The light of her sword also fluttered like snowflakes; the position of the sword blade changed strangely, as if attacking Xu Ming from all directions at the same time.
“So poignant!”
When the sword light enveloped him, Xu Ming felt a strong sense of regret.
The regret in Chi Xue's heart was actually revealed through her sword moves, fluttering like snowflakes on the ring.
And the strange thing is that only Xu Ming seems to be able to feel the regret hidden in the "Sword Dance". The masters outside the ring, even Wen Mantuo, Old Man Yunqi, Gu Hanmo, etc., did not notice it at all, but
I think Chi Xue's sword moves are just weird.
"This 'Snow Dance' is really amazing. If my cultivation was equal to hers, I might not be able to take it!" Xu Ming was surprised, "But unfortunately, my cultivation is too far ahead of her!"
Because of the crushing cultivation, Xu Ming only felt that although Chi Xue's sword trajectory was strange, it was slow and leisurely; he could easily avoid it. However, the strong regret contained in the sword dance
Thoughts hit Xu Ming all the time.
Xu Ming did not immediately attack Chi Xue, but kept running through the gaps between his attacks, dodging like a phantom.
In this way, Chi Xue also got more opportunities to use sword moves.
In addition, Chi Xue's opponent was Xu Ming, so her name naturally spread quickly among the major forces. It would only take a day or two for her name to spread throughout Feiyun City.
After a long dance, Chi Xue sadly gave up and stepped off the stage.
Xu Ming walked off the stage as the winner.
When Chi Xue was about to return to the Yunwu Pavilion area, she couldn't help but look back at Xu Ming. She knew that the Snow Dance she just danced was probably a farewell dance between her and Xu Ming.
.
Looking at Chi Xue's lonely back, Xu Ming just sighed softly: "People always have to take responsibility for what they have done, and even pay the price! What's more, I am not Xu Ming, but Xu Ming; you are
Xu Ming’s Chi Xue is not my Xu Ming’s Chi Xue! And...if I were still that good-for-nothing Xu Ming, you might not change your mind, let alone have such deep regrets in your heart."
Regarding Chi Xue's attitude, Xu Ming was very clear: "Let it go with the wind."
…
The birthday celebration battle has gradually reached its halfway point.
All forces from all sides sent many talented people to compete on stage to celebrate their birthdays.
There are winners and losers, but in general, basically every force has won one or two times. Except...
The eldest prince!
On the side of the eldest prince, Messenger Zhao has sent four geniuses from the Wilderness Sect to the stage, but without exception, they were all kicked away by Xu Ming.
As time went by, the eldest prince's face became darker and darker: "Messenger Zhao, please send another genius to the stage! I have to win a few of these birthday battles no matter what; otherwise, the scene will be too ugly!"
At this time, on the side of the third prince Wen Shuai, not only Xu Ming shined, but also several geniuses trained by Wen Shuai also won a few small games after coming to power.
The situation on Wen Shuai's side can be said to be flourishing. In contrast, the situation of the eldest prince seems particularly shabby.
The eldest prince even felt that something was wrong with the way his father looked at him - could it go on like this? Maybe even the throne that was about to be obtained would turn into a cooked duck and fly away.
Already?
No, this shabby situation must be reversed.
"But..." Messenger Zhao glanced at Xu Ming cryptically, "First Prince, how about we wait? I'm afraid that Xu Ming's perverted secret technique is still in a state; if we send people up now, they will be easily beaten.
Come down..."
Wait any longer?
The eldest prince glanced at Messenger Zhao in disbelief.
This Messenger Zhao is a big shot from the Barbaric Sect, but he would say such unambitious words!?
However, the eldest prince can also understand the mood of Messenger Zhao. After all, among the four genius disciples who came up, all of them were slapped away by Xu Ming - it’s strange that Messenger Zhao didn’t have a psychological shadow!
Once bitten by a snake and fearing the well rope for ten years, Messenger Zhao would not dare to send people up easily again, which is normal. On the contrary, if Messenger Zhao continues to send people to the stage mindlessly, then there may be something really wrong with his head.
Already.
