
Seeing that her son had been embarrassed again, Queen Joan of Arc immediately picked up the jug and filled Ming Yihui with wine, "It's boring to fight and kill, why don't the emperor just write a poem, how about it?!"
"Okay!" Ming Yihui and the queen, who had always been on good terms, smiled and said, "The moon is sunny today, why not, let's make this the theme of the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival!"
"The Taifu has always been known as a poet, why not ask the Taifu to compose one first!" The queen lost no time in creating opportunities for her son.
Reciting poems and guessing lantern riddles is a routine program during the Lantern Festival in the palace. All civil servants and talents have been waiting for this part.
She believed that Zhuge Zhi, who had always been known as a poet, must have been prepared for it.