Chapter 32: A Fair War
As soon as Zhao Qingyun's words fell, Lu Ming felt that the momentum of the two people around him changed suddenly, as sharp as a knife, and the fishy wind was blowing in his face.
There is no need to ask, Lu Ming also knows that these two people are ruthless characters who have killed people, and there is more than one. Such people are even more dangerous than Sun Qinglian's pampered Jiupin Consummation, because they are better at killing people.
Of course, the strength of Lang Song and Wang Zhaodi is still inferior to Sun Qinglian. The gap between the late Jiupin period and the consummation of Jiupin is difficult to make up for by being ruthless alone.
"Langsong, how about you come first?" Wang Zhaodi bypassed Lu Ming and directly made an appointment with Langsong.
"Of course, if anyone wins by luck afterwards, they will have to fight Brother Lu again. Lang Song did not refuse, and agreed.
Lu Ming knew that these two people were still letting him, and the first to fight would naturally expose more means, and they would also be easily injured, consume qi and blood, and naturally lose the opportunity.
Lu Ming did not act recklessly, but hugged his fists at the two of them, which was regarded as a good intention.
The two of them didn't say much, and came to the center of the martial arts arena, each holding a demon-suppressing standard lancet, which was fifty zhang away from each other.
Both of them are wearing the brocade clothes of the town demon division, Wang Zhaodi is heroic, Lang Song is calm and relaxed, facing the early spring sunshine, dragging the knife out, and the golden light is permeated.
Lu Ming watched the battle carefully and made a judgment at the first time. Lang Song's figure is a cloud and smoke step, his figure is as ethereal as smoke, and he even hides the blade in it, ready to attack. Lu Ming, who had already hung up the clouds and smoke steps to perfection, could see at a glance that Lang Song had reached the realm of the great perfection of this body method.
On the other hand, Wang Zhaodi was not so gentle, but kicked the ground very violently, like a cannon bursting into the chamber, straight away, flying ten feet into the air and smashing down.
"Bang Bu! should also be a big success. "Although Lu Ming has not cultivated this body method, he has also seen other people perform it.
The explosive step is completely different from the ethereal and ethereal Yunyanbu, and pays more attention to explosiveness, with the opening knife technique performed by Wang Zhaodi at this time, it can be said that it is a big opening and closing, and exerts its own strength to the extreme.
The explosive power of the blast step and the mountain opening knife method is full, which can be said to be the most of the nine sword techniques, but at the same time, the consumption and squeezing of qi and blood by these two are also the most terrifying, which is more suitable for quick battles.
In the face of Wang Zhaodi's thunderous knife, Lang Song's figure became more erratic, as if he wanted to avoid his edge.
However, Wang Zhaodi, who had already taken out the knife, chased after him, and with a sharp turn on his toes on the ground, his figure shot out again, and the long knife swept closely, enveloping the space that Lang Song could move.
In the face of such an arrogant knife, Lang Song couldn't dodge anymore, only to see that in his ethereal figure, a round of crescent moon suddenly lit up, overcoming rigidity with softness, and actually deflected Wang Zhaodi's knife light by a few points.
At the same time, Lang Song's figure followed the explosive force, floating back like a fallen leaf, not giving Wang Zhaodi a chance to make a knife at all.
"This is the deciduous knife method, which is a way to overcome rigidity with softness and prevent breaking, which is very difficult. At this time, a familiar voice sounded in Lu Ming's ears, and Zhao Qingyun had come to his side at some point.
"Thank you for the reminder. How could Lu Ming not see that Zhao Qingyun was pointing him out, after all, he was about to face one of the two.
Zhao Qingyun did not respond, and returned to the appearance that it was none of his business. Lu Ming's heart warmed slightly, and his understanding of Zhao Qingyun was a little deeper.
On the martial arts field, Wang Zhaodi has already played a fire, her sword skills are sharp and explosive. But Lang Song never had a hard time with her, the key was that Yunyanbu and the Falling Leaf Knife method were faintly restrained to her, which always gave her a sense of suffocation that she had nowhere to go.
"It's time to decide the winner. Lu Ming sighed in his heart, Wang Zhaodi's qi and blood consumption was too great, and he was already a little powerless.
Lang Song is so stable, even if he is scolded by Wang Zhaodi, he still retreats again and again, only defending, and fighting a protracted war of attrition.
In this way, Wang Zhaodi couldn't hold out for long at all, and it was only a matter of time before she was defeated.
Sure enough, on the martial arts field, Wang Zhaodi caught up with Lang Song again, and when the long knife slashed, it was obvious that there was no such violent momentum, but there was a flaw.
It was at this time that Lang Song, who had always maintained a defensive posture, finally took the initiative to make a move, and the Fallen Leaf Knife Method was good at defense, but it did not mean that there was no edge. On the contrary, when the edge is revealed, it is like a cold light, and it is even more vicious and ruthless.
That cold light, piercing people's eyes, also instantly pierced Wang Zhaodi's flaws, and stabbed her knife-holding wrist in one fell swoop.
Bite!
The lancet came out of his hand, and a trace of blood oozed from Wang Zhaodi's wrist, but it was obviously Lang Song's hand that left it, so it did not hurt the artery.
Lang Song put away the knife and stood up, picked up the lancet on the ground, handed it back, and said with a gentle smile: "I agreed." ”
"Hmph! Like a turtle with a shrunken head, he has the ability to fight hard with me again. Wang Zhaodi obviously didn't appreciate it, and she wasn't very convinced, so she snorted and snatched her lancet.
Most of the demon envoys who were watching the battle around laughed, obviously knowing Wang Zhaodi's temperament, but no one stood up to echo her.
How could these demon suppression envoys who lick blood from the knife edge not understand, if you lose, you lose, where will the real battle give you another chance?
Wang Zhaodi knew that she was wrong, and she didn't entangle, she just picked up the knife sullenly and returned, and when she walked past Lu Ming, she gritted her teeth and said, "Little Brother Lu, help me beat him hard...... Alas, forget it, you just don't get hurt. ”
Obviously, Wang Zhaodi didn't think that Lu Ming had the ability to be angry for her, and patted Lu Ming's shoulder a little embarrassed after speaking.
"Sister Wang, if I beat him up for you, you have to treat him to a drink. Lu Ming didn't care, and made a joke, indicating that he was not angry because of the other party's contempt.
"Go ahead, don't try too hard. Zhao Qingyun urged and reminded in a low voice.
Lu Ming hugged Zhao Qingyun with a fist, and after saluting the squinting iron pear flower in the distance, he walked steadily into the martial arts arena.
"Seniors. Lu Ming also stood fifty zhang away from Langsong, politely clenching his fists, but did not draw his knife.
"Brother Lu, please make a move. After Lang Song returned the salute, he humbly said.
Lu Ming shook his head slightly, but instead sat cross-legged on the ground in front of everyone, crossed his knees, and said with a smile: "Please seniors recover their qi and blood first, and junior brothers only want a fair fight." ”
"This little fool has blinded my strength. On the corridor, Wang Zhaodi, who was recovering her qi and blood, rolled her eyes and said indignantly.
"I think Brother Xiao Lu did the right thing, otherwise, even if he wins my brother, I won't accept it, and I want to fight him again. Niu Bi couldn't stop nodding his head and was eager to try.