The eldest prince also wanted to send some of the geniuses he had cultivated, but how could the cats and dogs under him compare to the remaining three geniuses of the Wilderness Sect?
Those geniuses of his cannot be put on the stage!
"Messenger Zhao... if we wait any longer, I'm afraid all the geniuses who have been practicing internally will have to show off on stage. By then, all those who will be on stage will be those who are practicing martial arts externally..."
Let three wild sect geniuses deal with some outside martial arts practitioners?
Not to mention the burning face of the eldest prince, Messenger Zhao has no shame to do such a thing!
"Then...okay!" Messenger Zhao hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to send another disciple of the Wilderness Sect to the stage.
The character of this Barbaric Sect disciple is relatively honest and low-key.
He was not like the four disciples of the Wilderness Sect who were kicked away before, and they aggressively provoked Xu Ming as soon as they came up; on the contrary, after he came on stage, he did not dare to look at Xu Ming for fear of attracting Xu Ming's attention.
It seems like - a majestic genius of the Barbaric Sect, a young innate warrior, who can achieve this level, and his character is indeed honest (not), thick (and) low (bone) and tone (qi).
However, God did not fulfill his wish.
This disciple of the Wilderness Sect had tried to keep a low profile as much as possible, but as soon as he came on stage, the late-stage martial artist who was standing on the stage withdrew without saying a word.
Then, the whole place rang out with the excited and expectant and uniform shouts of the geniuses of Feiyun Kingdom:
"Number five!"
"Fuck off!"
"No. 5! Get away!"
"No. 5! Get away!"
"No. 5! Get away!"
"No. 5" saw Xu Ming slowly stand up amidst the shouts, made a "quiet" gesture, and then slowly walked towards the ring, towards him.
Every time Xu Ming took a step, No. 5 felt his heart beat heavily.
More violent, but also chaotic shouts sounded around:
"Slap him!"
"Don't let him survive three slaps!"
"Slap him away!"
"Let the geniuses of the Wild Sect see the power of the real geniuses of our Feiyun Kingdom!"
"Haha, I'm afraid of them! I'm afraid of them!"
…
Listening to these violent shouts, No. 5 couldn't help but feel weak at the feet. He couldn't help but look back at Messenger Zhao for help. The meaning was obvious - Master Zhao, can I go back?
Messenger Zhao returned a stern look: "Give me a good fight! Maybe this Xu Ming is just pretending; the opportunity to become famous in one battle is right in front of you!"
"But what if he's not pretending?" No. 5 replied melancholy.
"Then you have to show your style and level! Remember, even if you lose, don't weaken the momentum of our Barbarian Sect!"
"I……"
The fighting process was very simple and rough, but Xu Ming came on stage and took him away with a slap, without any sloppiness at all.
As Messenger Zhao expected, No. 5 showed his style and level. Although he was instantly killed by a slap, but——
His screams when he was whipped away were the loudest!
The trajectory of his flight in mid-air is the most beautiful!
His posture when he landed was the most elegant!
"handsome!"
"Xu Ming is so handsome!"
"I love you Xu Ming!"
However, the eyes of the female geniuses present did not pay attention to the graceful and elegant No. 5. Their attention was all on Xu Ming's handsome and unrestrained slap. Each of the female geniuses did not care about their image.
Shouting hysterically.
"Xu Ming, I love you!"
"Xu Ming, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"
In the wild martial arts area, a group of elders, masters and geniuses looked at the strange female geniuses around them in surprise.
"Is this still the iceberg beauty Hua Lengyan? Giving birth to a monkey? She screams so disrespectfully for her image?"
"Is this still the gentle and quiet Bai Rong? She is actually crazier than Hua Lengyan?"
For a time, most of the female geniuses at the birthday party, whether they were cold, quiet, noble, or dignified, all turned into nymphos because of Xu Ming.
But in this situation, those male geniuses were not jealous at all. They had only one word for Xu Ming - surrender!
The focus of the audience's attention, Xu Ming was looking at Messenger Zhao with a domineering look, the eldest prince: "There are two more geniuses, right? You are welcome to come on at any time - one comes up, and the other one is kicked away!"