Chapter 45 The final round of the swordsmanship showdown
Ruan Qihua stepped out of the player waiting hall, Jiuer walked beside him, holding the Chengdao in both hands and holding it on his chest.
Petals are falling from the sky, and the trees on both sides of the road are blooming again in violation of the season, and the petals are flying in the wind.
In the distance, General Jiaming's eyes widened, and the fan in his hand creaked:
"How is it possible...where are the eleven people on the imperial side? Why didn't they kill that woman!"
An attendant who looked like a ninja appeared behind the general, half-kneeling on the ground and said softly: "Report to the general, all eleven people on the guard side have been wiped out."
"What!" General Jiaming almost shouted angrily, but taking into account Heather on the throne, he finally managed to suppress his anger and asked in a low voice: "Didn't he send six hundred elite soldiers to surround him?
Did they enter the contestant waiting room? Where are they! Why did they let that woman come out alive!?"
The ninja seemed to remember what he had seen before, and replied with lingering fear: "Less than half of the six hundred soldiers left...all committed suicide."
The general became silent all of a sudden. He just shrank his body in fear and did not dare to raise his head again.
The power of gods... Damn gods, do you want to protect even that woman under your command? Why don't you call her the God of Storms? 'Patron Saint of Beauty' is more in line with your style!
Neither the general nor the witnesses had any idea what happened to the eleven people on the side and the six hundred soldiers, and could only attribute this power that humans could not understand to the power of gods.
To a certain extent, they understood correctly. Biwomu Samsara was just not good at frontal fighting, but when it came to using illusions to play with people's hearts, he was even more proficient than the 'god' Heather.
As he approached the martial arts stage, two long knives were crossed in front of Rin Qihua. These were two senior sword-protecting monks from the Sword Guarding Temple. They would check the contestants' qualifications before the start of each competition.
, that is, the Shikizaki Kiki variant sword.
The older sword-guarding monk with a majestic face said in a deep voice: "Qihua Qihua, please show me the [Jue Sword·铓]."
In the previous duels, Qihua showed off the sword as a ticket first, and then started the competition. But this time, the sword-protecting monks did not see Qihua or Jiuer holding the sword, so they
Have this question.
Yan Qihua said calmly: "The Jue Dao has been sent out."
The two sword-guarding monks looked at each other and frowned: "Who are you giving it to?"
"The eleven people on the imperial side under General Jiaming are waiting for the autumn."
"Where is the meaning of waiting for autumn?"
"Dead by my hands."
"Fu Yi is dead? What about Jue Dao?"
"Destroyed by me."
"You...!" The sword guard monk didn't know what to do at this time and could only look at Tsuruga Camouflage, the God's Chosen One, for help.
But Tsuruga Camouflage didn't say anything, he just took two steps back, and then the whole sky above Goken Temple echoed with Heather's laughter like thunder:
"You give away your qualifications to others at will, and you dare to destroy the Jue Dao...Ruan Qihua, you are really courageous! Hahaha!"
Although it was laughter, anyone could hear the underlying anger in the thunder.
The gods are angry!
Jiu'er immediately knelt on the ground and said: "Respecting the gods' Mingjian, sending out and destroying the sword is a helpless act. This is the only solution forced by General Jiaming."
General Jiaming never dreamed that this despicable daughter of a rebel would dare to bite in front of the gods. He couldn't help but break out in a greasy cold sweat and shouted in a trembling voice: "You despicable, shameless woman, you are so stupid..."
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Gu Yan
He stopped mid-sentence. It was not that General Jiaming let Jiu'er go, but that he found that he could not speak at all. The extremely strong invisible pressure almost crushed him into a meat pie. This person with an extremely noble status
The short, fat old man was lying on the stage, his fat body trembling but he couldn't say a single word.
Heather looked away from General Jiaming, and then looked at Jiu'er: "Then what? Are you going to let me directly announce that Qiang Baibing is the final winner? Xiao Jiu'er, when the play reaches its climax, it suddenly ends.
This is a taboo."
The originally clear sky was obscured by endless black clouds, strong winds blew, and there was faint thunder rolling in the clouds.
In the sky directly above the throne, a huge vortex of black clouds was rapidly forming.
Both the audience and the sword-guarding monks lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word, for fear of being affected by God's wrath.
Jiu'er did not flinch, he knelt on the ground and tried his best to lift the bladeless handle upwards with both hands, and said loudly:
"We are still qualified to participate! Look, this is [Chengdao Quan] who has never appeared!"
People around you are becoming more and more silent. You woman, if you want to go crazy, stay away! You just want to fool the gods with a broken hilt without a blade? Don't let us be affected when you are struck to death by lightning!
There was no thunderous punishment as imagined, but a chuckle——
"Oh, I really let you get it. In this way, all twelve Shikizaki Kiki variant swords are now available. Well... considering this level, the merits and demerits are equal to each other, so get up."
The dark clouds above the head immediately dispersed, the sun shone again, and the terrible pressure that suppressed all living creatures also quietly dissipated, and everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
With the endorsement of the gods, the two sword-guarding monks dared not stop him. They immediately retracted the long swords blocking the way, bent down and saluted: "Please pass, Qin Qihua."
"Shichihana!"
Jiuer grabbed Qihua who was about to walk onto the stage, took a deep breath and looked at him:
"From now on, there are no longer any restrictions, just fight with all your heart! Don't have any worries. It doesn't matter if you get injured or destroy the blade. It doesn't matter if you lose. If you become disabled, I will take care of you for the rest of your life.
If you die, I will accompany you to hell immediately. So, Qihua..."
She pulled Qihua's body down, stood on her tiptoes and kissed Qihua's lips gently. The moment they touched her, her blushing face formed a sharp contrast with her short silver hair——
"Not for me, but for yourself, fight!"
Qihua was stunned for a moment, then showed a bright smile: "Yeah!"
With an unprecedented high spirit, Ruan Qihua felt that she was now in the most perfect and peak state in her life, and she just stepped onto the martial arts stage.
At the other end of the martial arts stage, Qiang Baibing stood alone on the stage holding a paper umbrella, looking sharply at Qihua without saying a word.
Shichika put on the stance of the Void Sword Style with a smile on her face: "Qiang Baibing, use all your unique skills and let's fight under the gaze of the gods!"
"Qiang and Qiang, full sword and virtual sword, whoever wins will get everything and complete this long forging that lasts for three hundred years."
Qiang Baibing casually threw the paper umbrella into the sky, and the tip of the thin knife pointed diagonally at the ground:
"Qihua, please be intoxicated with me."
"By then you will have been torn into pieces!" Qihua lowered her body slightly, getting ready to go.
The referee in black looked around, then raised the small flag in his hand and waved it down——
"Swordsmanship showdown in front of God! The final episode - [Qiang Baibing] vs. [Qian Qihua]!"
"Let's decide the outcome in an upright and upright manner!"