The shadow was motionless, stiff like a puppet.

The wind blows. I didn't have time to look, I didn't have time to think, Qi Huan rolled on the spot, pinched his fingers and waved - many "Qi Huan" scattered in the field followed his gestures and ran away. The monster showed its shape, and the emerald thorns emitted from his hand, like a torrential rain hitting in all directions, one after another with fake figures rising green smoke......

"Good scene. Although the Shura masters have an excellent sense of battle, and every punch and leg will naturally contain spiritual power, but the respect for fighting is still above all fancy spells. ”

The referee seemed to sigh unintentionally, and after speaking, he nodded to the crowd of spectators: "The people of my country are also deeply affected...... Everyone is looking strange now, but it's still martial arts in their bones. ”

He clicked on it, put his hands behind his back, and walked away. Bai Ya strained his face, they didn't have the heart to show off to the visitors. The focus now is on which of the two people on the stage who are competing for spells can have the upper hand. The overwhelming spells scattered the paper figures of Qi Huan, and the oleander flower demon also collected the doll clones and pointed at the remaining figures one by one. It's all seen through, and almost all of the paper figure camouflage that Qi Huan left on the stage has been seen through. The fewer those human figures, the more Bai Ya and the others lifted their hearts and pinched their cold sweats.

They looked around the flower demon, and the rest of the figures were real or fake, and they didn't know which one was their friend. These shadows are too similar – they are moving closer and closer to their opponents, and they are also very similar.

The paper figures are more and less, but they are not exhausted. The flower demon saw the clue, it was the real body that was hidden in it, and it was constantly recovering the paper figures and scattering them. He wandered in a flash of smoke, not forgetting to sigh, or rather, to mock:

"Hide your head and shrink your tail, and have no bearing. The light of fireflies, also want to compete with my martial country? ”

He hurried forward and slapped at another paper figure. In the smoke and dust, a figure appeared behind him.

At the moment when the flower demon made a move, Qi Huan slapped him on the back with a palm! After this blow, people could see clearly through the smoke and dust, and there was a cloud of red ready to move in it. Qi Huan's palm was lit with a raging fire. It was probably because his own hands were wrapped in strips of white cloth and smeared something to keep the fire out so that he would not burn himself.

He knows very well that the flower demon is wood, and the spell he is most afraid of is fire.

Even Jun Aoyan, who had been a little distracted, was also excited, and straightened his spine with concern. She shuddered at the sight of the flower demon. Just a shudder.

The four of them held their breath and listened to the flower demon say coldly:

"Insect carving skills. This little bit of strength is not enough to kill chickens, and they want to kill me...... Belch! ”

At this moment, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he had touched some invisible mechanism, and his movements were too small to be noticed. In an instant, some sharp weapon suddenly pierced the body of the flower demon, and the sound of the metal rubbing followed by the sound of the muscles and flesh splitting.

The flower demon bowed her head in disbelief. In the ring, where his vision was clear, the audience he faced was the same as him, seeing a water stain on his chest and abdomen.

The smoke and sparks all over the field seemed to freeze, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.

The real Qi Huan could hear behind him, and the spectators on the other side were in an uproar. As if he hadn't heard it, he jerked his hand and pulled the blade out of the twitching body in front of him. As he moved, the liquid gurgled down, and the monster fell to its knees in the ring. Vein-like veins appeared on his face, and his lips trembled with difficulty, and he looked up to look at the opponent who had circled in front of him. At this moment, he could no longer utter any mockery.

Qi Huan squatted down, rubbed the Hidden Blade in his hand on his clothes, and muttered to himself:

"I didn't plan to shoot you to death!"

His voice was not loud, and the people in the audience could not hear him clearly. His friends happened to be standing on the side, watching the whole process of the assassination. Bai Ya's eyes straightened, and Jun Aoyan slowly closed his slightly open lips, and only spoke again after a while:

"This is the one he polished the other day...... Hidden weapons? ”

"It looks like it is." Liu Shenghan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Qi Huan not only polished the hidden weapon a little, but also added a special metal bracelet, which was hidden in the cuffs. With just a few hands and feet, a sharp Hidden Blade would come out of the loop.

Under the gaze of the large number of surprised eyes, Qi Huan clapped his hands casually, and wiped the Hidden Blade with green juice on his hand. Then, with a deft effort, he pushed the Hidden Blade back and flicked it. Looking at him again, he was no different from the previous empty-handed appearance.

The casual conversation was almost drowned out in a sea of boos. Everyone was shouting excitedly and spittingly, angry at this "sneak attack", angrily accusing this outsider of not being able to win and not having any martial virtue at all. In the tumult, Qi Huan, who had not yet stepped down, naturally heard the general situation, and yelled back with his neck straight down:

"There are no rules, who said backstabbing doesn't work! If you win, you win, and if you want to lose, you can say it early! ”

With that, he trotted back to his companions—it was not worth it to scold a man and a city. He was greeted by a series of complicated and inexplicable eyes, especially Bai Ya, whose face had always been calm was about to twist at the moment.

