is also a man, Zhao Xiaoan couldn't help but sigh for his uncle, and said in his heart: He's finished. Although he is no longer flawless to look back / lewd yarn weaving and flower fairy.

The uncle fumbled with his long sword in a bit of a hurry, as painfully as groping for a lamp in a strange and dark room. Fortunately, he has experienced a hundred battles at night, and he is used to blind people touching geoducks, and then he has to go through thousands of mountains and rivers to reach the depths of the stream, so it is not particularly difficult at this time, and it is quite charming.

The uncle finally held the long sword in his hand, and no longer flew back, but flew towards Xue Qing, trying to cover up his somewhat embarrassed appearance.

There is no big difference between the two people's long swords from the appearance, but there are some differences in the details and dark colors, and the superiority and inferiority of the weapons are really not obvious, except for the two who know Xueqing, the other viewers are worried, afraid that such an innocent girl will be injured by the long sword.

It's just a few seconds later that they're going to be surprised, no, maybe three pounds.

The figures of Xue Qing and Uncle narrowed to dozens of meters in just two seconds, and the audience's bulging eyes seemed to be uninlaid marbles that would fall down at any time, making everyone worry and hold their breath.

After another two seconds, the sword shadows had already merged together one step ahead of their bodies, melting each other like winter snow, and the colorful printing and dyeing of the quaint corridor into modern style art, although they had not yet clashed, but the monstrous momentum had already collided together.

It seems to be a falling flower accompanied by autumn leaves, always short-lived, vicissitudes, the sword blade pointed, after the sword intent gathered, it was a hand in hand in an instant.

When the audience came to their senses, they tried their best to retreat the dazzling misty feeling, and when they saw what the ending of the fight was, the ending really made everyone happy, Xue Qing's sword blade was dripping with blood, and the entire sword blade was also covered, and then it dripped on the quaint ground of the corridor, ticking and ticking, so crisp.

The increasingly crisp ticking sound and the audience's heartbeat merge into a beat, as if every inch of blood is agitating and singing, and every inch of skin is undulating on the quaint ground, just like the physiological mechanism of pulse and blood complementing each other.

Xue Qing and the uncle were facing each other, about ten meters apart, but the uncle had several wounds of different lengths and depths on his body, and he was still dripping blood.

It's just that the wound is not fatal, there are some safe areas on the arm and chest, which is also in line with Xue Qing's style, when she wanted to hunt the brute dragon that day, Xue Qing cut it inch by inch of skin, and finally bled to death, which can be described as shocking, and now that scene is still in front of him, Zhao Xiaoan has no doubt that if the uncle does not surrender, Xue Qing will do this.

On the other hand, Xue Qing at this time is light and light, fluttering as if he is outside the world, compared to the uncle who is covered in blood and ragged clothes, he thought that he was a hidden master, a fairy and other unfathomable people, giving the audience more beautiful fantasies, but no one thought that such a handsome woman was still a hidden master! Just one of the fights left several scars on the opponent's body, but he was unscathed!

At this moment, the only trace of pity left was also abandoned by the uncle, who originally thought that he was in control of the victory, and he had to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but he lost face.

It only took one round to get hurt to such an unforgettable point! The uncle himself even just saw the shadow of the sword floating, and his body was inexplicably painful! In a trance, he had become like this, and he had never even heard the crisp sound of the sword blades meeting, and he no longer took into account that beautiful sound was just a cloud of smoke in the past, and he could not force it.

The pity turned into a moment of surprise and a long moment of fear, and he had no doubt that the next time the woman's blade was aimed at his tender neck and veins......

Originally, seeing the majesty of the thousand leaf grass was enough to use, but I didn't expect that there was a woman here who was so unreasonable, or far beyond it, and her momentum was indistinguishable from the previous Ouyang Du?

The uncle can only swallow the bitterness quietly now, and the difference is that on the several noble and elegant seats in the stands, the expressions of several people are extremely rich and unpredictable, like a thunderstorm on a summer night, and they can't be guessed, and they don't know whether they are happy or worried, just like people who do things without leaking a drop of water.

The uncle reinvigorated the "majestic wind", re-grasped the sword that was hanging down, turned to look at Xue Qing, who was still facing away from him, looking at the beautiful figure and the three thousand green silks, a little distracted, and was immersed in a wonderful fantasy.

"You're no match for me, surrender, but...... You are indeed weak. Xue Qing gently raised the corners of her mouth, and a little indulgent tastelessness could be heard in her voice, obviously she didn't have any sense of expectation for this battle, Xue Qing didn't even say this to her uncle.

