Li Weiwei looked at Qin Hao's crazy appearance, and said in her heart that this guy really drank too much, give him a bottle of Erguotou, he estimated that it would be even more awesome.

The people on the field were shocked by Qin Hao's momentum, and none of them dared to speak.

At this time, a woman shouted in the crowd, "But to defeat a secular warrior, is it so arrogant?" ”

She walked out with her sword and looked at Qin Hao.

Dressed in a linen plain skirt, it was none other than Murong Yan.

She had long seen that Qin Hao was not pleasing to her eyes, and she let her brother lose so badly last time, and she wanted to go to the ring to compete with Qin Hao at that time.

However, for the sake of my brother's face, I don't want to be too showy.

This time, Qin Hao made trouble with the Iron Fist Gate, and she couldn't ignore it.

Because the face of the Iron Fist Gate is the face of their Murong family. The truth of this is only known to their Murong family.

At the same time, the descendants of Huashan, although the two families fought openly and secretly, they were still united with each other when they encountered foreign enemies.

Murong Yan stepped forward, stretched out her hands, and jumped into the ring.

The cold light sword came out of its sheath, and there was a loud sound.

A sword light flashed in the sunlight, and a pop slashed over the coffin.

The coffin made of cypress wood turned out to be like tofu, and was split in half by Murong Yan.

"The coffin will be returned to you!"

She turned, like a butterfly, and made a beautiful arc in the ring.

The cold light sword in his hand slapped on the two coffins, and the coffin shook, and smashed it at Qin Hao.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect her strength to be so great.

Qin Hao slapped his palm in the wind, snapped twice, and shook each on the flying coffin.

The two halves of the coffin, coerced by the huge force, were directly slapped into broken wooden boards.

He stared at Murong Yan for a while, but he didn't expect her swordsmanship to be stronger than Murong Feng.

She stared at Qin Hao and snorted coldly, "The coffin will be returned to you!" ”

Li Weiwei held a big belly and said in surprise, "This woman is so powerful, whoever marries her as a daughter-in-law will be miserable!" ”

In the ring more than one meter high, she was able to jump upside down, and Li Weiwei, who watched it, secretly admired.

Compared with Murong Yan, although her internal strength is strong, her swordsmanship and tricks are much worse.

Yun Lunian of the coffin shop leaned against the door, took a sip of the second pot, shook off his hair, and said to Qin Hao, "I didn't send you a coffin in vain this time, I really gained knowledge." If you win this girl, I'll invite you to drink when you go back!" ”

Qin Hao stretched out his hand and asked Li Weiwei to take out the Dongying short knife, and smiled at Yun Sao Young, "Very good, I'll wait for your wine!" ”

He drew his scabbard, showed a cold light, and walked to the ring.

Murong Yan's Meteoric Iron Sword was not ordinary, Qin Hao had seen it last time he competed with Murong Feng.

If you are freehanded, I am afraid it will be more difficult to win.

Everyone thought that the show was over, but who knew that it had just begun.

A man and a woman, a sword and a sword, are all rookies in the martial arts world.

It is really a great joy in life to be able to see such a wonderful competition.

Yun Saonian and Li Weiwei stood together, handed her the second pot head and said, "Don't be nervous if you take a sip!"

Li Weiwei said angrily, "Which pregnant woman have you ever seen drinking?" ”

Yun Sao Nian patted his head and smiled, "Yes, I'm sorry! ”

Li Weiwei's face was full of worry, hugged her stomach, and asked Yun Lunian, "Who do you think will win?" ”

Yun Lunian shook his head, "Of course it's your husband, I admire him!" ”

Li Weiwei's face flushed, and she was quite happy when she heard this title.

She touched her belly and said to herself if she was really pregnant. The feeling of being a mother must be very happy.

In the ring, Qin Hao held a knife and looked at Murong Yan.

To be honest, the genes of the Murong family are really good.

Murong Feng looks like a little white face, and Murong Yan is even better, with red lips and white teeth, and a fair complexion.

On his face, there is the handsomeness of a person who has practiced martial arts.

"Rampant guy, I'll let you see the real martial arts today!"

