He Yu glanced at him disdainfully, with fierceness in his eyes: "Why are the words that come out of your mouth so uncomfortable?" ”

"Huh!" Song Shangfei laughed dryly and stopped.

The two attacked at the same time, in terms of speed, He Yu Xiangyin was one step faster than Song Shangfei, only one inch short, he successfully stabbed Song Shangfei in the forehead, fortunately, Song Shangfei's reaction was agile and blocked the fatal sword in time.

He Yuxiang used a strong internal force to force Song Shangfei back to six steps away, He Yuxiang's upright posture stood majestic, holding a sword and looking sideways, a peak aura lingered around him.

Song Shangfei tidied up his clothes unhurriedly, raised his head to meet his fierce gaze, his eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to have a plan.

With the blessing of Tianjing's huge skill, He Yuxiang quickly regained his dominant position, originally thought that this competition could be easily ended, but he didn't expect that at this time, there was a problem with his hand.

Although Ho had avoided pulling the strength of his shoulder to knock off his opponent, the long-term load had accumulated and his injuries had been getting worse.

Seeing this, Li Yi in the audience frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was worried.

Lu Rui also knew that He Yuxiang at this moment actually had no power to fight back, this vicious battle would eventually end, and He Yuxiang was powerless to return to the sky.

Song Shangfei was able to drag He Yuxiang to such a point, which shows that his skills are not shallow, although he often has a smile on his face and looks gentle, but the side hidden in his heart, how terrible it is, no one knows.

He Yuxiang once again gathered his true qi on the sword, and launched an extremely violent move, this time, he successfully repelled Song Shangfei ten steps away and half-knelt on the ground, but at this time, his hand was already in pain, and even his facial features began to twitch and became a little distorted, he held the arm that had been trembling uncontrollably, and the intense pain hit him instantly, and he couldn't help but raise his head and scream.

Zhong Nan shouted at the stage in distress: "Brother Yuxiang, hold on." ”

The last step is missing, and we must not fall here.

Song Shangfei gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up with the Mo Qi sword, and walked towards He Yuxiang step by step.

The sound of steady footsteps, like a sound in the silent night, was extremely harsh, hitting He Yuxiang's heart one by one.

Song Shangfei said as he walked over, with a slight disdain in his words: "Tianjing is indeed very powerful, but now you are not my opponent." ”

The two looked at each other equally, and at this moment, it seemed that time stood still, and He Yuxiang's eyes had nothing but anger and unwillingness.

Suddenly, with a clang, the wings fell to the ground, resounding throughout the ring for a while, and He Yuxiang's right palm was blood-red.

A swordsman, if he can't even hold a sword steadily, then what qualifications does he have to stand in the ring.

On the other hand, Song Shangfei is still chic and personable, although he also suffered some internal injuries, but compared with He Yuxiang's injuries, it is not worth mentioning at all.

He Yuxiang glared at him angrily: "Master Song, don't be complacent too early, I'm afraid that in two days, your fate will be even worse than mine." ”

"Oh? Is it? Song Shangfei raised his eyebrows disappreciably, "I hope you can wait until that day." ”

After the words fell, he put away the Mo lacquer sword and stepped off the stage leisurely.

He Yuxiang walked to Li Yi's side in frustration, and lost the game, and he couldn't raise his interest, "Boss, I'm sorry, I'm ...... Disappointed you. ”

He hesitated.

Li Yi patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "You don't need to apologize to me, you played very well today, at least you didn't act rashly on the field, and you didn't lose your patience to let the other party take advantage of the loopholes." ”

The boss's praise made He Yuxiang feel unreal.

Once upon a time, the boss could praise him calmly, but it used to be a little sarcastic.

He Yuxiang called him slightly aggrieved, dragging a long voice, "Boss......"

"Alright, let's continue watching the game." Li Yi saw that he was about to cry, and hurriedly asked him to stop it.

He Yuxiang pursed his lips and turned his head to look at Lu Rui, his eyes seemed to say: I'm sad, praise me.

It's a pity that Lu Rui just nibbled on him, and withdrew his gaze without saying anything.

Zhong Mu came over to encourage him and said, "Brother He doesn't have to be discouraged, I believe that the next time you meet him, you will definitely be able to defeat him." ”

"Thank you for your kind words."

Zhong Nan ran over and cared about his injuries.

......

Today's last match was Su Ninglu vs. Wu Lingshuang.

Su Ninglu was dressed in a green dress, with a proud and charming face, and her eyes looked at Wu Lingshuang with disdain.

Wu Lingshuang's beautiful face is still cold, giving people a noble and elegant temperament, as if it can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be touched.

Since Wu Lingshuang came to power, most people have been cheering for her and calling her name, and this burst of roars has become particularly sharp when it reaches Su Ninglu's ears.

A wave of jealousy gradually appeared on her face, why did she have such a high popularity, with her appearance, she was not inferior to Wu Lingshuang at all.

Su Ninglu clenched the hilt of the sword in her right hand and rushed towards Wu Lingshuang with anger.

Wu Lingshuang raised her eyes and watched her rush towards her, Rou Ling quickly unsheathed and blocked with a sharp blade, she poured internal force into the blade, and then forced Su Ning to the edge of the ring.

Su Ninglu resisted with all her strength to stabilize her body, and with a single blow, she flew over Wu Lingshuang's head and returned to the center of the ring.

Wu Lingshuang turned around elegantly, her cold eyes met Su Ninglu's fierce gaze, and at this time, Su Ninglu had already adjusted her state and charged again.

The firelight emitted when the two swords confronted each other was enough to prove the deep internal strength of the two of Yin.

Su Ninglu's preemptive move was effective at first, but after a while, it was easily disintegrated by Wu Lingshuang.

During the competition, Wu Lingshuang gave Su Ninglu a chance, and she also took the opportunity to observe the opponent's moves and habits with a candle, so as to judge the opponent's next move.

Wu Lingshuang had already heard about the power of this trick and wanted to see it. If she makes a move according to common sense, she will not be able to change it for a while after developing the habit of making moves since she was a child, unless she can also predict the opponent's next move, or deliberately confuse the opponent.

Every move made by Wu Lingshuang was seen through by Su Ninglu, and after nearly half an hour of fighting, Su Ninglu did not let go of it.

Wu Lingshuang was not in a hurry, and her expression was so calm that the audience was worried about her.

The two fought from land to the air and landed from the air.

It was another powerful move, Wu Lingshuang was knocked back by her three steps away, Su Ninglu saw that she was deflated, and she was proud at the moment, heh, it turned out that the daughter of the Sword Saint was not very powerful.

Suddenly, the corners of Wu Lingshuang's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, as if the prey had successfully entered the trap.

After Wu Lingshuang changed her strategic swordsmanship, Su Ninglu couldn't help but be stunned, and finally figured out the other party's moves, but she found that Wu Lingshuang was simply teasing the cat.