Zhao Yu's eyes were like torches and he glared at Yan Buhuan. When he saw the blood seeping from her waist, the smile on his lips gradually widened.
It turned out that she had been holding on for dear life.
Let's see how long she can last.
"Take the move!"
After saying that, she flew over with a flying kick. Yan Buhuan stepped back and dodged the blow. However, she was slapped on the back by Zhao Yu. She staggered forward a few steps, turned around and glared at Zhao Yu.
Royal.
The dead kid does have two brushes.
She must kill him before her blood dries out.
"Unhappy, all this energy comes from the heart, and the surface of the humerus is wrapped with silk."
This is a Kung Fu that is not very lethal, but very difficult to break. Zhao Yu's boxing technique is strong, so he can only use soft Kung Fu to overcome strength.
After Yan Buhuan received it, she immediately rushed forward. In an instant, the arm she waved out was like a piece of flexible silk. Zhao Yu punched it, but it seemed to hit a ball of cotton.
…
I don’t know how long it took, but the rain stopped and the raindrops gradually turned into embroidery needles.
Zhao Yu and Yan Buhuan still couldn't tell the winner. Both of them were injured. At this time, they were panting and sitting in two corners of the ring, staring at each other eagerly.
Since no one fell, the outcome was unknown, so the game continued.
Several emperors couldn't help but feel worried when they saw this posture. They refused to come down even if they were injured. What would happen if something happened to them? After several rounds of discussions, everyone agreed to let the royal doctor go up first to look at the injuries of the two of them.
So a picture like this appeared.
"I'll use Zhao Yanhuan to turn back Po Tianliu!" Yan Buhuan said loudly while being bandaged.
Zhao Yu, who was sitting on the opposite side of her, was not to be outdone: "The mysterious building is empty with stars and moon. I will beat you."
"Holding the moon and returning to the court, we marched in all directions, sweeping thousands of armies like a rolling mat." Yan Buhuan immediately responded.
The imperial doctor on the side twitched his lips when he heard this. Is this okay?
The medicine was applied, the bandage was bandaged, and no one looked strange.
After more than a dozen moves, Yan Buhuan suddenly shouted: "Please think carefully before making your decision. Can you stop me from swallowing mountains and rivers with just one move of Moon Worshiping Corridor?"
Zhao Yu waved away the imperial doctor beside him and said loudly: "Why can't you stop it? My move is very fast."
"How fast can it be?" Yan Buhuan also stood up.
Zhao Yudao: "It must be faster than you."
Facing this unreasonable little brat, Yan Buhuan put aside his self-cultivation and said, "Are you faster than me? You damn kid, if it wasn't for your young age, I would have slapped you long ago."
"Come here and slap me, and see if I don't beat you until your teeth are all over the floor." Zhao Yu waved his fist and said fiercely.
"Damn kid, you're looking for death."
"Come on, come here." Zhao Yu leaned out half of his body.
Upon seeing this, Zhao's imperial doctor quickly used all his strength to hold down the excited Zhao Yu: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please calm down, the wound is still bleeding."
Yan Buhuan's situation was similar. The wound on her waist had not been treated yet. She had to bandage it again because she moved just now.
But Yan Buhuan didn't care, and showed a stubborn attitude: "Come here, you brat, if you have the guts, come here."
Zhao Yu was now being suppressed by six imperial doctors. It was difficult for him to move his hands and feet. Unless he flew over, he could not move.
"Your Highness, please calm down. The Emperor is watching from the stands."
Zhao Yucai didn't care about that much: "Let me go, let me go, and you can bandage it after I'm done."
