Zheng Yuanyuan's eyes turned cold, and she wrapped her hands around the silk that was flying towards her. Just when she was about to pull Chang Yin to her side, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her palm. When she lowered her head, she saw that there was an extra tiny thread on the silk.
needle.
"Uh..." Taking advantage of Zheng Yuanyuan's moment of pain, Chang Yin suddenly pulled away the silk that stayed in her palm.
Going back and forth, Zheng Yuanyuan's palms were scratched with gold foil and were bloody.
"Okay...sister, you played well." Changping clapped his hands fiercely in the audience, his face beaming with joy.
Chang Yin smiled contemptuously at Zheng Yuanyuan, turned her waist, and the silk flew towards her again.
Zheng Yuanyuan quickly dodged and did not dare to catch him again.
But Chang Yin pressed forward step by step and never let go.
Yan Buhuan nimbly stepped into the battle between Chang Yin and Zheng Yuanyuan. Chang Yin glared angrily, then spun Fei Ling in a circle towards Yan Buhuan.
Yan Buhuan moved her steps and turned to the side. The silk brushed her chest and shot towards her. It was so dangerous that she almost got entangled by that ghost thing.
At the critical moment, Zheng Yuanyuan jumped up and aimed at Chang Yin's shoulder and swept away.
Chang Yin left Yan Buhuan and started fighting with Zheng Yuanyuan again. Zheng Yuanyuan was somewhat unconvinced and felt that Chang Yin was cheating, but who would have thought that there were needles like thorns hidden in the soft silk?
But compared with Chang Yin's silk, Yan Buhuan's Silver Moon was more lethal, so she didn't dare to use it without permission.
You can only fight with your bare hands.
Seeing that Zheng Yuanyuan was in unbearable pain, Chang Yin flew up and kicked Zheng Yuanyuan hard on her belly. In an instant, Zheng Yuanyuan flew outside the arena like a kite that had taken off its string. She suddenly turned over and instantly
Bouncing up from the ground.
"I have been defeated." She said sonorously and forcefully. After speaking, she gave Yan Buhuan a meaningful look, meaning to ask her to be careful.
Without Zheng Yuanyuan, Yan Buhuan felt much more relaxed.
The battle was not over yet. Chang Yin had a gloomy face and slowly approached: "It's not too late to admit defeat now."
"Really?" Yan Buhuan smiled at her and rushed towards her like a dragon.
She didn't dare to fight just now because there was Princess Zheng in the middle. Now there are only two of them left, which is not easy to handle.
Chang Yin defeated Zheng Yuanyuan and her morale was greatly increased. Seeing Yan Buhuan rushing over, she calmly shook out the silk and prepared to entangle her.
Who knew that when the silk flew halfway, a flash of silver light flashed, followed by a tearing sound, the silk broke into two halves.
hiss……
The gasps off the court became more and more intense.
Chang Yin was so ashamed and angry that he threw away the other half of the weapon in his hand and rushed towards Yan Buhuan with all his strength.
If even Zheng Yuanyuan can be defeated, who is Yan Buhuan?
Yan Buhuan saw her move and didn't bother, but Chang Yin pressed harder and even wanted to take her life. The two of them exchanged dozens of blows, and Chang Yin aimed his blows at her lifeline.
"It's just a sparring match, what do you mean by your deadly move?" Yan Buhuan turned around, snatched Chang Yin's killing move, and looked at her coldly.
Chang Yin rushed over again and said scornfully: "Don't make excuses here. If you can't defeat me, get out of here."
You are the one who wants to get out!
Yan Buhuan was a little angry. She didn't want to kill them all, not because she was afraid of her, but because she didn't want to see blood in public.
But Chang Yin took Yan Buhuan's humility as cowardice, and when he looked at her, his eyes were more contemptuous and contemptuous than before. Zheng Yuanyuan's eyes turned cold, and she wrapped her hands around the silk that was flying over, just when she wanted to pull Chang Yin away
When I reached my side, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my palm. When I lowered my head, I saw that a tiny needle had appeared on the silk.
"Uh..." Taking advantage of Zheng Yuanyuan's moment of pain, Chang Yin suddenly pulled away the silk that stayed in her palm.
Going back and forth, Zheng Yuanyuan's palms were scratched with gold foil and were bloody.
"Okay...sister, you played well." Changping clapped his hands fiercely in the audience, his face beaming with joy.
Chang Yin smiled contemptuously at Zheng Yuanyuan, turned her waist, and the silk flew towards her again.
Zheng Yuanyuan quickly dodged and did not dare to catch him again.
But Chang Yin pressed forward step by step and never let go.
Yan Buhuan nimbly stepped into the battle between Chang Yin and Zheng Yuanyuan. Chang Yin glared angrily, then spun Fei Ling in a circle towards Yan Buhuan.
Yan Buhuan moved her steps and turned to the side. The silk brushed her chest and shot towards her. It was so dangerous that she almost got entangled by that ghost thing.
At the critical moment, Zheng Yuanyuan jumped up and aimed at Chang Yin's shoulder and swept away.
Chang Yin left Yan Buhuan and started fighting with Zheng Yuanyuan again. Zheng Yuanyuan was somewhat unconvinced and felt that Chang Yin was cheating, but who would have thought that there were needles like thorns hidden in the soft silk?
But compared with Chang Yin's silk, Yan Buhuan's Silver Moon was more lethal, so she didn't dare to use it without permission.
You can only fight with your bare hands.
Seeing that Zheng Yuanyuan was in unbearable pain, Chang Yin flew up and kicked Zheng Yuanyuan hard on her belly. In an instant, Zheng Yuanyuan flew outside the arena like a kite that had taken off its string. She suddenly turned over and instantly
Bouncing up from the ground.
"I have been defeated." She said sonorously and forcefully. After speaking, she gave Yan Buhuan a meaningful look, meaning to ask her to be careful.
Without Zheng Yuanyuan, Yan Buhuan felt much more relaxed.
The battle was not over yet. Chang Yin had a gloomy face and slowly approached: "It's not too late to admit defeat now."
"Really?" Yan Buhuan smiled at her and rushed towards her like a dragon.
She didn't dare to fight just now because there was Princess Zheng in the middle. Now there are only two of them left, which is not easy to handle.
Chang Yin defeated Zheng Yuanyuan and her morale was greatly increased. Seeing Yan Buhuan rushing over, she calmly shook out the silk and prepared to entangle her.
Who knew that when the silk flew halfway, a flash of silver light flashed, followed by a tearing sound, the silk broke into two halves.
hiss……
The gasps off the court became more and more intense.
Chang Yin was so ashamed and angry that he threw away the other half of the weapon in his hand and rushed towards Yan Buhuan with all his strength.
If even Zheng Yuanyuan can be defeated, who is Yan Buhuan?
Yan Buhuan saw her move and didn't bother, but Chang Yin pressed harder and even wanted to take her life. The two of them exchanged dozens of blows, and Chang Yin aimed his blows at her lifeline.
"It's just a sparring match, what do you mean by your deadly move?" Yan Buhuan turned around, snatched Chang Yin's killing move, and looked at her coldly.
Chang Yin rushed over again and said scornfully: "Don't make excuses here. If you can't defeat me, get out of here."
You are the one who wants to get out!
Yan Buhuan was a little angry. She didn't want to kill them all, not because she was afraid of her, but because she didn't want to see blood in public.
But Chang Yin took Yan Buhuan's humility as cowardice, and when he looked at her, his eyes were more contemptuous and contemptuous than before.
