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Just now, I thought that Jinghua was a good bully, but now I found out that the other party is not easy to bully, and he is really too lazy to take care of himself.

As soon as Jinghua approached, she would have forced Meng Yi to nowhere to escape.

"Jing ......" Meng Yi obviously wanted to call Jing Hua's name directly, but he felt that such a title would displease the other party, so he changed his name in a daze, "Miss Jing, good skills." ”

It was obviously a tone of praise, but these words were embarrassing, and Meng Yi had already moved on his own.

What kind of courtesy to a woman, he has no such thing at all. Meng Yi flew towards Jinghua first, and the flying knife that came out of nowhere was also fan-shaped in his hand, as if it was about to fly out in the next second.

Jinghua didn't move, she just stood there fixedly, and the smile on her lips slowly faded.

Not moving? Jinghua has not moved? What does that mean? Meng Yi squinted slightly, a little unclear about Jinghua's current path, the knife in his hand had habitually flown out, the flying knives were fired together, a knife was hidden behind a knife, and shot at Jinghua in a straight line.

The speed of the flying knife was extremely fast, like light and electricity, but when Meng Yi made a move, Jinghua still didn't move.

When the flying knife was about to touch Jinghua, she finally made a move. She just pulled out a soft wicker from her side and waved it out in an instant. I saw the wicker zigzag upward, virtual and real, and condensed into a virtual shadow, which made people unable to tell where the body of the wicker was for a while.

A good move to fight the real thing, the moment the wicker stopped, the flying knife was entangled by the wicker at the same time, and it did not get close to Jinghua's body. Jinghua just shook slightly, and all the flying knives fell in response.

Meng Yi has met a nemesis this time, in fact, what he is best at is flying knives.

When he met Jinghua before, he also used the move of flying knives, and he thought that he was going to touch a head, but Jinghua did not use a flying knife.

But wicker is such a thing!

The most feared thing is to fight with a false fight, a real fight, the route of the flying knife is too secretive, and it will attack from a dead angle to get it, but the other party is this kind of wicker of false fighting! At this moment, Meng Yi's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

When Meng Yi was still hesitating about the next step, Jinghua moved, she gently shook the wicker she picked up, only to see that the wicker followed Jinghua's movements and shook twice before standing upright, like a stick and a sword, to virtualize the real, probably a fusion of elements, this wicker is not as simple as a whip.

Meng Yi touched the ground on tiptoe, jumped back slightly, and stopped a few steps away.

Meng Yi naturally didn't stop at random, he was out of the attack range of Jinghua's weapon. Just such a step also let the people around him know that this Meng Yi is actually not a waste of fame.

Wonderful retreat! Jinghua licked her lips, and Meng Yi's retreat was a withdrawal from her fighting spirit. She shook the wicker again, and the branches of the willow tree regained their softness.

Jinghua deceived forward, threw out the wicker in his hand with one hand, and attacked Meng Yi's waist directly, regardless of whether the other party was defenseless or not.

Capture the thief first capture the king, attack the person first attack the weak, Jinghua has long seen that Meng Yi's weakness is in the waist. If you want to fight at this moment, you will naturally look at the weakness on your waist first!

How could Meng Yi let Jinghua get close to him, only to see him tap his toes, fly sideways to the doorpost of the gatehouse on one side, kick on one foot, and then change direction and fly towards the other side.

Meng Yi was a little concerned about Jinghua's location, and the place where he stopped was as far away from her as possible.

Jinghua saw that he couldn't hit it, so he immediately reflexed, the wicker became a whip, and another whip was swung out, the whip was not fast, but the angle was extremely tricky, and the wicker seemed to be alive in Jinghua's hands.

Meng Yi turned sideways to the left, but found that the wicker that was still coming to the right just now had come from behind his left at this moment, and suddenly rushed up. Meng Yi had no choice but to suffer this loss, and the wicker was slammed on Meng Yi's body.

This made the face of the attention a little ugly, Jinghua used the wicker as a whip, and Meng Yi naturally saw it. And just now, Jinghua used the wicker as a whip to make the tiger and the tiger make the wind really make people feel that this Jinghua is clearly good at using a soft whip, even a wicker can be made by her superb, so that countless enemies are terrified.

Lu Sheng, who had never been on the battlefield before, also joked that these soldiers had never entered the rivers and lakes, and they didn't know that the people in the rivers and lakes were powerful.

Feng Yingyu saw that Lu Sheng was swept by his whip, and licked the corners of his lips with some excitement. She was not in a hurry to attack again, but took a few steps back, winning without being arrogant, defeating without being discouraged is the method of using soldiers, and it is also the way of practicing martial arts.

Sure enough, at the moment when Feng Yingyu retreated, the two flying knives and their mysterious directions shot at the position where Feng Yingyu had just been and a few steps in front of the location he had just been.

Just now, as long as the wind and rain have not retreated, this knife is decided.

Lu Sheng frowned, what he was most afraid of was to meet an opponent who still used his brain when fighting. He did not continue to defend, but turned defense into offense and flew directly towards Feng Yingyu. The number of throwing knives that the hand took out of the box was somewhat intimidating.

Lu Sheng tapped his toes, flew directly upward, grabbed the beam of the room with his left hand, and held dozens of flying knives in his right hand. I saw Lu Sheng's right hand draw a circle in mid-air, and the flying knife flew out in a circular shape, the angle was extremely mysterious, and the wind and rain were outflanked in all directions.

Feng Yingyu was not in a hurry, looked at the situation around him, and actually smiled.

The soft whip in Feng Yingyu's hand hit the ground with a "pop", and then it turned into a whirlwind around Feng Yingyu after several consecutive "pops", dancing inside and out, surrounding Feng Yingyu tightly.

This move made dozens of flying knives have no possibility of getting close, and after a while, the wind and rain stopped dancing, and as soon as the soft whip stopped, dozens of flying knives fell to the ground.

Feng Yingyu grasped it very well, and he was stunned that he didn't let go of a flying knife and flew out because of the rotation.

There are not many flying knives left in Lu Sheng's flying knife box, and it is basically impossible to fight melee with Feng Yingyu, after all, the soft whip is a long-range attack weapon, how can Feng Yingyu let himself get close?

Lu Sheng estimated the number of flying knives in the box. Three moves, this competition must be ended within three moves. Otherwise, this competition can only be a unilateral abuse of Feng Yingyu against himself.

Feng Yingyu glanced at the total number of flying knives on the ground, and estimated the number of flying planes left on the land. Three moves, up to three moves. Lu Sheng must only have three moves of flying knives left at most.

Electric, both of them stopped their movements, just looked at each other, and this time, neither of them made the first move. They are all waiting, all waiting for the person who will do it first, and then see the move.

Lu Sheng frowned slightly, and his breathing became a little shorter, after all, he was injured, and the place where the whip of the wind and rain was drawn, although it was not fatal, it was not comfortable.