Yu Ji squinted at the four people on the stage, with a good look, while thinking about how she would deal with it if she was on stage, and on the other hand, she was sweating for Shen Jinghong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ji Huainuan only defended and did not attack over there, but obviously, her moves were very skillful and her reaction was very fast, even when she could not avoid it, she could just pinch Chun Yu's sword when her strength was not in full swing.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty rounds came down, Yu Ji thought, don't say it's Ji Huainuan on the stage, even if it's her, she has already touched Chun Yupi's sword habits and path eight or nine times out of ten. If Ji Huainuan can hold on and turn to attack, it shouldn't be difficult to break his way.

There is a pause before every sword split, after all, this is not a small problem. As long as Ji Huainuan can grasp this opportunity, today's scene will be completed.

Having said that, Yu Ji looked at Shen Jinghong on the other side of the stage intently, her fingers rubbing slightly.

Compared with Ji Huainuan's side, Shen Jinghong's side is in danger.

"Uhhh

Shen Jinghong's face had a trace of blood, and the wound was not deep, but this wound appeared on Shen Jinghong's face that could be broken, and it looked particularly cruel and hideous, and I don't know how many people in the audience scolded this kid for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

It was also more than thirty rounds down, and Shen Jinghong was no longer as impenetrable as she was at the beginning, dancing the sword in her hand tightly, on the contrary, at this time, she gritted her teeth so that the flaws in each move were not too big.

Indeed, the flaws in Shen Jinghong's every move are not too big, at least not fatal. It was precisely for this reason that Yang Shun left shallow wounds on her body, not even a substantial wound.

Ants bite elephants to death, this truth, whether it is Yu Ji in the audience, or Yang Shun and Shen Jinghong in the stage, it is clear, but now there is no better way.

Shen Jinghong wanted to win too much.

From the beginning, she used 100% of her strength and skill to fight, but it wasn't until the thirty rounds came down that she realized that she couldn't win if she wanted to win, and Yang Shun, who was standing opposite her, also wanted to win.

But the matter has come to this point, except for desperate support, Shen Jinghong has no way at all.

It can't go on like this.

It was past the initial impulsive period, and Shen Jinghong's mind, which was originally too hot because of nervousness and competitiveness, began to gradually calm down, and she began to think of countermeasures quickly while forcing herself to maintain her speed and correct response.

Fruitless thoughts.

Before this, she never thought that one day, she would hold a sword and duel with someone. But now the fact is that she did hold a sword in her own hand and stood in the ring with a person to duel.

The moves he has learned are limited, the experience of adaptation is lacking, and his brain is enough, but obviously, in a moment and three moments, between one and a half moves, Shen Jinghong has no way to find a flaw in the opponent's move, nor can he make his sword a few points faster.

There is nowhere to break through.

At this moment, Yang Shun's sword was already familiar with the speed limit of Shen Jinghong's sword, and he began to officially counterattack.

"Qiang—"

The sword is out of hand!

Yang Shun originally used seven points of force to use nine points in this sword instant, almost knocking Shen Jinghong's sword out of his hand.

It was only at this time that Shen Jinghong was forced to drag his sword back, stumbling as if drunk.

I'm afraid that the boundless West Sea won't be able to exhaust the regret in Shen Jinghong's heart at this time, step by step, step by step. But Yang Shun is advancing step by step, step by step, one sword out, ten thousand swords follow, one sword is as ruthless as a sword, forcing Shen Jinghong to keep retreating, and it is very difficult to even stand firm.

How can this be good!?

Even if he struggled to carry a few swords, he couldn't stop the other party's momentum of splitting everything, and he couldn't stop stumbling and stumbling castration, Shen Jinghong couldn't help but have red eyes, and he bit his red lip desperately, attacking against attack.

The steps back shrank from one meter to half a meter, but this did not make Shen Jinghong see hope, because if she continued like this, within ten moves, she would fall directly off the Yi Dao platform, which was no different from admitting defeat.

At the thought of losing, Shen Jinghong suddenly felt that his heart was hot, and he slashed his sword upside down, colliding with Yang Shun's horizontal split, and in an instant, there was an extremely creepy and piercing sound, which made all the people with long ears around the Yidao platform stand on end, and they applauded and clapped their hands because of the thrilling competition, and the boiling blood of the people who clenched their fists and shouted instantly poured cold.

The fire-like offensive was stagnant for a moment, Yang Shun was more ruthless, and Shen Jinghong was more dangerous.

has been forced to the edge of the cliff, take a step back, and you will be crushed!

"Qiang Qiang Qiang-"

The collision between ruthlessness and danger, who has the upper hand can be seen at a glance, but its thrilling and dangerous magic is far superior to the party.

The roots under his feet forced him not to unload his strength, not to retreat, and to attack with all his strength unevenly, no matter what the result of this competition was, I was afraid that Shen Jinghong's desperate efforts would be as famous as her beauty.

Neither of them had time to adjust their breathing, their breath was unsteady, and the blood in their chests was stirring, eager to smash the cage that bound them. The most primitive ferocity of human beings gushes out, not so much the battle between men and women as the conquest of males and females!

"Shhhh

A sword slashed through the end of the eye, leaving behind a trail of blood that stained the eye.

But one breath, half of his face was stained with blood.

At this time, Yang Shun's offensive stopped, stood his sword, and compared with Shen Jinghong, it was like a salute.

His sword was bleeding.

Many people were still wondering, but an elder appeared out of thin air on the sword platform.

Her sword was also bleeding.

Yu Ji's originally straight eyebrows suddenly raised, and her eyebrows were like knives, unable to hide the fighting spirit in her eyes.

The last sword, wounded for wounded, lost his mind.

It's just a competition, and it's too worthless to exchange your life for it, but there are always some people who do it.

For example, Shen Jinghong.

The elder disappeared in front of everyone with Shen Jinghong, and Yang Shun also walked off the Yidao platform with difficulty, and the last confrontation between the two was reproduced in slow motion in front of Yu Ji's eyes.

Yang Shun's sword was a tenth-percent sword, splitting Huashan with force, as if it was about to split the person in front of him in half from head to toe. This sword is unstoppable.

But Shen Jinghong closed his eyes at this moment, and even pounced on Yang Shun and his sword with a sword, and hit it straight up, holding the sword, and pressed it with a fit.

Yu Ji didn't expect that in the end, Shen Jinghong would really dare to give up this life, and in order to win, he didn't care about anything.

As a last resort, Yang Shun moved his shoulders and crashed away from Shen Jinghong's sword, which also made his original sword flutter and slash diagonally across Shen Jinghong's eyes, but Shen Jinghong was a sword that fought for his life, and he was stabbed in the lower abdomen, and also stabbed his thigh with a bloody hole.

Rao is like this, Shen Jinghong still did not give up, fought the last strength, drew the sword, but also used the last strength, staggered back, the sword in his hand was powerless to stab, and even his feet were powerless to go further.

When it comes to this, it can be regarded as a real sacrifice of life.

So thrilling, so domineering, although defeated, it is still glorious.

This half makes people sweat coldly, while the other half is like cooking oil on fire.