Yin Yin straightened up, as if she was not surprised, the big knife pointed at her, and her voice was very poignant: "I know, I know you are lying to me." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Although A-Ning is well disguised, her posture and movements don't look like a boy at all, not to mention that Azheming's attitude towards her is not like that of an older brother. She almost gritted her teeth and said, "Ah Zheming has been lying to me, what is your relationship?" ”

An Ning was silent and did not answer, the disregard of her attitude made Yin Yin angry, the big knife slashed again, An Ning stepped back step by step, her heel had reached the edge of the altar, and Yin Yin's big knife slashed horizontally at her face.

An Ning leaned back, and the shield in his hand smashed hard against Yin Yin's feet.

The shield and the sword were too burdensome for her young body, and she had to give up one.

The shield smashed on Yin Yin's feet, and Yin Yin took a step back in pain, and the big knife fell off the rails, scraping over An Ning's arm. An Ning rolled on the spot, escaping her encirclement, her shield falling off, her sword clenched tightly in her right hand.

Yin Yin wanted to ruin her face.

She raised her elbow, and Yin Yin's knife left a long cut in her elbow, and the blood flowed and dripped to the ground, and when the cold wind blew, the blood froze.

Thankfully, it's left-handed.

I was so cold that I didn't feel it, and I couldn't feel it anymore because of the pain.

Yin Yin retreated, and the Beirong people began to cheer for A-Ning again, no matter who it was, they would be enthusiastic about the heroic struggle of the warriors.

Yin Yin moved her toes, there was some pain there. She threw away her shield in hatred, and the two began to compete with each other with knives and swords.

This is much simpler for An Ning, while she silently memorized the moves that Maple Marks taught her, she used the blade of her sword to unload the opponent's strength, and she also had to pay attention to the position under her feet, keeping a distance from Yin Yin.

She was kicked a few times by Yin Yin, but she still stood on the altar, without any signs of flinching or fear, both of them were gradually cut by the blades, and the bright red blood dripped on the altar, and the smell of blood made the beasts in the pit uneasy.

King Beirong straightened up slightly, his eyes crossed with a hint of interest, and he looked at the hourglass beside him—it had been half an hour.

This little girl seems to be soft and weak, but she can hold on for so long.

It's a pity that there is no combat power, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated by his daughter.

In a quiet hall in the palace of Beijung, several Beirong ministers were drinking, dancing with the dancers, and spending time drinking with the dancers.

They were the courtiers of the king of Beijon and were not happy with shows such as warrior duels. There were many idle people at the banquet, and the king of Beirong usually arranged a small banquet in the apse to entertain these ministers on whom he had to rely on. And these ministers, although not as brave and good at war as the Beirong generals, are extremely important figures in stabilizing the Beirong dynasty, the Beirong generals are responsible for fighting, and they are in charge of politics, so it can be said that they are the cronies of the Beirong king, and they control most of the power of the Beirong royal court.

The ministers were already a little drunk, and they didn't even notice that the heavily guarded guards at the door were quietly dragged away.

Suddenly, several sharp arrows burst through the door, and the wind they brought extinguished the candles and shot towards the ministers who were still in the clouds.

"Poof, poof, poof—"

Before they could even exclaim, some of the ministers were still naked, holding the women in their arms, and the black feather arrows had already pierced their chests.

Blood flowed from the darkness.

After a while, someone re-lit the lamp and candle, illuminating the corpses all over the ground, and someone walked in, followed by a silent large number of men in black, holding bows and arrows. The leader swept his gaze over the frightened musicians, and coldly ordered, "Keep playing." ”

And those musicians turned pale with fright, but they had long been accustomed to the slaughter and ant-like fate in the palace of Beijung, trembling their hands, and continued to play the tune they had just rejoiced.

The cheerful vocal music reflected the hideous, painful, silent corpses on the ground, and the whole palace looked strange and terrifying.

One of the ministers was shot in the back, but did not die, and crawled little by little towards the corner door of the apse. The man who walked in walked up behind him, stepped on his back, and said in a cold voice: "Where do you want to go?" ”

This foot stepped on and directly broke the minister's spine.

The minister spat out a mouthful of blood in agony, and struggled to raise his head to look at the man, and when he saw the man's appearance clearly, a look of shock, fear, and hatred appeared on his face.

This minister, who has assisted the king of Beirong for more than ten years, seems to have met a ghost, as if he has seen someone he will never see in this life: "It's you!" You are Ali Tuna......" the last two words, but I couldn't spit out.

The man smiled and looked at him condescendingly, revealing a mouthful of yellow and white teeth, "I'm back, aren't you disappointed?" ”

The minister gradually lost his life, and only his eyes showed a kind of unwillingness and fear.

The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, and a layer of snow had accumulated on the altar, making it unstable to stand, and the blood dripping from the altar was mixed with white snowflakes, red and white, with a terrifying and bloody atmosphere.

The more time passed, the more Yin Yin became more and more uncalm, and some people in the audience began to shout A-Ning's name to cheer her on.

Yang Xi gasped, his body scarred. She is not used to the fighting style of the Beirong people, nor is she used to the cold weather, she has almost no advantage, and her strength is about to run out. But because of the alcohol she had drunk before, coupled with the tense fight, her body began to heat up, and her movements became more and more flexible.

In the eyes of everyone, she is small, has no strength, will definitely lose, and must find a way to take the initiative.

She looked at Yin Yin's weapon, it was her meniscus knife, the Beirong people are good at using this kind of knife, but this kind of knife has a disadvantage compared to the long sword, in the competition just now, she already knows Yin Yin's habitual way of playing.

An Ning slowly straightened up, holding the long sword in his hand, and his expression became serious; "After letting you go so long, it's my turn." Her tone was light-hearted and pleasant.

Yin Yin was stunned, but the girl in front of her suddenly moved.

Yang Xi ran towards Yin Yin, she was dexterous and fast, using the petite size of the Liang people to the extreme, Yin Yin instinctively picked up the big knife in front of her, but An Ning rushed to her, but it was a handful of snow thrown at her eyes.

Yin Yin instinctively closed her eyes and dodged, and the big knife in her hand slashed head-on. The long sword in An Ning's hand stabbed her right wrist from bottom to top, Yin Yin's strength came from top to bottom, poof, the blade entered the flesh, and the long sword immediately pierced Yin Yin's wrist.

"Ahh

An Ning quickly lowered his body and rolled over, the long sword in his hand was reversed, Yin Yin's entire wrist was reversed, the force of the big knife was deflected, An Ning immediately drew his sword and turned back, and the wound was instantly bloody.

There was blood dripping from the blade of the sword, and An Ning had already retreated, five steps away from Yin Yin.

There was a dead silence in the crowd around them.