Murong Yan's fingers tightened, shook the sword flower with a brush, and rolled up at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao knew this trick.

The whip style in the Dugu Nine Swords is specialized in dealing with short-handed weapons.

The Dongying knife in Qin Hao's hand was only a foot long, and Murong Yan's long sword was extremely sharp, and if he was not careful, he could roll his wrist into flesh and blood.

Bang.

Qin Hao shot at the same time, and used the same swordsmanship as Murong Yan, the whip breaking style.

The two weapons collided together, and there was a clang.

Murong Yan's wrist shook, and she almost threw the cold light sword to the ground.

She looked at Qin Hao's face full of surprise, but she didn't expect that he also knew Dugu Nine Swords, and he also made it look good.

Murong Feng, Ouyang Tuo, and Nangong Yan all looked at it with a tight brow, and secretly said that Qin Hao was much more powerful than before.

If it goes on like this, if he participates in the Qilin List, the Murong family will have a strong enemy this year.

Murong Yan scolded coquettishly, "You little thief, dare to steal our Murong family's swordsmanship!" ”

She rolled her long sword and used it in a sword-breaking style.

Qin Hao used the short knife as a sword, and she broke it with a sword.

Hanguang's family swept through the air, and with a bang, it went straight to Qin Hao's upper three roads.

Relying on the sword chief, Murong Yan approached again and again.

Qin Hao brandished a short knife, clanging and colliding with the cold light sword, and everyone who was forced by Murong Yan to retreat from the ring.

He put his right foot on the ground and threw his body back.

Murong Yan's long sword followed closely and grazed Qin Hao's chest, almost stabbing him to the core.

The people below all exclaimed, and even Li Weiwei's heart rose to her throat.

Yun Lunian was full of calmness, drinking the second pot head, and looked at the ring casually.

Murong Yan's long sword didn't have time to take it away, Qin Hao's foot had already hooked up, kicking her squeaky nest directly.

Murong Yan didn't have time to return the sword, so she could only jump back and take two steps back sharply to avoid this kick.

A faint smile appeared on Qin Hao's face, he turned over and stepped on the ground, the short knife in his hand followed, and he shouted, "Breaking the sword style!" ”

Murong Yan held the sword and rolled it in front of his chest.

The sharp knife in Qin Hao's hand hit her sword body, and with a bang, her fingers were numb, and her body flew upside down.

The people on the field were fascinated and applauded.

Murong Yan's little face turned red, but she didn't expect to be stolen by Qin Hao again.

Qin Hao clasped his fists at her and smiled lightly, "Thank you girl for your advice, can you give me some guidance in the next move or two?" ”

He deliberately dodged just now, in order to force Murong Yan to use new tricks, and then steal how to use them.

Otherwise, with brute force, Murong Yan could be shaken out of the ring.

Although her swordsmanship is powerful, there is a famous saying in martial arts, which is called "breaking through skill" with strength.

As long as the strength is sufficient, any swordsmanship is nothing. In the face of absolute power, it is nothing more than some tricks.

Murong Yan gritted her teeth angrily and scolded, "You are still addicted to being a thief!" ”

The long sword rolled, and the sword glowed with cold light in the sun, and rolled up at Qin Hao again.

The skirt was flying, and Murong Yan's body was light, like a butterfly flying around Qin Hao.

But this butterfly can kill, and the long sword brushed and slashed, frequently slashing in front of Qin Hao's body. The tip of the sword is always close to Qin Hao, which makes people look dangerous and dangerous, and they are always worried about Qin Hao.

Qin Hao was still a little busy at first, but after more than 20 moves, he was at ease. It seems to be wandering among the flowers, and the leaves do not touch the body.

No matter how Murong Yan approached, he didn't deal with it in a hurry.

When the two were entangled, he twitched his big hand, and smacked at Murong Yan's buttocks.

After a slap, Murong Yan only guarded against the short knife in his hand, but he didn't pay attention to this palm, and was slapped on his buttocks.

The flesh's whirring buttocks trembled, making her cheeks red, causing everyone on the field to laugh secretly. Unexpectedly, the fourth lady of the dignified Murong family was spanked.