At this time, the glittering machete in the hands of the thug had already slashed at the young woman, and the knife was dripping with blood. At this moment of life and death, the young woman's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, and she suddenly turned around and held the two children in her arms, exposing her curved back to the blade, even if she died, she had to protect them. Although this did not have much effect, and the mob cut her down and would not spare her two children, it was an instinctive reaction of being a mother.

Tang Ning's speed of rushing out was not slow, but there was still a distance of four or five meters between him and the thugs, unless he could cross this distance one step at a time, otherwise, he couldn't save it. But the cultivation is gone, and he has no ability to be like lightning, how can he cross it?

At the critical moment, he raised his foot and took off a shoe and smashed it hard. The head was good, and it smashed into the forehead of the thug, and the direction between them was diagonally opposite. The thug was hit on the forehead, and the knife that was cut down subconsciously lost its accuracy, and the brush was drawn against the young woman's arm, and there was a long bloody cut on the white and tender arm, and the blood was rolling.

The knife-wielding thug didn't wait to raise the knife again, and Tang Ning had already taken advantage of the moment to pounce. Grab the chopsticks in your hand and stick them straight into the other person's left eye. The start is extremely steady and the speed is decisive. Although Xiu Wei is gone, the murderous aura is still there, and there is naturally a ruthlessness in his eyes that does not belong to his age.

He remembered that his aunt and mother-in-law once said that in the face of the enemy, when he is in a weak position, he must try his best to use everything available around him to directly hit the weak point of the opponent, preferably a fatal point that is exposed and unprotected.

There is no weaker and deadlier place for man than the eye.

Downing's strategy was accurate, but he overlooked the all-important point of the difference in height and size.

He is eighteen years old and is in the stage of growing his body, although he is relatively tall among his peers, about 1.77 meters tall. Because of his regular exercise and perennial cultivation of martial arts, his appearance looks long, as if he is thin and tall, but in fact, he is not thin at all, his body lines are smooth, his ape arms and waist are well-proportioned. In particular, the muscles at the base of the waist/hips and thighs are very solid, and the calves are tense and have a good sense of strength. The arms are longer than ordinary people, and the grip of the five fingers is not bad.

But now his opponent, the knife-wielding thug, is 1.9 meters tall, a typical super hunk kind. Just looking at the majestic body, it looks like an NBA player. He was sturdy and stout, and his outer profile was one size larger than his. Looking at his action of slashing people with a knife, he doesn't know much kung fu, it all relies on brute force, but strong people, especially adult men, not only have a large skeleton, but also have great strength. When you lose your mind and go crazy, you will have more strength.

Sensing something coming from the corner of his eye, the man with the knife subconsciously raised his arm sideways. Because of the height difference, Tang Ning's chopsticks did not stick into the other party's eyes, but pierced their faces. Three or four chopsticks pierced the man's cheeks, blood gushed out, and under the severe pain, the man who was screaming violently shook his arm. With Downing's body slammed into a table in front of him.

The expression is hideous, the protruding eyes are bloodshot, tyrannical and cruel, there are several chopsticks on the left cheek, and half of the face and even the left collar and shoulder are stained red with blood, which is extremely terrifying. His throat shook sharply, and he let out several strange voices that were indistinct, like howling, like crying, and like moans of pain. The body rushed out, raised the blood-dripping knife in his hand and slashed at Tang Ning's head.

The fall just now caused Downing severe pain in his back by the hard table, and the rest of the food and drink from the guests infected almost his entire back. Before he could get up, the sharp blade was already on the verge of slashing, and there was no way to dodge, and he couldn't dodge.

At this moment, Tang Ning showed not fear, but a wry smile in his composure. This kind of thing is really not suitable for ordinary people. Now it's okay, the person was not saved, and he also confessed. The cold and shining knife, the pungent smell of blood, can no longer distinguish the real from the fake.

Downing almost smelled death.

At the critical moment, he didn't care about the knife that was chopping head-on, but looked slightly sideways at the mother and son next to him at the last moment, with apologetic eyes.

Sorry, I can't save you!

The consciousness is very clear, knowing that this is false, everything here is an illusory simulation, not a real existence. There were no thugs killing, no knives, no blood, no strong and brave young mothers, and no frightened pair of cute dragon and phoenix fetuses. But none of that mattered, he only saw what his eyes could see and what he felt in his heart. It has nothing to do with the real or the fake. He did what he had to do, worthy of his conscience, and that was enough.

The sound of a blade wedge breaking flesh and bones. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be hacked to death. At this moment, his feeling was very real, he was really hacked to death. was slashed directly into the head with a two-foot-long machete, and blood splattered.

Open the scoop with a knife. A human head is not much different from a watermelon.

In this case, not to mention people, immortals can't live.

Tang Ning couldn't say what mood he was in at this time, but he was relaxed. He closed his eyes, unloaded all his strength, and fell straight down. He was hacked to death, and how could a dead man stand?