Only Frost Moon Jun is still indifferent. At this moment, he lifted his eyelids, and looked at Qi Huan with an unprecedentedly serious look: Wenbi Zhai

"The so-called victory is not martial - it is also the wisdom of martial arts. Since it is a matter of life and death, it is only about life and death. can't be ruthless, some are more vicious people swinging knives at you; If you have to pay attention to the above board, you will only be buried in endless filth. A faint smile spread across his face, like a crack on the dry riverbed, "If I had been stubborn, I would have not known where my bones were." I think this little friend has a bit of assassin potential. Another day, I'll give you some advice. ”

The world's most famous assassin has spoken, and no matter how much the mediocre people chatter, it is naturally nothing more than noise.

During their brief conversation, he went to the stage to examine the body, and the special personnel from the arena also hurriedly came, removed the body, and hastily cleaned up the countertop. The queen on the other side was expressionless, she tilted her head slightly, and glanced at the guards behind her.

Beside her, an extraordinarily tall, muscular Shura stepped forward. He looked unkind, and cast a provocative gaze from the air, as if it were substance.

"I'll do it." Liu Shenghan looked at the approaching referee and said. "The one next to the king, I'll be there for a while."

Bai Ya's eyebrows jumped: "Didn't I say earlier that I would take him down to relieve the pressure for you......"

Not only him, Qi Huan and Ao Yan also showed worried looks. Liu Shenghan soothed Ao Yan's shoulder.

"It's okay, don't worry."

She stepped forward to meet the referee, came to the opponents and said something, and got into the ring with the fierce-looking Shura. Bai Ya locked his eyebrows and sent her away, and Jun Aoyan's expression could be described as anxious:

"Just in case...... I mean, in case, should we be ready to rush to the stage at any time? ”

"It's not the same as I said before." Qi Huan straightened his teeth, "Alas, I really didn't expect this stubble, even if we save it in time, those Shura have already died a companion, can we just forget it?" ”

Frost Moon Jun rarely spoke at length before, and then silently clipped his hands, and the old god was standing aside, as if he didn't care about the life or death of his old acquaintance. Listening to the anxious whispers of these two people at this moment, he couldn't help it after all, and the corners of his mouth squirmed strangely. As soon as he looked up, he saw Bai Ya, who didn't speak much, also with a calm face, and his hand was still touching the knife thoughtfully.

His fingers twitched, as if he wanted to lift them up to hold his head. In the end, he just turned his head away and sighed in a small voice:

"Don't be noisy, worry. Me and ...... Since Liu Shenghan met, he has never seen her suffer. ”

The object of his friends' worries is still as indifferent and quiet as usual. Shura, who was opposite Liu Shenghan, crossed his arms and deliberately lowered his head exaggeratedly, as if looking down at a delicate flower and plant on the ground:

"If you regret it, get off the stage now, and you can still escape with your life. I don't want my brothers to laugh out of their big teeth and say that I'm bullying humans, and I'm still a woman. ”

"I didn't know that the queen of Wuguo was around the generals, and there was a lot of gossip." Liu Shenghan raised his eyes calmly, "Fight, I'm your opponent." ”

Shura bared his teeth and smiled. Without warning, he raised his fist and smashed it towards Liu Shenghan, and the sound of breaking wind exploded in the air. Liu Shenghan lifted his weight lightly, shook slightly, and staggered the punch in the slightest. Unexpectedly, Shura was contemptuous, but he didn't see contempt when he made a move. He seemed to have expected it, the bow rushed forward, the moves did not wait to be old, his fists shook and turned into claws, the offensive was like a storm, and he chased Liu Shenghan away.

In this strong wind, the willow sound is really like flying catkins, dodging lightly, looking dangerous, but he didn't let the rainstorm-like fists and feet stain his clothes. Her feet are staggered, and her hands are fluttering. As she moved, one brush after another was shaken off and floated eerily in the air, echoing her gestures and flying, as if splashing ink on an invisible canvas, but she didn't know what kind of picture she was tracing.

The buzzing whispers around the ring, which had just been quiet for a short time, gradually rose again, and intensified. Bai Ya understands that the heart-wrenching scene in his own eyes is extremely boring when it falls to these people who are watching the excitement.

One fights seriously, the other hides wholeheartedly, and there is no end?

Suddenly, the voices of the crowd were low, and then they rose up, like a surging wave. They all noticed that the incomparably brave Shura didn't know what evil had fallen into, and suddenly his body tilted. As if he saw something coming, he leaned over and kicked his leg in the air violently, kicking him into the air and almost falling to the ground.

But there was nothing around him except a few pens that were spinning in the air. Liu Shenghan had already flashed away.

The spectators didn't know what was going on, but her friends saw it.

"She's doing an illusion, isn't she?" Jun Aoyan muttered.

Liu Shenghan's posture is as elegant as a dance, and there are several brushes suspended in the field at this time, but somehow she can always take a shot in her hand. The constantly throwing pen makes the picture seem like a juggling, and to outsiders, it is clear and slow, making people unpredictable.

Her opponent is even more mind-blowing. At the beginning, he could still bite Liu Shenghan's shadow, disrupting her rhythm at all times, and not letting her cast spells too leisurely. The person who is in chaos has gradually become him, twisting his waist for a while, and comparing his hands and feet indiscriminately for a while, and the most hanging time, he almost fell into the ring.

In the eyes of the audience, it was like two flies on the stage, headless and brainless, running around, but not bumping into one piece. Seeing that no one paid attention to how much they scolded, more and more people started chatting loudly, just to cheer themselves up. No one paid attention to how long the wandering continued, and suddenly someone exclaimed in surprise, and they slapped the people around them vigorously, signaling to watch back on the stage with them.