Immediately...... The audience was in an uproar!!

No one expected such an iceberg beauty to say such "uninhibited" words, and immediately understood, isn't this exactly what Ouyang Du, a member of the same group of Chiba in the last round, said almost the same thing to dominate the world!? Now it is adapted and given to the uncle, which is intended to make it clear that there will be a battle between the two sooner or later! And it won't be left behind!

Is this a blatant provocation?! Xue Qing is a provocation to Ouyang Du, and thus to the Immortal Dynasty to Chiba Cao! A provocation by a little-known guild to a behemoth! It's about the same as an ant to an elephant, and an elk to a cheetah! Should this be said to be self-sufficient or self-sufficient??

Zhao Xiaoan sighed in the room and said, "This girl really doesn't think it's big enough." Mio could only smile wryly on the side, not knowing how to answer, but the words she said couldn't be taken back like spilled water.

Zhao Xiaoan had no choice but to comfort Mei Xu: "Just make things bigger like this, and it will just make our guild rise in reputation......" Although Zhao Xiaoan didn't expect to use this method, he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor at this time.

When the audience was in an uproar, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Xue Qing and the uncle with a dead face!

"Is the temperament so fierce? But I like it! Hey hey ......"

"Such a sexy girl, I damn it, I can't control it, I'm afraid of being crushed under me and can't move, hahaha......"

"Cut, is it your turn? I'm afraid you've already had a famous flower, right, and you parried that kind of swordsmanship? Beauty with heroes is not with bad seeds, just know and talk. ”

"It's your business, aren't you? Can you handle it? ”

......

"Is this girl from the Immortal Dynasty Guild? It's a pity. I haven't heard of it, is it some kind of worldly master? Maybe it's still a dark horse. ”

"The strength is so strong, I feel that it can be matched with the Ouyang degree of the thousand leaves."

"I feel like this woman is a little bit more powerful."

"Ouyang Du is not weak, I think their strength is not divided into each other."

"Then I'll take a gamble."

"That's exactly what I mean."

The uproar in the audience was also just right, pushing the atmosphere of discussing Xian Chao and Xue Qing to a climax, and also asking Xue Qing's charming and cold face and beautiful posture not to make the audience feel that the arrogance in her words would only make the audience's love for Xue Qing go to the next level, after all, it is just an animal that thinks lower in the body, and the addition of a strong stroke to the favorite thing makes them more interesting?

It's just that the most pitiful thing in the audience now is the uncle standing alone behind Xue Qing, who actually stood in place for a while, as if he was stunned.

He didn't expect that such a not-so-cute sentence would come out of the mouth of such a beautiful girl, and it was a gentle voice like a yellow bird, which made him not only his body about to collapse, but also his three views to collapse.

But then he turned into a red face and then a hideous complexion, and now the shame of being despised by the whole place was endless, if not laughing at him, but through his ears it would turn into an extremely harsh ridicule of him, one after another. Although he was in the Creation Realm, the more subtle this voice was, the more suspicious it became.

Uncle used to ravage women in the center of his thighs, and now he will not be willing to suffer such a shame, let alone a woman?

The uncle wiped away the doubts that had been lingering in his ears, and looked at Xue Qing who turned his back in anger, "How dare you do this?!" The anger between the words had become substance, and he said through gritted teeth.

"Can it be changed?" Xue Qingyun said lightly.

The uncle didn't know why, and said, "What? ”

"Change...... The fact that you are weak? Xue Qing remained silent, as if she was whispering to herself.

"Hiss......" The uncle gasped, and couldn't stand the piercing laughter that broke out in his ears anymore, and thousands of mosquitoes buzzed in his ears, so irritable.

The uncle endured the pain in the small river on his body, lifted the sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Xue Qing's vest, at this moment he had no scruples, even if she died of incense, he would no longer regret it.

As long as she can react to her quiet approach, there is still a slight chance of winning if she is unprepared...... Even if you don't have to face it off? As long as you win, you're good to go! The uncle thought so, his body did not alarm a wisp of wind at all and quietly approached Xue Qing, and Xue Qing didn't seem to notice it while the tip of the sword was pressing step by step.

The resentment on the uncle's face had turned into the presumptuous hideousness when he was about to succeed, and the already withered yellow face was even worse at this moment, as if the gloomy face when he had not eaten meat for many years had no anger that a living person should have.

It's just that the uncle's ears suddenly sounded a clear voice of resentment at this time, "You really know how to ......"

"Dead." Everything seemed to be inadvertent, but it was so real, as if it was the deep whisper of death in the ear.