The picture changed abruptly, and he appeared in the arena again. Intact and repaired. I just feel a little out of strength, uneven breathing, and I'm tired. The illusion is fake, but the exertion of energy and physical strength is real. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Mu Xiaodie on the other side was also pale and looked overwhelmed. This is

He thought instantly. The illusion just now was supported by Mu Xiaodie's spiritual power. But the illusion itself should not have come from her. When I was competing on the cliff that night, I already knew that her spiritual power attribute was ice. However, no monk within the seven attributes could have the ability to control the illusion array. Only with the help of prop media.

But since the phantom array is not from her handwriting, what is the matter with this competition? borrowing external forces has lost the meaning of the ring competition, even if she wins, it should be invalid, right?

At this time, Mu Xiaodie's words made Tang Ning even more confused.

"You won" Mu Xiaodie's face was slightly red, although she concealed it well, but she has always been cold and arrogant, unlike other girls, even a little shyness in her demeanor and expression will make her temperament change. Admitting defeat in public, is it considered a promise to something?

This competition is not vigorous, and outsiders seem to see that from the moment they stepped into the ring, the two stood opposite each other from a distance, motionless.

Fortunately, the student mentors and referees present were not in vain. There are many ways to compete in the thaumaturgical world, mainly in the phantom array, and the manifestation of consciousness is also a kind of competition. And this kind of competition is even more dangerous than the intuitive head-on collision and bombardment of each other.

It's also a bit more difficult to judge wins or losers. One is that the opponent wins and loses between themselves. But this depends on character. Some people obviously lost but cheekily said that winning had not happened before.

The other is that there are great cultivators with profound cultivation, who probe into the phantom array with their own spiritual sense, and see everything as a bystander. But the requirement is that the bystander, or the referee, must not only have a strong spiritual sense, but also have excellent control in terms of spiritual sense. Only with these two points can the spiritual consciousness that comes out not interfere with the operation of the phantom array itself, or be unlucky enough to be swallowed up by the phantom array, thus injuring the Zhihai Yuan Shen. Of course, if you can have a grandmaster-level divine sense, it will definitely be the best.

Seeing Mu Xiaodie leave such a sentence and turn around to leave, Tang Ning hurriedly called out to her, and as soon as she spoke, her brain felt a sharp pain, as if she had really been slashed in. The pain made Tang Ning's forehead sweat, and he gasped with a hiss. He covered his head with a pale face and shook it.

"What was the situation with that phantom array just now?What is the criterion for judging whether you win or lose?What do you mean when you say I won?" Before these questions were understood, Tang Ning would not accept Mu Xiaodie's words. If you say you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose, so what's the matter, you're not a referee.

The students in the audience were a little disappointed. What they want to see is that Tang Ning and Mu Xiaodie are directly facing each other and killing each other, and it is best to fight to the ground, so as to be in line with the two of them's status as masters. It's too perfunctory to do it in this way. Especially Mu Xiaodie admits defeat on the spot. If you want to say that there is no adultery between the two of them, the ghosts don't believe it.

And it's also the kind of female chasing men's compartment yarn. Mu Xiaodie is obviously deeply rooted in Tang Ning's love. Otherwise, how could she give up this opportunity to visit her family on the island? The girl is outgoing, and for the sake of her little lover, she would rather not even have a home. Should she be infatuated or ruthless?

Anyway, one thing is certain, after this fight, Mu Xiaodie's popularity will definitely decline. The goddess should be perfect and without blemishes. Otherwise, it will fall directly to the dust. Become one of the many beings who can't stand it. However, it's okay, although the fairy spirit is gone, it can be grounded.

There was a lot of commotion and discussion in the audience, and Mu Xiaodie, who should have heard it and what it shouldn't have heard, heard it, but she didn't care. She does things directly to her heart, direct, crisp, and decisive, and what outsiders think of her is a floating cloud.

Stopped, looked back a few meters away, the piece of jade that had been split into four or five petals on the ground. Raising his eyes to look at Tang Ning, he said lightly: "The phantom array is not from my hand. ”

"I know. ”

"I'm the thug with the knife and the slasher"

Well, Tang Ning sweated in his head, he really didn't expect this, and he didn't dare to guess in that direction. It is difficult to associate the heroic and beautiful girl in front of her with the ferocious and fleshy thug in the phantom array just now, this distance is not beautiful, but weird. It makes people's scalp tingle.

"You have two choices in the Phantom Array, you have to sit on the sidelines and watch the tragedy happen. When the thugs finish killing everyone and then kill you, only one of you two will survive. The premise is that your cultivation is still there, but you will be suppressed to the level of the mob's ability. Your other choice is to save people, but cultivation will be banned by the rules, and it will not be as good as ordinary people. ”

"You mean if I'm going to die, then"

"Not bad. If you have the guts to die, then, you win!"